Muffled Oil Bottle turned to look at him and pointed at the current.
"The monster has gone down and doesn't seem to have found Ah Ning. Let's go down.”
She thought that this woman was here to monitor them.
Qiu Dekao already knew of their existence, and Xiao Xun had told him that Qiu Dekao was a bad guy.
After experiencing the underwater tomb, Muffled Oil Bottle completely trusted Xiao Xun and did not have the slightest doubt.
Moreover, he felt extremely uncomfortable at the mention of Qiu Dekao's name.
He thought to himself that this seventy-year-old guy must have many secrets.
However, Xiao Xun was obviously disdainful of De Kao's team. It seemed that he was fighting against other forces.
Xiao Xun's imposing manner, Muffled Oil Bottle secretly felt that it was the imposing manner of uprooting.
…
At this moment, Xiao Xun waved his hand, indicating that there was no hurry. He felt that there was something wrong here.
He did not care whether Ah Ning and the others were in danger or had already entered the ancient tomb.
Moreover, Ah Ning should not have found the entrance to the ancient tomb yet.
…
The surroundings were very eerie. He seemed to hear countless feet walking towards them.
"Little brother, did you hear that?"
" It looks like a dumpling."”
However, they had not entered the ancient tomb yet. This was not a place close to the ancient tomb.
At most, it would be near the entrance of the ancient tomb. Why was there a dumpling?
Xiao Xun thought about it carefully. The Snake Kingdom was not a small country that was good at traps and tricks.
This was a place that ordinary people could not enter, so there was no reason to set up any traps here.
The sound of countless footsteps was very uncomfortable, and it was getting clearer and clearer.
"Little brother, if it's a dumpling later, I'm going to start a massacre. You can go to the entrance with Red Python first.”
As he spoke, a dense group of black shadows walked out of the dark karst cave not far away.
The sound came from those karst caves.
The torchlight couldn't illuminate that area, so they couldn't see what was densely packed there.
F * ck, it looked like a human figure but not a human figure. It was very strange.
The footsteps that made him feel very uncomfortable were very annoying, and he had goosebumps all over his body.
It was completely out of the plot and had increased his danger.
This meant that once these unknown living creatures appeared, killing them was the most direct method. There was no reason to keep them to cause trouble.
If it was valuable and of a sufficient level, taming it was his freedom.
Da da--
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps became orderly. Xiao Xun was instantly stunned.
Could it be that the soldiers of the netherworld were using the passage?
"Little brother, do you remember the story that the old man in the village told us about the ghost soldiers passing by?”
He pulled out the Ming Hong Saber and placed it in front of him. His mind was spinning rapidly. He would only know if the Yin soldiers were passing by.
Nu You Ping also pulled out his black gold ancient knife. His cold tone did not change for a moment as he said.
"My intuition tells me that's not the case."
He didn't follow Xiao Xun's instructions to enter the ancient tomb alone. He couldn't understand why Xiao Xun asked him to do so.
However, it was his style to join the battle against monsters. He would not leave.
The corners of Xiao Xun's mouth twitched. He thought to himself, Brother, I'm doing this to level up.
Dada Dada--
The eerie atmosphere became thicker and thicker, like the thick darkness of ink. Under the illumination of the flashlight, they saw the thing that made a very uncomfortable sound.
"F * ck!"
Xiao Xun cursed when he saw it.
Everywhere he looked, there were only skeletons!
Some of the skeletons had completely deformed. Some collapsed, some crooked, and some rotten.
It was still draped over him. Xiao Xun couldn't figure out why it was a tattered piece of cloth that hadn't rotted completely.
Damn it, the skull actually had long, dry white hair. What the f * ck…
Xiao Xun knew that he shouldn't be laughing at this moment, but he really couldn't hold it in.
"Don't laugh. I'm worried that there's poisonous gas in this large group of skeletons.”
Xiao Xun had already thought of this and threw the gas mask he had prepared to the oil bottle.
The two of them put it on. The skeleton army was already approaching, and their long nails were bared at them.
If one really saw it, one would probably be so scared that their legs would turn to jelly.
Just as she thought of this, she suddenly exclaimed," Ah!"
It was very familiar. Who else could it be but naivety?
Xiao Xun didn't even bother to check where they were before he started his massacre.
Clang! The sound of the knife slashing the skeleton rang out. In the next second, the skeleton turned into ashes and dissipated into the thick darkness.
The ash was poisonous gas.
After killing a lot of skeletons, his level began to change.
However, such a simple level of skeletons would not level up quickly without killing a large number of them.
He and Muffled Oil Bottle tried their best to kill the enemy, but it seemed that they could not kill them all.
When Muffled Oil Bottle saw Xiao Xun raise his hand and slash down, it was actually several times faster than him. It was simply not a level that he could reach.
When he killed one, the area around Xiao Xun had already collapsed, once again stunning the stuffy oil bottle.
This was not the battle of the Great Cry Saber, but Xiao Xun personally using it to kill the enemy.
This strength, stuffy oil bottle had no choice but to admit defeat. No wonder he said that he did not need to deal with it together. This strength did not need him at all.
Little did he know that Xiao Xun's level was constantly increasing, and his strength was getting stronger. He only enjoyed the feeling of holding a saber and killing his enemies with all his might.
"Save me!"
At this moment, someone suddenly hugged her from behind. It was very soft.
Xiao Xun paused. It was a f * cking woman!
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