Ten days later, sometime.

Eight "four dislikes" drilled out of the stone wall, as if they saw the enemy who robbed his wife, and viciously launched a desperate attack on Shisanlang.

Each one, the strength is close to the fourth order.

The claws roared, the forbidden ring flew, and after a while, the eight monsters turned into flying ashes, and the scattered black qi swirled around Thirteen Lang's body, and then merged into his body like water immersed in the sea.

Faintly, Thirteen Lang seemed to hear a sigh, satisfaction, expectation, urging, and anger.

The signs of Biraku's awakening became more obvious, and Thirteen Lang didn't know when it would actually wake up, maybe next time, maybe next time, maybe it wouldn't wake up all the time.

The strength of these monsters is still weak, but Biluo's level is too high, although they have swallowed hundreds, they are still as greedy and eager as they were at the beginning.

After digging hundreds of miles, the golden claws were not damaged at all, and they were still so bright, like a knife that had just been sharpened. Thirteen Lang couldn't hold it anymore, and after destroying the monster, he sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

As before, the flames that were forced back were angry because the monster was killed, and they surged back and retreated in embarrassment, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and the monotony was full of ferocity.

The difference is that the range of flames that pounced was wider, and the claws of the Golden Crow were stronger when encountered, so they thought of a spring with no limit, and the liliang that was pressed was larger, and the liliang that rebounded was also strengthened, until the flames were forced back to nearly seven hundred meters away, and then slowly subsided.

Thirteen Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked around with a slightly worried look in his eyes.

After digging a hole in the heavens and earth for ten days, he hardly rested except for the occasional return to it to recuperate. Calculating the distance, this is where the demon hunter will be arranged, although he knows that it is difficult for them to detect thousands of kilometers underground, Thirteen Lang still can't rest assured.

The reason is that the confrontation between the golden crow and the flames, the retreating flames swept in all directions. Also included above. Once someone notices that something has changed underground, will someone look at it?

In that case, it is still the second thing to abandon the previous achievements, as long as the demon hunter discovers the passage, it will be an inevitable fact that everyone's lives will be lost.

The solution is not nothing, just dig deeper.

Jusan Lang lowered his head. Almost mechanically, he tapped the ground with his hands, his expression bitter.

"It's harder than the Long March. He said.

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Digging dozens of miles a day up to ten zhang wide and several meters of tunnels, even the iron man can not support it, as the Jinshan approaches, the resistance encountered by Thirteen Lang is getting bigger and bigger, and the physical and mental exhaustion is unbearable, and he can't wait to fall asleep, and he doesn't want to wake up.

At this point, Thirteen Lang didn't bother to care about whether it was shocked or not. With three cards and others coming down to change hands.

The result made him speechless, without the claw of the golden crow, the three powerful wrestlers were as slow as a snail; once the claw of the golden crow was put away, the heat wave in the channel was difficult for even the martial spirit to resist, and he had to flee after not being able to support it for a moment, and the progress was minimal.

As for the Twin Demons, the situation is not much better, they have been holding on for a little longer. But the mana is like a flood that has opened the floodgates, and the hardness of the stone wall is beyond imagination. It doesn't help much, either.

What's even more terrifying is that the fire poison here is no longer terrifying, and a few guys are ashamed to admit that for a moment here, it will take them several times longer outside to clean up the remnants of fire poison, which is unspeakably miserable.

Because of this. After everyone personally experienced the difficulty of excavation, looking at Shisanlang's eyes was clearly like seeing a ghost, it can really be said that admiration is like a surging river, and like a big river overflowing, it is out of control......

"Young Master...... What a man of God!"

It was the three guards who were really useful. First, they are fire themselves, and their adaptability is far stronger than others, and in addition, Jusan Lang does not care about them like others, and can cruelly extort their labor until they can't support it anymore, and then put them back to cultivate.

With three helpers, Shisanlang was able to take time to breathe, otherwise, with his work day and night, he would have been bedridden.

But, it's still too slow.

According to the current progress, it will take at least a month for Shisanlang to get close enough to Jinshan, and then find a way to contact the people inside, and then formulate the corresponding jihua. This is still an estimate made by him and the three guards on the basis of no problems, but if someone can't support it, the process will be prolonged.

For Yamu and the others, this is already a miracle within a miracle, it is simply an impossible miracle, but for Thirteen Lang, such efficiency is far from satisfying him, one is worried that things will drag on and change, and the other reason is that the monsters hidden around seem to sense something, and there is a tendency to converge towards the passage!

For example, this time, there are eight "four dislikes" at the same time, and there is obviously an abnormality.

Normally, each of them is confined to a certain area, and they will only attack if they damage the environment in that area. This situation is enough to prove that Thirteen Lang's worries are not invincible, and he needs to plan early.

Eight is still not a big threat, but what about eighty? What about eight hundred? Eight thousand......

There are still more than a thousand miles away from Jinshan, and how many such monsters are hidden on the vast land?

Belch...... Biluo definitely likes it, it just eats.

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Jinshan, also known as the Flame Mountain, is as hard as gold and stone, and the mountain is as hot as a fire pit, so naturally there is no vegetation.

