Seeing Zheng Xian being dragged away alive, like a little sheep caught by a big bad wolf, all the struggles were in vain.

Nine couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, which was too pitiful.

At this time, there was a sudden noise overhead, it seemed to be footsteps, and No. 9's scalp exploded slightly, and then he picked up No. 8 and chased Zheng Xian in the direction where they disappeared.

Zheng Xian was dragged all the way forward by the nightingale, and he really lost 10,000 faces, but fortunately, Zheng Xian struggled desperately and caused a lot of trouble for the nightingale.

However, Zheng Xian still couldn't turn back, and the nightingale followed behind Zheng Xian like a ghost, escorting Zheng Xian to go.

Zheng Xian said that at least for now, he could only go down this way, so he began to pay attention to this dark cave, the armor can provide night vision imaging, but the picture presented by the night vision device is not as clear as Zheng Xian's eyes see, and it is not a big problem for Zheng Xian to spend some vitality.

Zheng Xian didn't know where he was in the underground palace, it was like a rectangular pipe, six meters wide and ten meters high, all the way down, there would be more than a dozen wide steps down to Lu from time to time, and a group of these steps would appear every ten meters, making the whole space unstoppable to go down to Lu and then to Lu down.

There are still traces of knives and axes on the surrounding stone walls, obviously this is built with the power of mortals, such a dungeon, thousands of years ago, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent on the road, but this King Cao did not leave a trace in history, it is really strange.

However, the catastrophe a few decades ago burned a large number of immortal cultivation classics, and at the same time, it also destroyed many documents that should not exist, and it is estimated that the record of this Cao Wang was also burned with that monstrous fire.

Walking in this wide and empty corridor, there is an echo rolling in every step, sounding like thousands of horses walking, at first it is frightening, but then I get used to it, and it is quite better.

Although Zheng Xian knew that the nightingale would not answer his question, he still spoke: "Didn't Deputy Director Dog say it, once we enter the underground palace, it is best to find a place to hide immediately, there is no need to go deep into the underground palace at all." ”

If Zheng Xian hadn't known that the nightingale was following him, he would have thought that he was the only one here.

"Last time......" Zheng Xian was about to talk about the last time again, but the cold mecha claws were already on Zheng Xian's neck.

Obviously, the nightingale didn't like Zheng Xian's mention of the last time, and being seen naked was not a very good memory for the nightingale.

Zheng Xian had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and at this time, a long staircase appeared in front of him, and under the steps, it was pitch black and deep, Zheng Xian frowned slightly, "If I were you, I would stop here, and I would never go down a step!" Zheng Xian felt a hint of something wrong, and his intuition told him that there was an unpredictable danger below.

The nightingale behind him still didn't say a word, Zheng Xian turned his head and glanced at the nightingale, but the nightingale was indifferent. Apparently determined to continue to bow down.

"You want to go to King Cao? King Cao may have already gone up there and fled. Even has fled. ”

Nightingale didn't speak, and Zheng Xian wondered, "Is there any treasure in this dungeon?" Are you looking for something in this dungeon?"

The nightingale was still silent.

Zheng Xian was not too talkative, so he put all his attention under the steps at this time.

Zheng Xian went all the way down to the Lu, there were more than a hundred steps, each step was twice as wide and high as the normal step, extending to the Lu, which was close to a depth of forty or fifty meters.

When he reached the fiftieth step, the steps under Zheng Xian's feet suddenly softened, as if stepping on the keys of a piano.

Immediately, the long steps suddenly all overturned, and the original steps now turned into a long slide, and Zheng Xian rolled down in embarrassment.

Tumbling on the ground for most of the circle, Zheng Xian slapped the bluestone ground with both palms, bounced up violently from the slide-like bluestone slope, his body turned in a circle in the air, and then fell steadily.

However, when Zheng Xian's feet were about to touch the ground, a pungent smell of oil suddenly overflowed from his feet.

Zheng Xian's pupils shrank, and when he looked down, he saw that there were streams of black grease overflowing from the gaps in the overlapping steps.

Zheng Xian's feet just landed on this layer of oil at this time, although the lines under Zheng Xian's feet are made of bionic technology, and the grip is extremely strong, but there is no way to meet this thick oil layer, because the soles can't touch the ground at all, and they can't find the focus point.

Immediately, Zheng Xian slid violently, and this time, Zheng Xian rotated 360 degrees and slapped down the long slope.

It's a fucking kid's prank.

