Fat Fur carefully avoided the ghostly ghost beast, passed through the stone cave, when he saw the mighty golden armor giant figurine phalanx, and then saw the Tianhe hanging overhead, he sighed: "Fuck, fuck, Lao Tzu is open, this, this...... I'm afraid that the old man Hawking is here and can't explain it, I guess the old man Hawking will jump up from the chair in shock when he sees it, hey, I'll go, no, our buddies are obviously here to rob the tomb, how do you feel that we have entered the Heavenly Palace! ”

As he spoke, a large golden carp with a long length rolled out of the waves.

"Oh, is this the legendary carp that is about to turn into a dragon? Oh no, it's the carp leaping over the dragon gate! Song Peng stared up for a long time, until the oversized golden carp could no longer see the shadow, and then he reluctantly withdrew his eyes.

"Master Song, you said before that in ancient times, there was a dragon clan that specialized in raising dragons, you said, is this dragon a fish or a human?" Bao Yuan asked.

"Not only these two things, the ancients did raise dragons." Du Muqing said.

"There is a big difference between the dragon raised and the self-derived dragon between heaven and earth, one in the sky and one underground. In fact, the dragon that the Yellow Emperor cut was a land dragon that was raised, and although the dragon derived from the water was not as harmful as the unicorn, it was by no means a vegetarian. Sun Panzi said.

The ancient book is the mantlefish.

The body of the mantis is like a dragon, and it is far away from transforming into a dragon, and it will not swallow clouds and spit out fog.

Du Muqing said that the mantis needs to transform nine times, and each time it is nine deaths.

Dragons have a very low survival rate.

Docozi didn't know what they were talking about, the scene here had already surprised her, and she didn't bother to interject, her eyes were enough for her to do her own work. The task assigned by Du Muqing has long been left behind, with a hammer in his hand, and half a bag of cow dung has long been lost.

A mist rose from the ground.

The gold-armored giant figurines loom from a distance, more like Nantianmen inspecting the divine soldiers and generals.

Sun Panzi waved his hand and said: "Good granddaughter, hurry up and take everyone forward, as soon as this fog passes, it will immediately become miasma, you will be confused if you don't avoid the miasma pill, go quickly, remember, don't touch anything here......" After speaking, he took the lead into the giant figurine phalanx.

"What is the Miasma Pill?" Bao Yuan asked.

"The medicine in the mouth of the immortal after entering the tomb can reduce popularity, prevent the smell of corpses, and prevent the ancestors in the coffin from smelling the breath of the living and turning into zombies."

"Do you have one?"

"No, where am I going?"

"I thought you had it with you."

"Everyone, hurry up and keep up with Grandpa Jiu, don't leave it behind, Fat Master and Ping Ye, hurry!"

It is not ordinary for such a large area to go out, and even for full-time athletes, it takes a long time to cross such a large area. The line of sight is getting narrower and narrower, and the fat hair shuttles through the giant figurine array, walking all the way, looking all the way. This time the fat hair was really curious, and couldn't help but touch it, and the height of the raised hand could only touch the knees of the giant figurine.

"This ...... This figurine is alive. Fatfur couldn't help but scream.

"Not alive." Sun Panzi said.

"It's really like human skin, full of elasticity." Bao Yuan touched it curiously.

"Don't move!" Du Muqing was too late.

"Ah, there is ...... blood"

When Fat Mao stroked the golden armor giant figurines, a few drops of soft and watery things fell from it, and when he looked closely, Fat Mao's heart beat like a drum. I saw a few drops of slimy, swarthy blood on my hands, and the barrel of the gun in the giant figurine's hand was bleeding down at the same time, and its appearance was terrifying. An inexplicable fear rose in Fat Mao's heart, and he couldn't help but shout: "Fuck, this giant is alive, Ninth Master ......"

There was a muffled hula, and the gold-armored giant figurine in front of Fat Mao fell down with a bang.

With a thud, the head of the gun fell at Dorkoz's feet.