Layers of rings are distributed on the bare mountain, stacked upwards, glowing with a metallic sheen of black and red. It is said that it is formed by the gradual cooling of the magma washed down during the eruption, but in fact, everyone understands that the gold mountain does not dissipate heat from the outside, but constantly devours heat from the sunlight for eternity, so there is no explanation for these cascading rings.

Not dissipating heat is not the same as not dissipating heat, which sounds weird, but it is not laborious to explain; because there is too much heat accumulated inside, even if Jinshan is like a greedy gluttonous beast, it cannot help but separate a few traces of inexhaustible heat, and it is these few traces of heat that cannot be hidden, which causes such an outcome.

The stones on the surface could not be as hard as the earth without any influence when exposed to the atmosphere, and they had been slowly melting since many years ago under the smoke of the boundless heat, so slow that even the mind could not detect it.

This is the origin of the stacking, and it is also the unanimous opinion of all the demon cultivators in the Golden Mountain.

"What a piece of!"

Lu Mo looked at Jin Shan silently and sighed in his heart.

The battle of advent was tragic, and the subsequent escape and pursuit were even more tragic, with a sharp knife technique, the bloody killing of the Holy Son survived with far more combat power than the same level, and also killed three Yuan Infant Demon Hunters, which can be called the first person among the new Holy Sons.

If the situation calms down after the war, if the Demon Palace wants to find a model of battlefield heroes in this battle, Lu Mo's election will not be disputed;

A great future awaits him, but Lu Mo is not happy.

Trapped in the Golden Mountain, the Demon Cultivation Legion is like a wolf locked in the hind legs by the beast, wailing fiercely and viciously, screaming hideously, and there is no light to see in the darkness all around, and there is no way out. As a result, "heroes" and "heroes" like Lu Mo can only step on the fire with a black blade and become a glorious mountain patrol goblin.

Patrolling the mountains is not a good job, nor is it a heavy responsibility, being surrounded for several months, the demon hunter and the demon cultivator look at each other across the array, and each other is used to each other's existence. The area of Jinshan is not small, and the demon hunter spends a lot of effort to block it, and also keeps people patrolling; on the contrary, in order to prevent the demon hunter from sneaking up, he also makes the same move, as long as the decisive battle does not come, it is useless to shout and scold, so he simply saves his strength.

Just like now, when Lu Mo raised his head, he could see the demon hunting envoy who had the same mission as him 10,000 meters away, but he didn't have the slightest desire to do it.

Perhaps sensing Lu Mo's gaze, the graceful demon hunter smiled at him in the air and raised his arm to make a gesture.

Wipe your throat!

"Dog offal!"

The companions around him couldn't hold back, and cursed angrily twice.

"Let's go, there's still a lot of way. Lu Mo lightly instructed the only person who could command, stepped on the fiery stone, and strode forward.

In his heart, those demon hunters who patrol are not qualified to stand up to him at all, and they are not even qualified to take a look. However, the situation is incomprehensible, and now he is the one who is about to win, but he is like a fish on the board, even if he opens his mouth wide, it is difficult to bite the hand holding the butcher's knife.

The companion took a breath of air like a fire knife and said, "What's the use? We're getting weaker and weaker here, and the Demon Hunter is not stupid. ”

Lu Mo didn't bother to respond to his words, so he just walked forward in silence.

Patrolling the mountains always has to have the appearance of patrolling the mountains, even if it is dying and struggling, Lu Mo hopes to struggle for a few more days, even if he can only disgust and disgust the other party, it is worth the penance of this life.

The companion followed weakly, and said in despair and loneliness: "The elders are really, they refuse to break through like this, and if they continue to grind like this, I don't think we have to fight, just lie down and wait for death." ”

After getting along for a long time, his companion knew Lu Mo's silent nature, so he took the initiative to start the conversation and said, "Brother Lu, you are relatively close to the elders, do you know them...... Is there any jihua?"

Lu Mo was silent for a while, and then said, "Elder Heavenly Oracle, who opened a hexagram, said that he was waiting for variables. ”

"Variables?"

The companion paused for a moment, then looked around with a blank gaze, and said in a mocking voice, "Where are the variables?"

Lu Mo didn't want to hit him, but he couldn't bear to deceive him, so he had to say: "The secret of heaven can't be revealed, and I don't know." ”

"Haha, it's a good thing, those guys are pretending to be ghosts all day long, and they don't know how to change a better excuse. ”

After being in a desperate situation for too long, his companion was not as in awe of the Demon Palace as usual, and said, "In my opinion, they are simply ...... Huh? What's that?"

He asked Lu Mo, but Lu Mo couldn't hear his words anymore, the Blood Killing Saint Son's eyes were staring at a certain place like a blade, his body bowed slightly, and he began to tremble.

"What's the matter, Brother Lu, is there an enemy?" The companion had never seen him look like this, and he couldn't help but be a little frightened.

"Don't move!" Lu Mo roared in a deep voice, and a cold murderous aura permeated the surroundings, as if he was about to draw his sword at any time.

"Don't move!"

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...... (To be continued.) )