Chapter 609

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It seems that if you take another step forward, you will reach an abyss.

The medicine gradually dissipated, and Mo Ran slowly stood up from the ground. Xue Meng hesitated for a while, but still supported him.

Mo Ran said: "Thank you very much."

Then he looked at the monks walking in front of him: "Is anyone else fascinated by the incense?"

"No more, only you, you ran too fast." Xue Meng was still worried, but finally his emotions were not as intense as before, "The moment we entered the palace, Jiang Xi noticed that there were eighteen ghosts here. The fragrance.”

"...It's not eighteen ghosts, it's nineteen levels of prison."

"It's just this thing anyway, the name is not important." Xue Meng said, "He did the dispersal, and if we come in again, it will be fine." He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, "But this is also a coincidence, if it had just been If there is any more trouble, it will be troublesome.”

"What's the meaning?"

"You were walking so fast that you didn't see it. On our way to Tiangong, several venomous snakes suddenly emerged from the rattan basket that Nangong Liu was carrying. Many people were bitten because they couldn't dodge. Those people were resting in the same place. , don't move around. The snake venom is highly toxic. Jiang Xi originally asked us to leave first, and stayed there to remove the poison for them. After removing the poison, he would follow. ... If this is the case, I am afraid that everyone who arrives at the Tiangong will be poisoned. Let's do it." Xue Meng said, "He only has a bottle of dream-breaking cold water, but he really can't save so many people."

Mo Ran vaguely felt something was wrong and asked: "Then why didn't he stay there to remove the poison for everyone?"

"He had a young apprentice who said he could solve it, so Jiang Xi left his apprentice there and came up with us first."

The ink-burning brows frowned deeper.

He followed the backs of Gu Yueye's group and scanned the crowd, but did not find the figure he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi's apprentice can't detoxify this snake venom, then there will undoubtedly be only two people left, one is Jiang Xi and the other is Hua Binan.

"Where's Hua Binan?"

Xue Meng was stunned for a moment: "Do you doubt the Cold Scale Saint Hand?"

"Just a question."

"There is nothing to doubt. Hua Binan himself has been bitten and is meditating down there. However, there is already a lot of poison in his body. He said that he will be fine after adjusting his breathing for a while. He will come up to meet us later."

Mo Ran's expression became even more gloomy.

The Holy Hand of Cold Scale was injured and unable to move, so the only one who could heal the injury was Jiang Xi. Fortunately, Jiang Xi also has an apprentice who happens to be able to detoxify this kind of snake venom. If it weren't for this person, then Jiang Xi would probably be down there removing the poison from the injured monk at this moment.

When he comes up again, what will be the scene in this ancestral temple? Can a bottle of dream-breaking cold water still save the situation?

"Xue Meng."

"Um?"

"Pay attention to Hua Binan."

Just as he said these words, he suddenly felt the ground shake suddenly, and then a distant dragon roar cut through the sky and came from outside the palace.

Someone was as frightened as a bird, and said in horror: "What's going on? What was that movement just now?"

A bolder monk said: "I'll go take a look."

He quickly walked to the entrance of the palace, looked down, and looked up at the sky. Then he turned back and said, "It's okay. It's probably just some occasional noises in this mountain. After all, they are transformed by the evil spirit of the dragon."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go back.

But at this moment, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by something. The monk lowered his head and saw a pale and pale hand. He didn't react for a moment and was still in a daze.

Xue Zhengyong had sharp eyes, but he shouted from a distance: "Be careful!!"

But it was too late, a corpse jumped up into the air, wrapped in the crane of the Confucian Feng Sect, with a silk ribbon covering its eyes, and stabbed the monk's chest with a single sword.

"I..." The monk opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hand and subconsciously touched the protruding sword, then spat out a large mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.

After a brief silence, the ground rumbled and shook again. Everyone looked outside the palace door and saw thick dragon tendons rising from the ground and piercing the clouds. Each bloody dragon tendon was lifting and binding the body of an ancestor disciple of the Confucian Feng Sect. From a distance, it looked like a dense swarm of bees had gathered in mid-air, ready to rush into the hall and mash everyone into pulp at any time.

The owner of the horse farm screamed and covered his eyes: "Oh my God, my God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Xue Zhengyong was so angry that the merchant vomited blood, slapped him on the back of the head to shut him up, and then shouted to everyone: "Go and close the palace door! Go and block the palace door! Don't let them rush in. !”

He said that he took the lead and faced the zombie walking staggeringly with a long sword dripping with blood. He swung his folding fan to knock it out of the hall, kicked down the long rolling steps, and then grabbed the spiritual stone gate on one side. He shouted to push it up.

But I don't know what's going on with that door. It's easy to push from the outside, but it's as heavy as a rock to close from the inside. Xue Zhengyong's veins were bulging, but his strength was as strong as a cow in the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon's tendons, Xue Zhengyong cursed angrily: "What's going on? Didn't Nangong Changying seal them all just now? This bullshit dragon is disobedient! He is confronting his master!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng also immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyong's side to join hands. Nangong Si said: "It's useless! My great-grandfather asked four thousand porters to transport these two spiritual stones. You can never move them by yourself." Come on."

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