At the last moment, Ye Qingxuan only had time to push Barlow behind him, stretched out his hand, and stopped in front of everyone, and the sound of chanting and chanting burst out.

"Holy, holy, holy, holy, all-powerful god!"

Dozens of throwing spears landed on the barrier, silently landing, but more spears pierced other places, and then, exploded. The crimson flames and ferocious explosions tore apart the walls and masonry.

A frenzied wave of qi swept by, and the entire corridor trembled violently, as if it was on the verge of collapse.

After the fleeting magnificent chant, it was already full of devastation, and the place where Ye Qingxuan and them were had turned into a huge depression and open space. The foothold is still intact, but the rest of the place is covered with lava......

After using the Holy Shrine twice in a short period of time, Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale for a while, and he almost fell to the ground in overdraft. In the back, Miller reached out and pressed the back of his head, and the soft melody spread with the sage's chanting, quickly rejuvenating him.

"Two more rounds!"

Ye Qingxuan shouted: "At least two more rounds!"

Behind the iron wall, the spear-throwing warriors once again took off the spears from their waists, slowly raised their hands, and were about to throw them again.

"Don't hide any good cards you have - we're facing an alchemy puppet made by Romulus in its heyday, a Romulus phalanx of two centurians!

Ye Qingxuan's words snuffed out the last trace of luck in Barlow's heart: among the blades and force sold by the Chainsaw Monks' Guild, the hiring price of a power armored company was enough to bankrupt even a commercial city-state, and its performance on the frontal battlefield also proved how terrible the killing machines built with massive amounts of money were!

"Let this kind of puppet guard his tomb, how rich this group of dead ghosts was back then!"

He whined crookedly, flashed a hint of pain, and pulled a bone flute out of his bosom. Played sharply. Faster than him is Sammiu.

The copper mountains roared, and the foehn swept away.

In an instant, the crimson storm swept forward along the road, and in the midst of it, a roaring melody suddenly burst out.

The melody was filled with chaotic rage, and hundreds of formulas sprung up from music theory. They merge with each other, change, and finally, into a series of intricate and terrifying forms.

In the midst of music theory, the earth is burned into lava by the flames, and the lava climbs up the shell of Shanmiu, quickly cooling, and condensing into sharp black rocks.

In an instant, Sam Miu turned into a flaming giant with terrifying fervor.

- "Majepa"!

Saint Liszt based on the movement created by the legendary hero Matepa.

The hero who has risen from the dead gains divine powers. Harness the four different elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, and no one can stop you if you win on the ground!

The flames were his horses, the storms were the wings of heroes, and the iron and stone burst out in his hands and sang praises.

Shan Miao roared, harnessed the melody, and rushed forward!

It's just a blink of an eye. It was directly in the same place as the Romulus phalanx.

In front of him, spears in the air exploded. His blackstone armor was destroyed, but the armor was destroyed and lived, as if it was endless. The spear that pierced from beneath the iron wall pierced through his giant hand, but the iron wall shattered with a deafening roar.

In the midst of countless fragments, Shan Miao savagely grabbed the clay puppet around him that he didn't have time to dodge, and smashed it in the direction of the spearman. In his hands. The mud puppet was directly remelted into boiling lava by the flame formula, and after hitting the ground, it sputtered all around, directly melting the mud puppet within a radius of several meters.

Immediately after, Shan Miao took a deep breath, and the black iron giant's chest bulged out exaggeratedly. It's a wind that carries an endless chill.

A white storm enveloped the entire array in an instant, freezing them in place.

And with the sound of Barlow's flute, the roar in the depths of the earth became more and more exaggerated, as if some behemoth was calling. In the middle of the array, Sam Miao quickly retreated at Barlow's shout, and then the walls of the corridor shattered, and a huge mouth suddenly emerged from behind the side, grazing the edge of Sam Miu and rushing into the array.

The huge mouth, which was tens of meters high, easily encapsulated everything, and then went through the wall. Only the incomparably large body followed, and after a few minutes, it became thinner and thinner, disappearing without a trace.

Looking at the rift where it appeared and disappeared, it was only a few tens of meters deep.

In the same place, Shan Miao and Ye Qingxuan were already dumbfounded.

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan was a little confused: he could only feel that this was some kind of projection, and the source came from the etheric realm......

"The Dragonstone School has been cultivating the king of giant devouring earthworms for hundreds of years in the secret realm of the etheric realm. ”

Barlow's face turned pale, "Sixteen kilometers long, and only the Scepter can call out, and is known as the 'Serpent Surrounding the Atrium of the World'. ”

He put away the bone flute with heartache, and there were already signs of cracking on the bone flute, and it was obvious that it would not be used many times.

