Three dragon-blooded warriors came at once, which was indeed much trickier, and Hong Yuan took a lot of trouble, but in the end he killed them all.

The number engraved on the ground has increased from seven to ten, and the hundred dragon blood warriors that Chu Tuhan brought from the Hualong Empire have only ninety left.

Hong Yuan didn't stop there, and concocted the same method, and more than a dozen dragon blood warriors took the bait and died in the fork in the road. A small dragon's tooth whistle has become the summoning of death, and the dark and narrow fork in the road has become a meat grinder for the dragon-blooded warriors. At most, five dragon-blooded warriors came together, and then all died in the fork in the road. Hong Yuan and the four war pets were not easy, Hong Yuan had a few more wounds on his body, and there was a layer of vampire bats on the ground.

After booby-trapping and killing a full seventeen dragon-blooded warriors, Hong Yuan finally left the fork in the road and began to change positions. As soon as the front foot left, a group of dragon-blooded warriors rushed with torches, and there were twelve of them.

Among the dragon-blooded warriors, there are many masters who are proficient in various supernatural powers, and seventeen dragon-blooded warriors disappeared nearby one after another without responding, and finally someone noticed the abnormality and summoned heavy troops to come to investigate. Looking at the entire seventeen corpses and the dead bats all over the ground, this group of dragon-blooded warriors were all terrified, everyone's scalps were numb, and they raised their torches to see the words 'waste dim sum' engraved by Hong Yuan on the stone wall, and everyone's faces changed.

"It's him, the guy who pretends to be a ghost!"

The leader Xie Hongwei was shocked and angry, and after rushing out of the main hall, the dragon-blooded warriors scattered in all directions, all chasing and killing Hong Yuan, who was pretending to be a god in the main hall; no one could have imagined that Hong Yuan would actually kill a whole seventeen dragon-blooded warriors in this fork in the road not far from the main hall. The means are fierce, and the tone is even more arrogant, the four words 'waste dim sum' are an insult to all dragon blood warriors!

"That guy definitely didn't go far, chase him, kill him, chase!"

Xie Hongwei gritted his teeth and led many dragon blood warriors to turn around and leave, looking for Hong Yuan's traces.

A cat's meow, suddenly sounded in the darkness, the cry was terrible and abrupt, as if it was at people's feet, and it seemed to come from the end of the palace, which made people's hearts tremble. Then there were bursts of crying in the darkness, sometimes women crying, sometimes children, sometimes even women and children crying together. The cry echoed in the ancient tomb, sounding so terrible that I couldn't stop covering my ears, and the sound sounded directly in my head.

Together with the captain Xie Hongwei, the twelve dragon blood warriors suddenly had goosebumps, thinking about the corpses of Yin Zhiyuan and the others in the fork in the road, everyone was beating drums in their hearts, but they had to continue to track down Hong Yuan's whereabouts. Everyone understands that this operation has encountered an extremely tricky and difficult opponent, and if Hong Yuan is not pulled out and killed, not only will he not be able to complete the task of this trip, but he may even die in the hands of Hong Yuan in turn.

After leaving the fork in the road, Hong Yuan walked in the darkness and walked around in search of prey. At this time, the power of the magic power of the big fat cat's endless fear was vividly displayed.

The Tomb World is already eerie, full of traps and dangers for both Dragonblood Warriors and Alliance explorers, and everyone is on edge. The cry of the big fat cat just took advantage of the void, and the deep fear projected in people's hearts was deep. People who are weak-willed even collapse directly, and all kinds of hallucinations appear in their minds under extreme fear.

Of course, with the exception of a few dragon-blooded warriors, the hallucinations were basically the explorers of the Alliance, who ran around shouting and screaming, and all of them became the souls of the dragon-blooded warriors. Blindly escaping, there is no way to escape the induction and pursuit of the dragon-blooded warriors, and the smarter explorers all find their own places to hide, and then find a way to slowly move towards the exit of the underground tomb. If you accidentally expose your whereabouts, you will die.

It's a game of cat and mouse, with the dracads being cats and the explorers being helpless mice;

But at the same time, the situation was completely different for Hong Yuan, and the dragon-blooded warriors became rats under his sword. Whichever lone dragon-blooded warrior is targeted by him, the end will be the same as that of the explorers.

In less than an hour, more than a dozen dragon-blooded warriors fell under Hong Yuan's sword. Soon, no dragon-blooded warrior dared to act alone, at least in a team of five, chasing and killing many explorers, while looking for Hong Yuan's traces, everyone vowed to find him and cut him indiscriminately.

Hong Yuan continued to wander in the darkness, thinking about how to gnaw hard bones and kill the dragon-blooded warriors one by one, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Four young men sneakily emerged from the darkness carrying a stretcher, looked around, and burrowed into a fork in the road not far away.

"Quick, it's been so long and you haven't reached the exit of the underground tomb, are you deliberately killing Young Master Ben? Waste, it's useless! Quick, stay away from the place where the whistle sounds, if you don't hurry up, those dragon-blooded warriors will catch up, and the waste ......"

Liu Ziming was lying on a stretcher, constantly urging and cursing, and he was anxious.

When I came in, there were so many attendants around me, and now only the four in front of me remained. Liu Yidao died, and most of the relatives who were surrounded by him in the past also died, witnessing the dragon blood warriors catching up and killing people without blinking, one by one, Liu Ziming was completely frightened. There is no longer the slightest thought of treasure hunting, the only thought is to escape, hide in the Liu family compound and never come out again.

Right now, all he feared most was hearing the whistles of the drake-blooded warriors. As soon as the whistle sounded, even if the dragon-blooded warrior was chasing someone else, he was terrified, and he felt that his soul was about to fall.

"Stay away from the whistle?"

Hong Yuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet Liu Ziming here. Looking at the backs of the five of them, he smiled wickedly and quietly followed. With a secret order, a small bat swept up and hung upside down under the stretcher to lock the whereabouts of Liu Ziming and his party.

After running around in the fork in the road for a while, several Liu family disciples gasped for breath and had to put down the stretcher to rest. Liu Ziming thought about running for his life, and began to scold again, one waste at a time. Before he could curse a few words, the whistle of the dragon's tooth whistle suddenly sounded in the darkness, which frightened him so much that he quickly shut up, lying on the stretcher and shivering. This time there was no need for him to scold, the four entourages lifted the stretcher and ran.

Behind him, in the dark fork in the road, Hong Yuan smiled and chased after him unhurriedly. When a few disciples of the Liu family were out of breath and stopped to rest, they blew the whistle again, so frightened that a few guys couldn't take a breath, and hurriedly fled with a stretcher like a rabbit.

Slowly, the four of them became more and more tired, their feet were heavy but their heartbeats were fast, and they were so tired that they were about to vomit. The dragon's tooth whistle continued one after another, always following behind the ghost.

On the stretcher, Liu Ziming stopped scolding, he couldn't scold if he wanted to, and he was trembling all the time.