Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 1112 Nine serial death tombs

"These snake eggs should be born from this female snake."

Wushuang said, a cluster of flames separated from his hand, and with a flick, it hit the head of the monk on the ground.

Snake eggs are not adult black snakes, but when they are at their weakest, her Netherworld Red Lotus and other high-grade different fires bombed, and those snake eggs burst open one after another, and the little snake inside was burned to death in an instant!

The female snake, which was nailed to the wall, struggled frantically, whistling extremely sharply.

But Wushuang couldn't give birth to the slightest sympathy. These black snakes wanted their lives, and they were murder tools cultivated by the owner of the tomb.

After all the snake eggs died, the head of the incorruptible monk's corpse finally closed its dark eyes and turned into ashes.

This monk has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and it should have been turned into dust.

As soon as the monk died, the female snake that was nailed to the wall became wilted, as if she had been drained of her anger.

Unparalleled Fu Yao's eyes lit up, and an idea flashed in their hearts at the same time.

The body of the monk is the carrier of the black snake. If the body of the monk is gone, these black snakes will lose their original vitality!

In order to test whether this idea is valid, Fu Yao took his Mingyan Sword and slashed at the female snake on the wall. This time, he even cut the female snake into two pieces! That is to say, without the carrier, the power of the black snake has weakened a lot.

The female snake that was cut into two pieces did not die. Fu Yao chopped up the snake's head again. The head was cut in half, and the snake's body finally stopped twisting.

"Finally dead."

Fu Yao clicked his tongue.

The old way went up, picked up the corpse of the female snake and looked at it, swiped a few times with the unparalleled fan, and pulled out a thumb-sized inner alchemy from the female snake's body.

"This is a good material for refining."

As he said that, he threw the inner alchemy to Wushuang, Wushuang looked at it, nodded in approval, this inner alchemy is extremely hard, it is indeed suitable for refining tools, maybe this inner alchemy has other functions.

However, she was more interested in the fangs. She asked Lao Dao to help her break the fangs off. Before, she saw that the venom of black snakes had corroded the floor. Getting smaller and smaller.

But after she ate a few pills, the power of the mysterious spirit came back, and the power of the nether red lotus did not decrease in the slightest.

"The venom is hidden in the fangs, Wushuang, be careful." The old man broke the fangs off.

Wushuang glanced at it, and said with a hooked lips: "I am refining a kind of elixir that lacks something that is extremely poisonous. This venom can play a role."

Moreover, this venom can also refine erysipelas powder, which can be said to be home travel, oh no, it is a must for murder and arson!

Her eyes suddenly became hot as she looked at the dense black snakes outside the wall of fire.

Fortunately, those black snakes do not have intelligence, otherwise the heart will be hairy at this moment.

"Senior brother, old man, later, you help me collect venom!"

Wushuang said loudly, and after the two of them responded loudly, her cyan fan went directly through the wall of fire, shhhhhh, like cutting tofu, cut the monks in half, and at the same time she Countless clusters of tiny flames were separated and bounced out, pu chi pu chi, and the snake eggs exploded in the flames!

As soon as the snake eggs died, the monk's body also turned to ashes. Soon, the huge tomb became wider, and only tens of thousands of black snakes remained outside the fire wall!

The monk's body disappeared, and the black snake's ability decreased. After a long time, the ghostly red lotus burned a lot of black snakes to death.

Fu Yao and Lao Dao rushed up and slashed at the group of black snakes!

The unparalleled cyan fan flew around and chopped off the heads of countless black snakes. The ground was full of black snake corpses, and there was no place for their feet.

The black snake had black blood, and the whole tomb had a pungent stench and a rotten smell, which was really unpleasant.

Wushuang was disgusting in this environment, and the attack was even faster. The three of them joined forces, and it didn't take long for the black snakes to all die.

Lao Dao and Fu Yao collected inner pills and venom for her, and after they collected a little, Wushuang stopped them.

"Senior brother, old man, don't worry about these things, you see, all the black blood has flowed into these grooves, as if it is gathering somewhere!"

Wushuang pointed to the groove under his feet, and all the black blood of the black snake infiltrated it, gathered together, and flowed down quickly.

The old man's expression changed, and he quickly took out the compass of heaven and earth, and he was thinking about the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and various complicated things, what he was calculating.

After a while, Lao Dao suddenly put away the heavenly compass, and said to Wushuang and Fu Yao with a very solemn expression:

"This is the nine-chain death tomb. If Laodao expected it well, the entrance has been sealed, and the next serial organ will be opened."

"what!"

Fu Yao's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly teleported backwards, but soon, he stopped.

"Junior sister, the entrance has indeed been blocked! It was blocked before we knew it! We have no way out."

Wushuang teleported over, the road was blocked from the middle, even if you entered from the first entrance, it was a dead end, and she could no longer enter. Her first thought was to worry that the uncle would be worried, and she touched it subconsciously. Xia Jie, her expression suddenly condensed, she couldn't feel the uncle from Xia Jie, nor could she contact him.

She tried sound transmission and found that it couldn't get out at all.

"Our contact with the outside world has also been cut off." She looked at Fu Yao and Lao Dao.

"This mausoleum is so weird! Junior sister, we can only move forward now."

Lao Dao nodded: "That's right, we have already passed one of the nine series of dead tombs, and there are still eight series left. If we can pass all of them, we can go out. Perhaps Venerable Dingchan's coffin is at the end."

Wushuang understands that he is even more curious about Venerable Dingchan, who is he and why he designed such a dead tomb, or that he hides too many good things and does not want people to get them, so he created this kind of nine deaths. Lifeless tomb.

In a word, she felt that Venerable Dingchan was definitely not a good person, otherwise he would not have sacrificed so many monks to raise "tomb snakes" for him. This kind of behavior is no longer worthy of being called a compassionate Buddhist.

"Who is there!"

At this moment, Wushuang suddenly looked towards the wall with sharp eyes.

Neither Fu Yao nor Lao Dao felt the presence of anyone, but they both took precautionary attitudes and protected Wushuang behind them.

But after a long while, there was no movement by the wall, making them think that Wushuang felt wrong.

"Come out!" Wushuang frowned slightly, the cyan fan in his hand showing sharp spikes.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, the corner of the cassock was exposed by the wall, and a man's voice came from there.