"Ah······h

Zhu Zhigang's ghost scream vibrated back and forth in the passage, but the Qiankun Taoist tried to look at the passage, as if he was talking to someone, Zhu Zhigang endured and said: "Are you a human or a ghost, everyone is an adult, why bother to make a fool of yourself?" ”

Qiankun Daoist looked deaf, just looked at Zhu Zhigang, and then smiled with relief.

Zhu Zhigang is really helpless, people are chopping boards, I am fish and meat, what can I do!

Zhu Zhigang looked at Song Qingli who was lying not far away, at this time, he was in a dark hall, unconscious, only smiled bitterly, kicked a few times with his foot, and did not react at all, "Old Song? Wake up the fuck, let me tell you, there may still be drama in the job you are looking for to hate the corpse, the main thing is to be able to pass the current level, and it won't be too much of a problem to cultivate a new one at that time."

Song Qingli, who was originally paralyzed on the ground, trembled slightly after listening to my words, and Zhu Zhigang said again and again: "Old Song, hurry up, the source of the hating corpse you are looking for this time has been found, and then you will be able to marry a wife and have a baby openly, and fulfill your old Song family's long-cherished wish to inherit the lineage."

Everything in front of him was pitch black, just like when his father was taken away when he was a child, Song Qingli only felt that he was the only one left in the whole world, he resented, he remorseed, and his heart ached!

He wanted to open his eyes, but it was black all around, and his black eyes couldn't find light, and he kept walking, but the road he walked was all downward, and then he heard someone call him, "Hate the corpse·······?"

He heard a familiar name, and he followed the voice to find that there was a bright light in that place, although it was only a faint flickering light, but even the light of a grain of rice was extraordinarily warm to him, it was the light of life.

Song Qingli knew that it might be the last hope, and desperately rushed towards the place where the sound was just now, seeing that the light was becoming more and more prosperous, and the road was also showing an oblique upward attitude.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be filled with light, and he opened his eyes, but he did feel terrible, unable to move, and his whole body seemed to be drained of his muscles and bones.

Pain!

He saw Zhu Zhigang and saw the "channel".

He couldn't remember when he had entered such a large cylinder passage, and the terrain didn't look like it had been dug artificially, "Passage? ”

The inner wall of this passage is wriggling?

There are also different patterns flashing in the passage, the patterns are constantly wandering, some are like animals, some are like people, some are extremely long, some are very short, some are like carving dragons and painting phoenixes, some are shining with their eyes open, and some are like this nap with their eyes closed········

It's so weird, it's chilling.

"Zhu Zhigang, where is this?"

Zhu Zhigang was already in a state of limb at this time, raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at him, without the slightest words, Song Qingli was a little angry, and said: "Boy, it's all at this time, what kind of big green onions are you still filling, if it weren't for you, Lao Tzu would have been able to come in here?" The thing that hates the heavenly corpse is gone, what else did you just say there is? Don't fool Lao Tzu. ”

Zhu Zhigang really can't say it, he can't move his whole body for half a minute now, so he can only use his eyes to look upward, and signal Song Qingli to look at the top of his head.

Song Qingli realized at this time that the Zhonglang seal, which was usually hidden by Zhu Zhigang's treasure, was actually suspended above Zhu Zhigang's head at this time, and he tried to touch it with his hand.

Song Qingli shuddered, turned over his palm, and found that a layer of skin on it had been burned.

He thought for a moment, then turned his clothes over, revealing the mezzanine inside, he endured the sharp pain on his body and tore the mezzanine open, and two things came out of it, which turned out to be dark paper.

This is Song Qingli's last resort to save his life, he couldn't help but didn't take it out in several crisis moments that happened before, but now he took it out without hesitation.

He also felt that there would not be much danger with the Zhonglang Seal Lord, so he also pinned his hopes on Zhu Zhigang, as long as the Zhonglang Seal Lord was not in big trouble, his chances of being in distress were not great. He could feel that Zhu Zhigang's vitality was rapidly draining, and the direction of the loss was Zhonglangyin, and Zhu Zhigang would never rashly make himself uncomfortable.

Song Qingli sighed, pinched the dark paper in his hand, moved a step back, and concentrated on communicating the dark paper.

He is still a beginner, this is a yin-yang technique, which requires talent and diligence, his talent is not bad, better than his father, but the turmoil when he was a child and the changes in the family, many of the inheritances have long been broken.

Until now, he is far from being able to do it like his ancestors, and the situation of Yin and Yang when the dark paper is started is only what his father said, and I am afraid that it will not be realized in this life.

When he was almost ready, he suddenly found that something was wrong, he looked left and right, looked in front of him, and gasped, it turned out that there were two shadows in front of him, and the other shadow was laughing weirdly.

--- have been thinking about how to write more finely, and only fine can show such rich emotions, and the characters are particularly three-dimensional in front of things. ---