One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighteen: Do you need skills to rob a tomb? Just fight it!
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"Click."
Yan Huan shrugged and walked forward. Not long after, he suddenly heard rumbling sounds, and then the walls on both sides suddenly revealed holes, with dozens of spikes sticking out.
Bang!
He didn't even blink, he just stepped forward and directly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, easily avoiding this mechanism... Boom! ! !
Yan Wan retracted his fist and walked over on the gravel with the female ghost's dumbfounded expression on his face. A stone slab fell just above his head, but... it was smashed by his punch.
"This, this is still a human being???" The female ghost complained in her heart. She felt that Yan Wan was more like a demolition office worker, maybe an elite member of the urban management brigade.
laugh……
At the end of the passage, the iron gate suddenly lowered, and the statues on both sides spewed out a stream of green poisonous gas.
It's a pity that Yan Wan has already activated the [Nine Transformations of Golden Cicada] and has nine layers of invisible internal energy shields on his body. In addition, now that he has internal energy in his body, he can transform his internal energy in more than half an hour and can survive without breathing oxygen. .
bass……
The sharp blade broke the box, and the iron gate was immediately split open.
What a magic machine? What a trap?
Move? nonexistent.
Violent demolition and demolition.
Of course, there are also mechanisms that Yan Wan cannot break through with brute force, such as the twenty-meter-long corridor in front of him, filled with poisonous water and with flames spraying from both sides.
The female ghost looked at him and laughed secretly in her heart. She felt that Yan Wan was destined to be unable to escape this final trap.
"You can't get through here, so you have to fight to the death?"
Yan sighed, smashed the wall next to him with one punch, picked up rocks from the ground, and threw them at the flamethrower mechanisms like throwing flying pancakes.
There were four muffled sounds, and the female ghost stared blankly at the machine that had been smashed into several big holes.
How could he do this? ? ?
In those TV dramas, the protagonist goes through hardships, uses his brains and talents to solve many difficulties, and narrowly escapes death... Why don't there be such plots?
All the agencies and institutions along the way were completely destroyed by Yan, which made the female ghost couldn't help but suspect again that he was an elite graduate of the excavator demolition major at Hawaii Lanxiang Technical College.
Stepping on the depression, Yan Wan effortlessly crossed the chasm, and with undiminished momentum, he smashed the blocked stone door with a knee strike.
"Buried slave?"
He patted the dirt on his body, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it for himself. He glanced around, and his eyes suddenly fell on the female ghost: "Where are those people?"
He made quite a lot of noise along the way, but despite this, no other ghosts or zombies jumped out, and he was probably much faster than Song Yixue and the others.
Even so, no one, ghost, zombie or the like appeared, which is not in line with common sense.
"No, I don't know," the female ghost shuddered and shivered. She saw murderous intent in Yan Wan's eyes.
"Where are we now?" Yan Wan raised his eyebrows dumbly.
The female ghost replied in a low voice: "Well, we are on the left side of the tomb now, and on the right are the gold, silver, jewelry and other things buried with the tomb."
"hehe……"
Yan Wan twitched the corner of his mouth in disbelief, and with the help of his feet, he jumped out of the pit easily and came to the bronze door. He wanted to go through and chop Song Yixue to death as soon as possible.
The bronze door was not sealed, so he pushed it open with a little force.
What he saw upon entering was an underground hall the size of a basketball court. Armors and weapons were neatly arranged along the wall, and in the middle were twenty dust-covered sarcophagi.
He keenly noticed that there were messy footprints around these coffins.
"Click..."
As he walked into the basement, something seemed to be activated. With a sudden and permeating sound of friction, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and a dry claw stretched out from it.
"The coffin is still a sliding lid? Is it so advanced?"
Yan Wan complained, stepped forward and took a look, sighed, then stretched out his hand and crushed the head of this guy who hadn't climbed out yet.
Roar……
Just as he got rid of one, he saw more than a dozen zombies jumping out of other coffins and surrounding Yan Wan.
Puff, puff... Before the female ghost could react, Yan Wan had already put the sword back into the box and walked towards the iron gate at the end.
The stench filled the air.
The female ghost watched helplessly as these zombies who had not given a pre-war speech had half of their heads cut off, connected with the corpse energy and blood evil, dissipated, and turned into a bunch of black ash the moment they fell to the ground.
"Bring a few more." Yan Wan murmured, his eyes shining with excitement.
He could feel that the power of Chixiao in his hand became more and more terrifying after being nourished by the blood evil. It was originally a thin layer of red light, but now it condensed into a transparent red dragon, spinning on the sword.
Although Yin evil spirits can also be absorbed by it, they are far less powerful than blood evil spirits. Yan Wang felt...if he wanted to make this sword stronger, he might have to kill that Dorgon.
But then again, this guy is different from the zombies in the movie.
Why were those zombies that Mao could only jump, but the ones he encountered, apart from being a little stiff and not very flexible, could also pick up weapons? ? ?
"Crack!"
The door was pushed open, Yan Wan took half a step back with ease, twisted his waist to lift the sword, and took it out of the box. Along with a dazzling red light, the sword edge hit the edge of a long knife exactly.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the burly figure holding a knife suddenly exerted force on Yan Wan, trying to knock him to the ground.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Half a minute passed.
Yan Wan's hand was still steady, his expression was as usual, and he kicked him in the chest, causing dull and loud sounds that echoed in the basement. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuｙuaｎ.com
He turned the long sword in his hand, and when he opened the long sword, he slashed diagonally, and the sharp blade instantly cut off the handle. He chopped off the opponent's arm without losing any momentum.
No blood.
Yan Wan looked at the other party's wounds curiously. He made a mistake with his foot, raised his sword and held it out, lightly twisting it around the opponent's neck.
The skin and bones as hard as steel did not play any role at all. Only a friction sound was heard, and the guy's head was cut off.
"Crack!"
Together with the rusty helmet, Yan Wan crushed his head to pieces with one kick.
Before the strong corpse aura dissipated, it was swallowed up by the flashing red sky, leaving not a single hair left.
"Isn't he Dorgon?" Yan Huan turned around and looked at the female ghost.
The female ghost shook her head and said weakly: "No, this is one of his soldiers."
"Lead the way." Yan estimated that they were almost at the main tomb chamber.
He violently demolished this place all the way, and it is at least a few hundred meters away now. It was not an easy task to dig out such an underground palace without anyone noticing at that time.
On the other side, a group of about eight or nine people were resting, with many bodies lying on the ground beside them.
A young man who was drinking water suddenly stopped his wrist, looked in a certain direction suspiciously, and asked: "Hu Jiu, did you hear any noise?"
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