The higher the temperature, the more dangerous Long Mo is, here, he feels that what is coming out of his body is not sweat, but oil, like the fatty oil baked out of the barbecue, sprinkled with a little cumin, the peppercorn powder will become a dish, and the gasoline in his backpack is even more dangerous.

The snake-like monster jumped out of the coffin at once, this thing is not something that does not look like an earth, his feet are actually primate feet, not much different from humans.

It jumped onto the quilt, baring its fangs, and its huge body protected the whole piece, and the monsters that were not burned also approached it one after another, protecting the stone tablet.

The coffins burned one after another, the fire became more and more fierce, Long Mo felt the smell of barbecue, his mind and body were stuffy, and he became irritable.

He saw that these monsters were all protecting the stele, and he thought strange, "What is there in a stele, why do they all have to protect the stele, is there something under the stele?" ”

He is very sure that there must be something different about the stele, these monsters don't know how many years they have been dead, even if they cheat the corpse, they have no intelligence, what is it that makes their only thought after the corpse is to protect this stele, you can know, this stele must be very important.

No, it should be the things inside the stele or the things under the stele, they will be like this, it must be because the last tomb robber stole it, so they will be so vigilant, and when they find that something is wrong, they will protect the stele, but the last time the person must have failed.

He reached out to pull the zipper on the backpack, and his hand was taken back at once, hot, at this time he knew that the gasoline in the backpack must not be able to be saved, not only the zipper was very hot, the backpack was also very hot, he opened the backpack, unscrewed the bottle cap and threw the gasoline at the stele, the gasoline suddenly burned in the air, drawing a parabola and falling not far from the stele.

However, the igniting fire also ignited the monster, and he was taking out a bottle, this time he did not unscrew the cap, but threw it directly, "Lao Tzu will give you a big one." ”

The gasoline fell in the middle of the monster, and it exploded with a bang, and the word Mars splashed everywhere, burning more monsters, and the huge monster burned up all of a sudden, and its body kept writhing, staring at Long Mo with resentful eyes, and suddenly jumped out and pounced on Long Mo.

Long Mo dodged the situation, the monster's big tail swept away, he was on his back, and he flew him out at once, it felt like being hit by a car, very uncomfortable.

He fell to the ground, and the monster jumped at once, and it was already on fire, crackling, and its head was on his back, and he felt like his waist was about to break.

"I'll go, these things are all kidney loss and can't look down on a man with a good kidney, how can he get old and straighten people's waists."

He skimmed his hand, his middle finger and index finger erected, aimed with the peripheral vision of his eyes, and poked, and his fingers smoothly poked into the monster's eyes, and the monster shook its head in pain, and gray liquid flowed out of its eye sockets.

Long Mo had time to breathe, stumbled to his feet, and ran towards a place where there was no fire, the monster screamed, and pounced on him again, probably because he was blind in one eye, this time he didn't pounce on Long Mo, and there was a distance of two meters.

"Lao Tzu will be consumed with you, see who dies first, damn it, Lao Tzu's youth is not as good as you, an old monster of thousands of years?"

He ran to a place where there was no fire, but there were thousands of coffins here, and it was enough to choke even if there was no fire when they burned all at once, and finally, the big monster boss slowly fell, but its other eye looked at Long Mo resentfully when it was dying, and that look seemed to remember him forever.

The temperature was very high now, but Long Mo still felt a great chill from the monster's dying eyes, it was very roasted, but he shivered.

The monsters next to the stele had almost run, some had fallen to the ground and burned to ashes, and the stele had been smoked black, and he circled around the stele and found that this stele was simply an ordinary rock, granite that could be seen everywhere.

He touched it with his hand, and immediately burst into tears, and his palms were hot like braised hooves, which reminded him of the fat man's braised chicken.

He felt that the problem was not on the stele, but under the stele, and he walked up to the stele and began to dig up, and the fire grew bigger and bigger, and after digging his bare upper demigod was roasted red.

He didn't dare to rest at all, and now the fire had begun to burn on the coffins that were stacked high, and the bottom had decayed, and the fire had become crumbling after the fire, and once the coffins collapsed, the fire burned even more.

He was digging, and a small monster ran out of nowhere, and before it could burn, it suddenly threw itself on Long Mo's back, holding him and pulling him into the fire.

Although this little monster was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, it had a lot of strength, and it almost lifted him up, and during the time he was resting, he didn't learn anything else, he learned to eat, and he also learned to wrestle, which Bingrou taught him when he was bored.

He grabbed the little monster's claws with his hand, straightened it hard, clamped the little monster's feet with his legs back, and pressed his waist hard, and at the same time his arm was pinned downward, and suddenly the little monster fell on the stele, and the black blood flowed down the stele, and the stele slowly rose, and the little monster saw the stele rise, and was still trying to pull the stele down.

He made a no-want sound when he pulled, he knelt down and kowtowed to Long Mo very humanely, and then shook his head again, which meant begging Long Mo not to go down, but unfortunately this thing wouldn't say too much, otherwise Long Mo would be able to better understand what was in this tomb and what the fifth master wanted.

He believed that this little monster was the real boss, because this little thing had a round glass gem hanging around its neck, and there was a golden dragon inside the gem, and the strange thing was that the little dragon in the gem was still swimming around.

The corners of Long Mo's mouth twitched, now that the passage has been found, and he saw the thing on the neck of this little thing, the dragon in his thing is definitely a real dragon, trapped inside, if this is taken out, it will be absolutely priceless.

He picked up the folding shovel and slapped it on the head, but the shovel didn't kill it, so he added a few shovels, but instead of using a slap, he put the folding shovel up and cut it, but no matter how he cut it, he couldn't cut it to death, it seemed that this thing could only be burned with fire.

"Could it have something to do with the gem around his neck, the thing that keeps him from dying?"

Although the little monster did not die, it was also cut to pieces by him, and he walked over and removed the thing from its neck.