Hearing his words, Yao Baichuan was also shocked. If it were the past, he and Yao Jun would join forces, but they would not necessarily be afraid of him.

But now that he was injured, he had to be helped to even stand, and he couldn't even do it.

A scream came from not far away. Yao Baichuan hurriedly said, "Hurry up and let everyone come here." ”

Yao Jun said, "The head is very fierce, and most of the people who were guarding outside with me were bitten to death by him." Even I was hurt. ”

Only then did Lin Feng discover that there was a blood hole in his shoulder, which was left by the lowering of his head.

Yao Baichuan said to Zeng Weitong, "I can only go inside to hide." You have to resist him first, or everyone in the village will die. ”

With the sound of messy footsteps, the villagers were running towards this direction.

Lin Feng said to Yao Jun, "You protect them, and I'll deal with that head lower." ”

Yao Jun gasped and told Lin Feng to be careful.

Lin Feng took the agate mask in his hand, and then ran in the direction where the crowd had fled. It was still far away, and he saw a thick evil aura wafting in front of him.

Not far away, flesh and blood were flying, and the lowered heads were shuttling through the crowd as if they were fierce and vicious. Every time it fell, someone would scream and fall in a pool of blood. Seeing the blood, he became even crazier.

The villagers were not as fast as him, but in a matter of minutes, more than a dozen people fell in pools of blood.

They fled to this side in a panic, and Lin Feng shouted at them, "Go inside, the village chief is there!" ”

He poured spiritual power into the agate mask, and the red glow spread out to the surroundings.

A circular arc of light with a diameter of about one zhang protected Lin Feng in the center. The arc of light resembled a giant shield, and the arc of light resembled a mask.

The crowd ran towards Lin Feng in a panic. Yu Zhanbo's tongue stuck into the head of a villager, who fell to the ground screaming, twisting his body a few times before he stopped moving.

Lin Feng had already greeted him, and the red mang slammed into the lower head, and with a muffled bang, the lower head was blasted backwards, and it hit the wall all at once.

The walls shook several times, and dirt rolled down the walls.

The head of the head became furious, and the originally black evil qi had turned a pale red, like a huge balloon.

Lin Feng was also surprised, this guy's evil spirit was about to turn red, he was really a very powerful opponent!

Lin Feng once again controlled the red mang and blasted towards him.

The body of the descending head floated into the air, and then rushed towards Lin Feng like a meteor.

The red evil qi collided with the red mang, as if a muffled thunder exploded in the ancient tomb, and the entire space trembled.

The ancient burial mounds are about to collapse!

Even Yao Baichuan was a little panicked, if the ancient tomb was collapsed, then everyone would have to be buried alive inside.

Lin Feng was shocked and retreated more than a foot away, his chest was a little stuffy, he didn't expect the strength of his head to be so strong.

The lower head was also shocked and flew backwards, but the evil qi in his body seemed to be inexhaustible. The body stopped for a moment and pounced again.

Lin Feng had to control the red mang and bombard him, and the muffled sound kept ringing.

Every time they collided, Lin Feng had to retreat several meters, and after more than a dozen confrontations, Lin Feng had already retreated to the front of the crowd.

At this time, Zeng Weitong had not yet scraped the patina in the groove. She was so anxious that her head was sweating.

Knowing that he couldn't retreat, Lin Feng gritted his teeth and concentrated all his spiritual power into the mask. As if adding fuel to the fire, the red mang's range suddenly doubled.

Lowering his head also played with his life, his body floated into the air, and his blood-red eyes stared at Lin Feng viciously.

Looking at him, Lin Feng felt his hairs stand on end, he had never seen such a terrible thing.

Yu Zhanbo said viciously, "None of you want to get out alive, this is your grave!" ”

As soon as his words fell, he rushed towards Lin Feng again. The two forces collided again, and this head was also with all its might.

With the deafening muffled sound, Lin Feng's chest felt as if he had been smashed, and he was a little out of breath.

The lowered head was shocked and retreated more than a foot away, and rushed towards Lin Feng without stopping.

The banging sound kept ringing, more like a sledgehammer constantly slamming into Lin Feng's chest. Lin Feng was a little dizzy, he gritted his teeth and still stood in place.

