Gradually, where his hand reached was the upward step, Mao was climbing up, stepping to the heights. Bright! The front is so familiar.

His uncle's, this is still in the tomb, and it is the passage of the ghost pool. In front of him was the light of the hall, Mao Zheng suddenly thought of Qin Shuyuan, I don't know if they have been waiting here for so long, if they are okay.

He walked slowly into the hall, and there was silence in the hall, except for the lamp still burning, and the top of the tomb was dark without a single starlight.

"Master, I'm back!" Mao was shouting upwards, but there was no answer from Qin Shuyuan. Where did it go? Mao Zheng was thinking about Qin Shuyuan while looking carefully around the hall.

Belch! There was actually a handful of software that was put down in the hall from above. With both hands raised, Mao was about to climb up, feeling that there was a foreign object entangled in his neck and body, aquatic weeds? When he looked, my mother! I saw that there was a thick layer of hair all over his body, so many and so long, how many people should have died in the ghost pool? Mao Zheng hurriedly took off the hair that was entwined and attached to his body layer by layer, and didn't want to be entangled in the matter of the ghost pond anymore, so he climbed up.

The darkness appeared again, Mao felt his forehand and moved forward, Qin Shuyuan They didn't know where they went? Mao Zheng thought in his heart that he should go out, because it was impossible for Qin Shuyuan to take the injured Li Yong away alone, unless someone came in outside. Although I don't know how long I have been in the ground, and the two green candles have run out, but thinking of Qin Shuyuan, they should be fine, and a stone in my heart has fallen.

"Goo-goo-goo!" There was a hungry sound in his stomach, and he felt like he had not eaten in days.

Damn, the water and dry food were given to Qin Shuyuan and them. Touching that there was no food on his body, Mao Zheng couldn't help but feel weak and even hungrier. The hand continued to grope, inside and out, eager to find a lot of dry food in the seams of the clothes, and hoped that there would be such a piece of forgotten.

Unbuttoning his clothes, Mao Zheng continued to grope, and suddenly the wet, slippery ground milk touched his hand. I couldn't help but laugh in my heart; Hahaha! My Mao Zheng is really a mountain and a river, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!

I picked a piece from the buttery ground milk and quickly put it in my mouth. This treasure, which was originally used for cultivation, has become food for Mao Zheng's hunger at this time. A piece of ground milk in the mouth, slippery and greasy, before you have time to taste it, chirping! Mao Zheng swallowed it in his stomach.

When the ground milk went down, my stomach immediately felt much better, and I was not so hungry and flustered. I just wanted to continue to pick a piece and continue to put it in my mouth, but I felt that my stomach was full, and the ground milk seemed to be fermenting, and it made my stomach uncomfortable for a while.

What's going on? Hungry, starving to death, eating a piece of ground milk and holding on to death. Ground milk, earth milk!

A warm breath was circulating in his stomach, and he was hot. And not only the stomach is being propped up, but even the whole body is being propped up, and gradually the clothes are also blown up, turning into wisps of draped on the body.

I watched myself slowly turn into a ball. Finished! Finished! Finished! Master, I'm going to explode and die! Mao Zheng hurriedly sat down, trying to cross his legs that were swollen like pillars, and pinched his fingers with both hands to knot a large plate of handprints on his abdomen, so that the yin and yang qi around his body circulated.

The body was still expanding, and Mao Zheng only felt that he had encountered the biggest crisis in his life, a crisis even more terrifying than encountering the golden bones of the ghost Taoist!

I once remembered that on the thick snow-covered Zhongnan Mountain, Master Wuyazi took him out of Bashu and came here to teach him the method of cultivation. It mentioned the spiritual objects of the world, which need the feng shui treasure of heaven and earth, collect the essence of heaven and earth, and seize the spirit of the earth's veins. As long as the size of the fingernail cover, you can open the cultivator's heavenly eye, reshape the body, and make it go to the next level, this is the spiritual treasure of the spiritual treasure, and the value is extraordinary.

It is conceivable that Mao Zheng picked off a piece as food, and the essence in it exceeded the amount of cultivation used by more than a hundred times.

Meditation is the best way to digest the spirit of heaven and earth, but Mao Zheng still felt that his body seemed to be constantly expanding, and his body was spasming with pain. I couldn't help but feel like the world was spinning, my head was dizzy, and my ball-like body made him unable to fall down even if he wanted to.

There is nothing more painful in the world than watching yourself die slowly. Mao Zheng's most painful thing at this time was to see that he was about to explode and die, thinking that his internal organs were about to explode out of his body, he simply rubbed the unbearable pain all over his body and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but there was no sound of Mao Zheng exploding in the tomb. On the contrary, in the dark, Mao Zheng's eyes opened, he looked around, and closed his eyes again, as if he was thinking, as if he was asleep. After a long time, he opened his eyes again, and couldn't help but stand up and laugh at the sky.

"Hahaha! Uncle Ben is really a disaster, and if he doesn't die, he will have a blessing. ”

At this time, Mao Zheng is no longer a leather ball, on the contrary, he is thinner than before, and even his body seems to have grown a little taller.

Closing his eyes slightly, he only felt that something he had not seen before appeared in the middle of his forehead, the passage and the tomb wall were vivid, and even the stone slabs under his feet were clearly visible. Heavenly Eye! I actually opened my eyes to the sky. I thought that I would die ugly this time, but I let myself get through it in a coma. Anyway, this time it's really developed, and it's worth the trip!

Master, I have an eye in the sky, and the darkness is an egg. Mao Zheng was thinking about it, walking out in the passage, all the way to the hidden weapon had already been destroyed by the armed police soldiers, Mao Zheng had unlimited physical strength at this time, and there was no hidden weapon to obstruct him, and he walked out of the tomb after a while.

As soon as I came out of the tomb, the fresh air came to my face, and it was quiet all around, and the moonlight was even brighter. The burial mound, where many tents had been erected, was already empty, and there was not even a single ghost, let alone those scientific expedition personnel?

! Did you move to the moon house? Mao Zheng thought to himself. With such an appearance, I don't know how long I have been in this tomb, so that it is empty outside. Thinking about it, Qin Shuyuan should be safe, and she has gained a great ability, so she can't help but go down the mountain in a happy mood.

In the night, Tong Ling's home was already in front of him, only to see that above Tong Ling's house, the yin air was like a black cloud covering the entire courtyard, and the black air faintly revealed a trace of red.

Evil! What's going on? Could it be that all the evil energy of the tomb has arrived here? Mao Zheng was not happy because Tianyan saw this, only surprised. This overwhelming yin qi couldn't help but make him think of Tong Heba's pillow, what did this old bastard do at home? Definitely ominous.

Thinking of this, Mao Zheng hurriedly ran to the courtyard gate, and looked up to see that his yin-yang mirror had long been gone. "Phew! Phew! Mao Zheng knocked on the courtyard door in a hurry.

After a long time, the electric light in the courtyard was turned on, and Tong Ling cautiously poked her head out of the house, and asked weakly, "It's so late, who!" ”