Mo Qing and the others are not dead, this seems to be a nonsense.

At this time, they landed in a wide space, the light was dim, and they could dimly perceive that this was a grotto, and there were a lot of craggy strange rocks around it.

The shrill wind still howled, as if it was ringing in the ears, and it seemed to be far away.

Mo Qing's clothes were disheveled, his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely sharp, and the Wind Breaking Knife floated in front of him, like a cold poisonous snake spitting letters.

Around him, there were many people, except for Zhu Shigu and the other three, and some of them were cultivators who had not joined the camp of the Death Palace before and came in first.

Those people were also in a bad state, one by one dizzy, and one of them was unlucky and now it had become two! Blood flowed here, exuding a rich bloody aura.

It seems that everyone is like this, all of them have encountered that terrible whirlpool, and they are not the only ones who are unlucky.

At this time, most people had not woken up from the dizziness, so naturally no one noticed Mo Qing's vigilant moves, he looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger for the time being, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a wave of dizziness came towards him, he shook two steps under his feet, stabilized his body, and checked the situation of Zhu Shigu and several people.

The injuries were not serious, and the seemingly dangerous whirlpool did not launch any terrifying attacks on them after entering, but the terrifying rotation almost made people collapse.

If not, depending on their cultivation, it would be very difficult to come out of it alive.

“... Ahem... His uncle, how... There's going to be such a bad thing......"

Zhu Shigu bent over and covered his chest and coughed and scolded, but his voice was weak and intermittent.

There was also a sigh and angry scolding around at this time.

“... What a sin......

The Fire Elder of the Flame Gate also woke up from his dizziness, beat his chest and scolded, saying in his heart, if there is a Wind Bead, it doesn't have to be like this.

Just as he was thinking like this, there was a sound of breaking the air behind him, and a figure suddenly rushed out from the wind at the entrance of the cave behind him, spun and flew towards him, and smashed it on the elder surnamed Huo impartially.

"Poof!" a muffled voice sounded.

"Ahh

“...... Who doesn't have long eyes like this......" The voice was dull, as if his mouth and nose were covered.

At the same time, there were limbs scratching on the ground, but the comer was too heavy, and when he was caught off guard, the old man surnamed Huo was smashed again, and he couldn't pick it out in a hurry for a while, only seeing his arms and legs moving around.

Mo Qing's tense body relaxed, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

The red boy on the side coughed, held back a smile, waved his hand and played a spell, and moved aside with the stout flying man.

The elder surnamed Huo got up from the ground and said "Bah accompany ......"

Then he came to the man who was in a state of vertigo, raised his big foot and kicked it, "Let you smash Lao Tzu! Let you not open your eyes! Let you let Lao Tzu eat soil ......."

Mo Qing looked at it twice and ignored it, and said to the red boy and Zhu Shigu beside him:

"Now while most people haven't reacted, let's hurry up, and the people from the Dead Palace are now far away, even if there will be any danger along the way, it is estimated that they have almost solved it, let's quietly follow and see if there is anything ready to eat." ”

Zhu Shigu looked at the scattered figures around him, many of them were dizzy, and some people looked at each other vigilantly and walked towards the passage in front of them, so he nodded and said, "That's true, we can't delay, let's go." ”

The red boy nodded, did not speak, frowned and looked to the side, and said, "Senior Brother Huo, don't make any more trouble, it's important to do business." ”

The red boy is also a little helpless about his junior brother, not to mention a single tendon, his temper is not good, and the nine cows can't pull it back, just like entering the wind cave this time, but now he must still think that his previous proposal is correct, this is to get out.

The fire elder heard the red boy's greeting and responded, "Come now." Turning around and about to leave, he was puzzled by it, raised his foot and kicked it again, scolding: "You are cheap, boy." ”

But after not wanting to go down, the person who had not moved suddenly came with a moan, which was the rhythm of waking up.

"Do you still dare to scream, dare to scream?!" The elder surnamed Huo turned around and kicked it with two feet, and then he tidied up his clothes with satisfaction, wiped the dirt on the corners of his mouth, and left in style.

A moment later, the man who had fallen to the ground and had been kicked a dozen times woke up.

"Hiss~" He shook his dizzy head and couldn't help but gasp. "Really... It's so damn painful......"

Then he was overjoyed, and said to himself: "Encountering such a big and dangerous whirlpool, Lao Tzu actually did not die, it is really a blessing and a great life, and it is said that if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, so isn't Lao Tzu's action going to be sent this time......?"

He laughed for a while, and when he turned his head, he found that something was wrong, and many people were looking at him with strange eyes, and there were too many people who didn't die in this damn disaster, right?

He stopped laughing, with a look of chagrin on his face, thumped his head, and took another breath, this bullshit vortex is too ruthless, tossing Lao Tzu into such a look.

He got up with a curse in his mouth, and then stopped moving, and looked at the shirt on his chest, where there were several large footprints......

Could that damn maelstrom still kick people?

After a brief lull, an angry roar rang out, "Which bastard kicked Lao Tzu!"

No one answered him, nor did they come up to fight him, because the bastard who kicked him had already left here.

It was a naturally formed cavern, tortuous and irregular, with occasional whistles of wind surging and banging over the aura of the bodyguard.

The light is not good, dim and dim, the air is cold with a hint of coldness, which makes people can't help but mention it, and from time to time I fantasize in my heart whether there will suddenly be a hand stretched out from somewhere......

The Red Boy sacrificed a fist-sized bead of burning flames, and flew two feet in front of him, illuminating the road, and the brightening light made people's hearts settle down a lot.

Mo Qing and the others looked at some of the marks left on the ground and walked forward.

There are almost thousands of monks in the Funeral Palace, and it is impossible for so many people to leave no traces in the place where they have walked, and those people have not deliberately covered them up, so they are easy to identify.

From time to time, some monks would come from behind, watching each other and then hurrying forward.

"Knock, knock, knock......" In the relatively quiet passage, a series of sounds suddenly sounded, Mo Qing's body moved, stopped, and watched closely ahead...