But then Zheng Xian couldn't get up, a burst of dust fell on the top of his head, and small holes were opened, and the light flashed in the inside, looking like a sky full of stars, or like countless lamp tubes on the ceiling.

But it was not the stars, let alone the lamp tubes used to illuminate, but the fire bombs, these fire bombs smashed down, and then the black oil on the ground burned rapidly, and these black oil were oil at all!

Zheng Xian rolled on the ground and was covered with oil, as if he had fallen into a sea of fire.

A burning man rushed down a ladder-like slope, this flame burning was not much of a problem for Zheng Xian's colonization armor, the layer of alien lifeform between the colonization armor and the skin, no, had an extremely strong heat insulation ability.

Zheng Xian waved his hand, wanting to extinguish the blue flame on his body, but then Zheng Xian gave up, because this flame burned the oil stuck to his body, and Zheng Xian couldn't beat the oil, so he could only let him burn it by himself, and after burning up the oil, the flame would naturally be extinguished.

Zheng Xian was embarrassed, but the nightingale standing below didn't even touch a spark, and watched Zheng Xian tumble all the way down from the flames, which was really cold-blooded.

Zheng Xian even felt that the nightingale was quite happy to see her Mo Yan, although there was no emotion at all on her chin and red lips that she only exposed.

But emotions are sometimes volatile, and they can be felt by the people around them without any expression.

Behind him is a raging flame, and in front of it is a huge palace.

Zheng Xian is like a torch now, illuminating it when he walks there.

This palace is extraordinary, full of gold, silver and jade, black and red cloth, and exquisite patterns.

There are also many porcelain, bronzes.

It's like a museum, and if it weren't for a thick layer of dust that obscures their original color, it would be a place full of gold and jade.

This King Cao still seems to be a luxurious guy.

The palace looked like a conference hall, with several long dusty tables on the ground, on which were placed a lot of ivory jade, and behind the long tables there were futons, and kneeling was still popular at this time.

In the middle of the position, there is a huge throne, the throne nine dragons coiled, it seems that it is simply the human emperor's posture, behind this throne, there is a huge green jade dragon wall, the green dragon teeth and claws, hideous and terrifying, with unparalleled majesty.

These are all placed thousands of years ago, and nothing has changed here for a thousand years.

At this time, the burning slope is like a fireplace in this hall, gradually increasing the temperature and humidity of the hall that has been constant temperature and humidity for thousands of years, and there is no air flow.

The fine and ornate porcelain began to crack and crumble, and the long table on the floor rattled like a mouse hiding underneath, and then collapsed like a weight and turned to dust.

The various decorative fabrics displayed on both sides of the main hall also began to flocculate, and then fell to the ground and turned into countless fragments, which could not be picked up again.

The woolen carpet with delicate patterns and gorgeous patterns that Zheng Xian stepped on was like mud, leaving a row of footprints, and then along the edges of these footprints, it began to dust, and the wind brought by the gentle steps could blow it away.

Everything in the entire hall was mottled at a rapid pace.

Only the gold and silver vessels remained intact, but layers of rust began to appear on them, and the gold turned brassy and the silver gradually darkened.

Looking at all this, it is like witnessing a past disappearing with the wind, watching the thousands of years fly by in front of you, whistling away, making people inevitably feel some sighs.

Looking at all this, I understand the preciousness of words, only words in the world are eternal, thousands of years do not rot, ten thousand years do not rot, of course, words can be tampered with, burned by flames, but that has nothing to do with the words themselves.

Zheng Xian was very interested in these antiquities, but the nightingale was a little hesitant in front of the two passages behind the main hall.

No one knows where these two passages lead.

Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and saw the nightingale's finger pointing at the two caves, as if he was casting some spell, and when Zheng Xian walked over, the nightingale's finger must have pointed to the passage of a black hole.

Then the nightingale turned her head to look at Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian understood that this meant to tell him to walk in, Zheng Xian hurriedly took a step back, the nightingale lowered his head slightly, and Zheng Xian noticed that the nightingale's gaze fell on his ankle.

Obviously, either Zheng went in by himself, or the nightingale dragged him in.

For Zheng Xian, this choice is not difficult to make.

Zheng Xian walked in with his head held high.

At least it looks more dignified.

Zheng Xian's heart was full of all kinds of evil thoughts at this time, his strength was not good now, and when his strength became stronger, he would tell the nightingale to know what kind of consequences these humiliations he had given him today!