(Uncle Corpse tried to update, but it was not very stable, the focus was on the new book, everyone forgive me~ The new book needs everyone's support, it's not easy~)

The shriveled body was like a long-term malnutrition, and not long after it appeared, the originally white eyes suddenly emitted a dark green glow, as if they had just woken up and opened their eyes!

The moment he saw the Heavenly Return King, Wang Shaoyi had an illusion, it felt like Temujin suddenly came to life and stood in front of him.

That figure, that face, that dragon robe, if he didn't know where he was now and the record of the Hall of Death in his father's diary, he really couldn't tell whether the zongzi that appeared in front of him was really Genghis Khan.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, the appearance of the tomb owner in front of them was too abrupt, and there was no buffer time left for anyone.

However, it is also a little strange.

It stands to reason that after a person dies, even if the corpse becomes a dumpling, the pupils should not react to the light. But the Heavenly Return King in front of him, at this time, was blocking his head with his dark green nails, and his head was still shrinking back, as if a person had just opened his eyes and felt dazzling by the sudden light.

The Living Dead!

This word flashed in Wang Shaoyi's mind! For the first time, he had a real feeling about the legend that Tang Yu had told about the Heavenly Return King.

"This thing is afraid of light?" At this moment, Shen Yifeng muttered suspiciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tiangui King suddenly crossed his hands violently, and his green eyes stared at Shen Yifeng's direction.

In the next second, the entire burial chamber was surprisingly quiet, no one moved, no one dared to speak, only the miserable white flashlight, pulling out a long shadow that was gloomy.

There was a stalemate for a while. Maybe he is really old, his waist plate has osteoporosis, Zhao Ye can't hold on, and he snorts and supports his hands on his waist.

"Whoosh"

With a bang, almost at the same time, the heavenly return that had been standing and not moving suddenly moved.

All they saw was an afterimage. Then a cold aura that exuded endless gloom suddenly overwhelmed it.

"Run!"

Between the lightning and flint, Lu Ren, who was standing beside Zhao Ye, only shouted one word, and the whole person rushed forward.

Lu Ren didn't make soy sauce, otherwise he wouldn't have survived until now, his burst of shouting was like a tiger's roar, and there was a brave breath in the poignant.

No one stopped them, and everyone began to run in the opposite direction, and they hadn't even taken a few steps.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and a black shadow flew across everyone's heads. Straight to the front, blocking everyone's steps.

An inexplicable chill rushed over my heart.

Lu Ren's seven orifices were bleeding, and there was still a trace of twitching in his body, but it was only a tremor of conditioned reflexes, and his eyes on his blood-gushing face had long been dim.

In an instant, the last guy who was carrying a hundred-pound pathfinder stone, Zhao Ye, died!

An even spookier scene is. The blood dripped onto the floor and vanished, seeping into the thin groove of blood they had seen before. From a distance, it looks like it's been absorbed by the floor.

The blood-sucking hall of eternal life is as if it were alive!

Wang Shaoyi looked at the miserable situation, although he was very wary of Zhao Ye, although he didn't have a good impression of those guys under him. Even just now, it was just a desperate fight made by the Lu people to protect Zhao Ye, but at this time, there was still a trace of sadness in my heart.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. Maybe this blood-sucking hall of eternal life may be the fate of everyone in front of you.

Tang Yu suddenly moved, his fingers pinched, and a trace of cyan flame rushed onto the tip of his hand.

Snowmelt Fire Talisman! Wang Shaoyi's heart trembled again, and the sudden flames made him almost have a trace of illusion: Tang Yu in front of him. Is he really just a mortal?

Just as Wang Shaoyi was thinking wildly, Tang Yu quickly turned around, and the white clothes shook a light breeze, and the cyan flames were thrown out.

The flames glanced at the iron-faced Heavenly Return King, and the pale cyan light looked like the ghost fire in the mountains.

The Heavenly Return King ignored it, but did not rush forward, and stood motionless, as if enjoying the pleasure of waiting while chasing his prey. The parched mouth was open, and there was a hint of crimson on the sharp fangs, and viscous blood slipped from the tips of the teeth and dripped onto the stone slab with a clear sound.

At this moment, Tang Yu snorted lightly, and the cyan flame suddenly swelled as if it had been poured oil, jumping to more than one person's height, and a heat wave spread.

What's even more bizarre is that after the cyan flame burst up, it suddenly snapped into the body of the Heavenly Return King as if it had a spirit.

All of a sudden, the Heavenly King turned into a green fireball.

Everyone looked at Tang Yu like a monster, and his sudden actions made people feel that he was the more terrifying one than the Zongzi King who drank Mao Ru's blood in front of him.

However, it was only an illusion for a while.

There was no terrible scream as imagined, the flame only blocked the Heavenly Return King, and it suddenly rushed over, and the flame that was originally sucked on the body was extinguished at once.

"Hah!"

With a bang, the head of the Heavenly Return King suddenly became larger, and the dry body seemed to be full of water, and the size suddenly became twice as large as the original, more than two and a half meters, and a fishy smell spread across the sky in an instant.

Tang Yu didn't say anything, suddenly turned around and ran.

As soon as he moved, King Gui also ran after him, as if his action just now aroused the latter's great interest, and he didn't care about the others, and chased after him directly.

The others took a long breath and stood in place, not knowing what to do for a while, the bronze giant gate that went out had been locked, and there was no way to enter the heavens and no door, except for a breath to return to their senses, it didn't seem to have any special meaning.

Wang Shaoyi's eyes were rolling wildly, and his brain was running rapidly like a wheel.

The road, although it is dead, but to live is to have hope, and the only thing that can and must be done now is to find a way to deal with this sudden appearance of the Heavenly Return King.

Although somewhat impractical.

Tiangui King, although he has not been in contact with it head-on, but the round just now has already shown its strength, just by relying on such a hard-hitting face, it will only be them who will suffer.

At this moment, a strange thought came to him.

In his memory, he once read a book, which he was lucky enough to see in college, the book was in English, the book was called "the―Lord-of-the-Rings", and the Chinese translation was "The Lord of the Rings".

There is a scene in the book where the protagonist and his friends encounter a three-person tall trolls in the dwarven cave in Moria, and they try their best to attack, but the monster has thick skin and thick blood, and even the protagonist is almost poked to death. But at the last moment, the hero survived with a piece of silver armor.

In this final process, the troll's attention is completely absorbed by the protagonist's stabbing to death, so that the others can't react to its attack at once, and finally is cut down.

"This is a very referential novel." He looked at the flickering firelight in the distance from time to time, and the white shadows flying in the firelight, and suddenly muttered to himself. (To be continued......)