He knew very well in his heart that if he took a step back, someone would die under the mouth of the bow.

"See how long you can last!" Yu Zhanbo's cold voice came.

His attack was even more frenzied, Lin Feng's body was weak, and he really couldn't resist it.

At this moment, with a bang, the small door had been opened by Zeng Wei.

Zeng Weitong shouted at Lin Feng, "Xiao Lin, hold on a little longer!" ”

Lin Feng nodded, barely holding on, not letting the light of the mask disappear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that those who had survived were fleeing towards the small door.

By the time Lin Feng retreated to the small door, all the villagers had already run in.

Zeng Weitong stood at the door and shouted at Lin Feng, "Xiao Lin, come in quickly!" ”

Taking advantage of Yu Zhanbo's pounce again, Lin Feng blasted it back with a red mang, and at the same time, with this power, he jumped into the small door.

By the time he floated back, the small door had been closed seamlessly.

Yu Zhanbo angrily slammed the small door, which shook violently, and dirt fell from the wall.

Thanks to the thick walls and lime all around, the space is unusually sturdy. Even if you can drill into the ground, you can't get in.

After hearing that there was no movement outside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his face. Before he could see the situation in the space.

I heard Yu Zhanbo's voice coming in from outside, "I've been guarding outside, I don't believe it, you will never come out again!" ”

Hearing his words, the nerves that had just been relaxed tightened again.

There are seventy or eighty people here, and the scope of the space is not too large, and it is estimated that it will not be long before everyone will die of suffocation.

Yao Baichuan asked everyone to sit down in the corner, not to move, and to save oxygen as much as possible. Lin Feng followed Zeng Weitong and the others towards the space.

The space connected to the small door is a little more spacious, about three or four feet long. After walking through, there is a long and narrow passage, which is about seven or eight meters long, and the space in front of it becomes spacious again.

Everyone used a flashlight to shine inside, and the space here was seven or eight zhang in size, and the whole space was in the shape of a gourd.

The most obvious thing is that there are three statues more than one zhang high in this space. Because of its age, the statue has turned gray-black.

The statue in the center is a man, his appearance is extremely powerful, his hands are stretched forward, and in the center of his palm, holding a boxy box.

The statue to his left was a little shorter, he was dressed more like a scholar, and he had a dagger hanging from his waist.

His hand reached forward, and on top of his palm he held a boxy wooden box.

The man on the right was a stout man, with a very serious expression, his eyes wide, and he was looking intently ahead.

Hanging a scimitar from his waist. Although the statue is somewhat faded, the scimitar and sword still shine brightly.

Lin Feng glanced at Zeng Weitong, her face was full of doubt. She couldn't figure out what these statues had to do with her blood jade. Why did the ancestor of the Zeng family want her to come here?

Yao Baichuan looked relieved, and he said to Zeng Weitong, "The mighty person on the right is the ancestor of the Zeng family, named Zeng Guangwei. ”

As the guardian of the ancient tomb, Yao Baichuan must know much more than others.

Zeng Weitong asked, "What's in the wooden box?" ”

Yao Baichuan said with a smile, "You go and see for yourself, don't you know?" ”

This is the place where generations of the Zeng family want to come, and Zeng Weitong is a little nervous. She said to Lin Feng, "Let's go over together." ”

Lin Feng nodded, followed her to the statue, and Gao Linfeng protected her below.

The three statues are more than a zhang, Zeng Weitong stepped on the statue and climbed to it, she ran to the wooden box in the hand of the statue in the center.

She climbed onto the statue and reached out to take the wooden box from his palm. The wooden box is a bit large, and it is inconvenient to open on it.

She said to Lin Feng, "Xiao Lin, you catch it." ”

Zeng Weitong threw down the wooden box, and Lin Feng reached out to catch it. The wooden box is a little heavy, it is made of golden silk nanmu, and the wooden box is covered very tightly.

Lin Feng stood below with a wooden box, and Zeng Weitong jumped down from the statue.

Lin Feng handed her the wooden box. Zeng Weitong looked at everyone, and then carefully opened the wooden box.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the inside of the wooden box. At the bottom of the wooden box, there is a layer of silk cloth, which is about to rot due to age.

But the inside of the wooden box was empty, and everyone looked at each other a little. No one could understand why the wooden box was empty.