Sanmiu relieved Majepa of his state, revealing most of the burn marks, which looked extremely tragic. Fortunately, there was Miller to treat them, otherwise they would all have to go home.

After this battle, everyone dared not underestimate this ancient ruin of Romulus.

The devil knows what kind of grave it is that keeps so many hellish clay puppets guarding the door......

But soon, they understood-

"It's a giant cemetery!"

In the sprawling underground plaza, Barlow's gaze looked into the distance, and in that pair of night eyes, endless sarcophagi towered above the ground, stretching all the way to the end of the view.

Along the way, they have witnessed no less than a thousand coffins, and looking at this scale, there will only be more!

When Ye Qingxuan saw this giant underground cemetery, he was silent for a long time, directly pulled out the crowbar, and walked to the closest coffin. Barlow changed color, and before he could stop it, Ye Qingxuan simply pried the coffin open.

In the dull friction, the coffin opened, the dust that had been sealed for hundreds of years boiled up, the dry bones were exposed in the light, and the bones of the deceased slept in the coffin, grinning as if smiling.

There are no traps, no snakes and beasts.

"Sure enough. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, carefully pulled out a burial short sword from the hands of the deceased, and waved it slightly, the cracks on the short sword spread, quickly rusting, weathering, and embarrassing.

"All the civilians buried here are the civilians of ancient Romulus. ”

He retracted his gaze and looked around at the dense coffins around him: "If I'm not mistaken, the further down you go, the more noble the identity of the burial person becomes. There may also be the graves of soldiers, generals, priests of the temple...... Even the tomb of their emperor 'Augustus'.

The Romulus people believed in all gods and sacrificed to the fire of their ancestors, believing that the spirits of their ancestors dwelled in the fire. The remains of the ancestors were properly buried here, undefiled by outsiders. ”

“...... Then you haven't just defiled a bad feeling. Barlow muttered, and his eyes lit up, "Is there a musician then?"

Hearing his words, the eyes of the other two lit up.

The Yellow King's trace is ethereal, but the cemetery is really not going to run, if you can take this opportunity to unearth some classical music and precious musical instruments and alchemy equipment, it is not worth the trip.

"Musician?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head: "First of all, I want to tell you that in ancient Romulus, although he was good at alchemy, all the musicians' instruments were family heirlooms.

The son inherits the father's business, unless it is damaged or significant, it is rarely buried with the owner, and the classics are collected in the pantheon, and rarely spread to the people.

Second, in so many coffins, do we have to open them one by one and find out which coffin is buried with a musician?"

"Mixed up?"

Barlow frowned: "The musician is also buried in such a large cemetery?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "In Romulus, musicians are just a profession, and they are called 'Heihou', which means messenger. Although the status is high, the status is still a citizen. Only nobles, priests, senators and Augustus, as well as philosophers, were eligible to be buried alone. ”

"Philosophers?"

Barlow was stunned: "Why! Is a philosopher more useful than a musician?!"

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips: "It's just that they chirped crookedly when they were alive and were too annoying." No one wants to bury a piece with them and be neighbors after death.

Would you like to change you?"

"......" Barlow was speechless.

"Shall we continue?"

Ye Qingxuan picked up his backpack again, unfolded his reading line, and walked in front. There were many traps along the way, but it was obvious that after a long time, many places had fallen into disrepair, and the trap mechanism had long been rusted to death, and it could not be opened.

Some of the gates were difficult to open, and could only be forcibly destroyed by Shanmiao.

The further they went, the more they were amazed by the size of the dungeon: they had gone down two floors, and they could still see the coffins and some of the halls and rooms for the sacrifices of their descendants. And judging by the funeral goods of the deceased, it is still a commoner who is still buried, but it seems to be getting richer and richer, and there is no shortage of jewelry and jewelry worth thousands of gold among the funeral goods.

It's just that these things, for musicians, can only be used as chanting consumables and to fill the huge gap in Samoo's wallet. The remaining few people also symbolically divided a little, and it was used as a souvenir.

However, when they opened the door again, they saw that the ground was full of messes, followed by the howling of the wind.

Barlow, who had been prepared, snorted coldly, and his shadow trembled, and a lizard-like half-human scale demon emerged from the shadow, and suddenly probed, closing his double slurs like a crocodile.

Rattle.

The cracked stone monkey fell apart, and the shards and parts were shattered, and the scaly demon shook his mouth in disgust, spat it out, crawled back into the shadows, and vanished.

And Ye Qingxuan's attention was to look at the corpse in the mess.

He had just died, and the blood had not yet dried up.

I'm afraid it was just ten minutes before they came. (To be continued.) )