The head of the golden spear was also stained with blood.

A large amount of black blood flowed from the golden armor giant figurine, and Fat Fur was trying to see if the giant figurine was real or fake. At that time, Sun Panzi came to him in a panic, stretched out his hand without asking, and slapped him twice, scolding: "Boy, your hand is so owed, don't die!" ”

The fat hair's face was hot and painful, and he couldn't help but scold: "Mother's nest garlic, bastard, the account you beat Lao Tzu last time hasn't been cleared, don't think that you can rely on the old and sell the old when you're old, come, try!" After speaking, Fatty Mao instantly felt that his strength was thin, and he had a trick with a master like Sun Panzi, obviously lighting the toilet to find shit, and Fatty Mao shouted: "The fat master let the bastard beat him, and the brothers helped cut the grandson!" ”

Didn't wait for anyone to respond.

The gold-armored giant figurine in front of Bao Yuan's body fell.

Bao Yuanden complained bitterly, the giant figurine fell down because he was curious to touch it twice, the fat hair knocked down the giant figurine has already provoked Sun Panzi, and he hit the muzzle of the gun again, Bao Yuanxin said: "It's over, it's over, Lao Tzu is going to be beaten by Sun Panzi." ”

"How can there be blood?" Du Muqing muttered to herself.

"I said, Ninth Master, Fat Master, don't be so angry, look, this seems to be gold!" Song Peng shouted with joy.

", gold, it's gold, I'm rich!" Ping Sigui squatted down and touched the head of the gun.

"This giant figurine is made of ghost blood, and it is more terrible than the burial of a living person."

The dragon-shaped broad-bladed spear head is at least fifty or sixty catties, and Song Peng and Ping Sigui are very difficult to lift. I only heard Song Peng cry and covered his left hand, his expression was painful, and the blood flowed. I really didn't expect the head of the gun made of gold to be so sharp, and with a little force, it made a big hole, which was extremely painful.

Song Peng covered his hands vigorously and cried like a child: "It hurts Lao Tzu to death, this gun must have been fed with huge poison, Lao Tzu is dying, alas, he will be Ben San soon, he has not had a good day in the big socialist family, and he has not tasted what it is like to be a woman." What's that...... Last year, our buddies took a sauna in Little Swan, that woman made up enough demonic and sassy enough, Lao Tzu felt that she was ten years older than me, woo! ”

The fat hair tied up the horse steps.

He doesn't care if he gets angry here for a while.

This fight can't be fought.

Sun Panzi has nothing to do, he is always playing with him if he is reasonable, if he is smooth, can he do it?

The fat hair set up a good frame and tried to think about how to win with one move, and he had to subdue Sun Panzi, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart: if Sun Panzi turned over and threw himself into the air and split his palm, he would flash immediately, and grabbed Sun Panzi's leg with lightning speed and slammed it on the ground for seventy or eighty laps, and fell heavily to the ground. If Sun Panzi rushes head-on, he only has one hand on the plate, and Lao Tzu will attack him with all his strength and completely convince him.

Just standing and thinking about it, I don't dare to use my hands.

Sun Panzi walked up to Song Peng, wiped his left hoof from the bruises on the ground and said, "Stretch out your hand." ”

"What are you doing?" A chill drifted through Song Peng's heart, and he said as he stepped back: "Do you want to fucking abolish Lao Tzu's hand, damn, Lao Tzu fought with you, brother, this grandson wants to abolish Lao Tzu's hand, brother save me!" ”

"Dog-fighting." Fat Mao has a helper and starts to move forward.

"What are you doing with Lao Tzu?"

Sun Panzi rushed up and grabbed Song Peng's hand with an arrow step, and Song Peng couldn't break free no matter what. Seeing Sun Panzi smearing blood stasis on his wound, Song Peng suddenly felt extremely painful, as if hundreds of silver needles were pierced on his hand at the same time, and he almost fainted.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and it sounded like something was coming to them.

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