The debris on the ground is fresh, and the further you go, the more debris there is.

It can be seen that the entrance to the submarine catacombs is nearby.

I walked along the submarine rift, a little vigilantly forward.

The rift was dark and depressing, and I looked up at the light of the dozens of meters of crevices, and was a little worried about whether the wire of the coiling dragon lock would be stuck by the raised stones.

Reaching out and groping back, I grabbed it for a while, and I was shocked to find that the coiling dragon lock behind it had broken somewhere.

If you think about it, when I was holding the dagger to stab the fish just now, I seemed to swing it a little bigger.

After finishing the calf, it is estimated that it was cut at that time.

Murphy above, suddenly felt the rope loosen, should he come down to me!

Hiss –

On the radio of the diving helmet, there was a signal sound, presumably Murphy contacting me.

"Hidden Dragon, where are you!?"

The radio can be reached within two hundred meters.

But the magnetic field in the depths of the canyon is very strong, affecting the radio waves, and I can't figure out what Murphy's equipment is now.

I hurriedly shouted at my helmet, "I'm fine! Go up there, and don't go near the depths of the rift!"

From the sight of the ceramic shards beneath the rift, I knew that this was close to the entrance to the tomb.

The pre-Qin tombs that have been buried for thousands of years, and a random evil book can make water ghosts become immortals.

A wisp of evil energy in the tomb is enough for the sea fish to become a spirit.

It's hard to imagine what will happen to Murphy, who knows nothing about metaphysics, when he enters this ghost place!

After the rattle of the transmitter, Murphy's voice on the other end was a little panicked, "I'm down there!"

"It's dark and wide around here!"

"I'm going upstream, but the underground current here sucks me from the top down."

"I...... I can't seem to get out!"

Don't say it's Murphy, I'm scared.

I didn't know how long I could hold on to the noise of the radio waves, so I tried to say to Murphy in a calm tone, "Don't worry, you look around, is there anything familiar?"

"If you can find an incline up the slope, climb as far as you can!"

Being swept up by an undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, you have to be dragged alive and drowned in it, and the corpse can't float out of the sea!

"Okay, I'...... I'll look for it."

In Murphy's pretended calm voice, it was really difficult to hide his panic.

As Murphy searched, I sat down cross-legged, carefully sensing the direction of the ocean around me and her breath.

Unfortunately, I sensed it for a long time, but I didn't feel anything.

I stood where I was, not daring to go anywhere.

I am afraid that if I go in the opposite direction, the radio frequency, which is already very weak, will completely lose the signal.

The oxygen cylinder can only hold for about twenty minutes longer.

No, we can't wait any longer!

I adjusted my breath, forcibly pinched the spell, and used the hexagram book for divination.

The Six Hexagrams is a search technique created out of nothing, and people or things can be missing.

Thaumaturgy like this has a near-harsh spell casting counter-devour.

If it's just a lost child, or a stolen wallet, you only need to consume a little spiritual power.

But if the difficulty of finding it is too great, for example, if the child has been lost for ten years and wants to find it again, it will take a lot of wishing.

Once the caster pinched the hexagram book, he would be unlucky at least and bloody at worst.

I'm in an undersea rift, and trying to find Murphy is definitely not cheap.

But at this juncture, I can't control a lot.

"Hexagram book, enlighten me!"

All of a sudden, the spiritual power in my dantian seemed to have broken at the bottom, and it began to vent and consume frantically.

In just half a second, the spiritual power in my body was completely consumed, and at the same time, there was a huge feeling of oppression in my internal organs.

Worst!

Murphy's current position is definitely not for me to spy on!

If you want to snoop, you have to sacrifice the five internal organs, and the next step is the whole body and soul!

I hurriedly slapped myself on the chest, forcibly interrupting the cast.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood almost spurted out, and I forced myself to hold back the tightness in my chest.

Once sprayed on the diving helmet, it will affect the line of sight!

What's more, blood beckons yin.

In the case of the complete loss of spiritual power, I can't even defeat some strange fish that have been mutated by yin power.

The divination was interrupted, and I was not too seriously injured.

The panic in my heart was even stronger.

It stands to reason that it is more difficult for me to divinate Murphy under the sea, but it will not make me go back to death.

Where the hell is Murphy!?

In my anxious waiting, Murphy finally heard movement on the other end.

"Hidden Dragon, I tried to climb up just now, but I was still dragged back by the water!"

"When I landed, I didn't carelessly step on a hole in the ground."

"The hole is also starting to swallow down seawater, dirt, and gravel!"

"The stone wall opposite me, all the silt has been sucked away, revealing two gates!"

I was shocked, "The gate!?"

"That's right, it's the gate. This gate is five meters high and more than three meters wide!" Look at the book

"Looking at the material, it should be made of bronze, and there are very strange patterns on it, and there is a strange beast head with a copper ring in the center."

Hearing Murphy's words, I was completely dumbfounded.

No wonder the divination once almost killed me, the feeling of this Murphy was by mistake, and he went directly to the entrance of the tomb under the sea!

Murphy's voice became more and more panicked, "Hidden Dragon, I'm running out of oxygen, what should I do now!?"

Oh no, it's really bad now!

I forgot one thing.

As a metaphysician, I consume less oxygen and can hold back more underwater.

But Murphy is underwater, climbing and fighting against underground undercurrents, and his oxygen consumption has increased exponentially.

There is no way out, but to live to die!

I asked Murphy, "Can you open the tomb door?"

"The tomb under the sea is divided into an outer water barrier, and the inner tomb was once there."

"If you can open the aquifer, there's plenty of oxygen in it!"

Murphy: "Okay, I'll try!"

Crunch squeak –

Suddenly, I heard a tooth-aching sound!

The sound of friction does not come from the walkie-talkie, but from the ...... Southeast!

Murphy's location in the southeast!

I endured the tightness in my chest and struggled to swim in the southeast direction.

Under the strenuous exercise, my nostrils began to leak blood, and the mask under the water was covered so that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Hey, can you hear me!?"

I shouted a few times at the walkie-talkie, but there was a beep shutdown sound on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Damn it!

I pulled off my mask, put the oxygen tube in my mouth, and continued to swim forward!

Blood flowed from the nostrils, and in the depths of the dark canyon, a long line of blood was streaked.

In the cracks in the rocks, strangely shaped fish came out of the cracks, followed my buttocks, gulping down the blood in the sea.