Otherworldly Merchant

Knock!

Just as the three of us were silent, Little White Dragon shook his hand, and the blue slab with the cursed inscription in front of it broke into pieces and collapsed.

In the dust rolling, Xiaobailong jumped to us and said: “I'm going to smash it from the beginning, you have to stop me from talking a lot of crap, but it's the same in the end? Anyway, I couldn't get my eyes around me, it was a dead end, and I just smashed my mind. ”

“Let's go, we have to meet God to kill God, Buddha to kill Buddha, I'm soft on him!” Little White Dragon clapped his hands and shouted arrogantly.

All three of us were stunned by the simple brutality of Little White Dragon.

He blew it up so easily!

Fortunately, this stone tablet works as a cursed stone, with no additional traps.

After the soot dispersed, the stone wall in front broke into pieces and a large black painted hole appeared.

Outside the hole is a large stone room of fifty or sixty square feet, clearly seen under flashlight.

The interior is distinct in black and white, and the first half is gray and white slabs, scattered with broken cursed tablets; the second half is a large cave of black holes, except that the black and white complex ground is uneven, like the bed of a river melting in the early spring.

The slab near our side is smooth as a mirror, and the side near the black cave is filled with deep pits large and small.

Far away, you can see a gloomy chill drilling outward.

“It's water, let me do this!” Before Han Lao Liu approached him, Little White Dragon shouted out loud and shook his hand.

The pitch-black surface formed a layer of white ice in a clicking sound.

Xiaobailong picked up a fist-sized stone and was about to smash it over to see how thick the ice layer was.

But that layer of white ice instantly melted clean again!

“Hmm?” Little White Dragon raised his head suddenly in dismay.

The water surface is cold, the Yin Qi is straight drilling, the ability of Xiaobailong is also to manipulate ice and snow, even if the ice formation is not hard enough, far from walking, but it will not melt so quickly, right?

And as a result of this, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, and even the stone next to the pool was soaked with a layer of white frost.

“Fuck him!” Little White Dragon cursed and threw the stone away.

Whoops!

The stone fell into the water and blew up a wave.

But then we all found out that the water was really sticky, it was just a pool of glue that hadn't hardened yet.

Boom!

Boom!

At a time when we were surprised, the sound array below the surface of the water seemed to be thunder striking.

Immediately after that, waves of thick circular waves rolled out, as if the rock had spooked something underwater.

Wow!

Suddenly, the thick water flowers swelled upwards, freeing up more than two meters above the ground, revealing a dark head on the wavehead.

Those two mouth beards alone are half a metre long and their fingers are thick.

Boom! The mucus went into the water and blew up a splash of water.

Nutrition…

Flowers of water fell on the stone, nourished and smoked black, and the graveyard smelled of smelly scorching paste.

Then again, the stone surface was burned out a deep pit, that's how the deep pit on the slab came!

“Back up!” Han Lao Liu said very vigilantly.

This dark, viscous, highly corrosive liquid can no longer be called water.

But what kind of monster survives in this liquid?

“Damn it, what the hell is this?” Little White Dragon asked strangely.

“It's a cat!” The first look was harsh, he said.

“Cat?” I've never heard of this either.

“This is an extremely cruel witchcraft that creates an airtight iron coffin that puts together a group of newborn babies and catfish at the same time, then pours them into a specially prepared potion, then seals the coffin and leaves only a small hole for ventilation. ”

“After the baby died, his soul was sealed in a coffin, unable to escape, unable to turn back, and then possessed by a catfish. Once the catfish had eaten the bodies of the babies, they began to kill each other, and as the concentration of the potion continued to increase, the only remaining cat was gradually refined. ”

“Cats made in this way are said to survive for thousands of years without eating or drinking, simply because of the resentment of many babies! The potion is also specially prepared and will never evaporate and will never be depleted. ”

“What is this thing for?” Han Liu doesn't seem to have heard of this either.

“Legend has it that the drug primer of immortality.” First answer.

“Psst! This is fucking daylight.” Little White Dragon scolded: “Then how do you kill it? ”

“Its skin is very tough, and it's covered in breathtaking corrosive mucus, not afraid of swords at all. Neither the cold nor the flames are close at all. If you want to subdue it, in addition to draining the mucus, it's super-dead. ”

“Then hurry!” Little White Dragon shrugged his shoulder: “I can't help with this. ”

Han Lao Liu turned around and looked at me and Hatsumomo: "Which one of you is coming? I'm not good at this kind of thing. ”

At first glance, they both said: "This can't be solved by one person, if only the ordinary cat, but this cat has grown so big and has been impregnated in the ancient tomb for such a long time, it is not easy to deal with. If you really want to be strong, I'm afraid I'm going to be a burden to you! Let's see, I'm here to go beyond the dead spirit. Jiulin, do as I say and sacrifice the catfish. The six of you and the little white dragon will serve as sacrificial animals...”

“What?” Little White Dragon got a little confused.

Although he is not very familiar with the method of super sacrifice, after all, he is a pedestrian. What do animals mean? Naturally, it is perfectly clear. Isn't that the pig cowhead on the desk?

“I can still hurt you.” First Aikido: “Just follow my orders! ”

He simply divided the work between us.

Hatsune and Han Lao Six, my Little White Dragon group - this is what Little White Dragon specifically asked for, as if he had actually been in Hatsune before!

“Heavenly resentment, revenge...” At first, he held an eight-faced Chinese sword high and read words.

“The agony of the year, the hatred of the year, a strand of blue silk, seamless.” As soon as he heard this, Han Lao Liu hurriedly threw away the stones tied to his hair and threw them far away.

As soon as the stone fell into the water, it boiled and looked like a large pot of burnt asphalt, bubbling. The black hinges swept away, and the stench of the stinking nose swept up.

“Sick!” I held Han Lao Liu's ancient sword and pointed away.