Tomb Raider: The Beginning Divine Fire Qilin Body

Strange black hairs floated from the space on the left and right sides, breaking inch by inch under the shadow of the black gold knife.

Qin Jun slashed all the way without getting hurt, only saw a strange palace appearing in front of him.

There are a large number of evil ghost patterns carved on the beams and pillars of the temple gate, with hideous faces.

The head of an evil spirit drawn on Qingwuzi's ultimate secret silk book suddenly appeared in Qin Jun's mind.

"Exactly the same, the world mark of the dead!"

Qin Jun was frightened and rushed into the gate of the ghost hall.

The pressure plummeted.

"thump thump"

A group of old Jiumen masters fell to the ground behind them, panting wildly, their faces dripping with sweat.

In the back are the Buddha Zhang Qishan, the black-backed sixth child, and the adjutant Duanhou.

The black-backed sixth man swept away a lot of weird hair on the left side with a thick knife in his hand, and at this moment he completely became the number one swordsman in Changsha.

The Buddha Zhang Qishan was injured but his complexion was unusually rosy, he held the torch tightly in his hand and swept wildly, with great skill, he swept away the space on the left.

The three of them are all top players, and they quickly cleaned the hair behind them.

Qin Jun turned his head and saw that the hair of the people in the sky seemed to be covered with snow, falling outside the hall.

Qin Jun's heart was beating wildly.

Although I can't grow hair, I still feel extremely scary.

"Fortunately, I, Qin Jun, have a big heart."

More than a dozen people from Laojiu's family turned their heads to look, their faces turned black with fright, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

The black-backed sixth child cried out in concern, "Master Qin, are you alright?"

"fine."

Qin Jun held the knife and smiled.

Steward Li of the old Nine Gates, the third rudder master, and the young Huo Xiangu of the Huo family all raised their heads.

They looked surprised.

This time there is no young Qin Jun to take the lead, I am afraid that all the masters of the old Jiumen will be planted, covered with hair outside, and turned into creepy monsters.

Butler Li gasped for breath, and shouted with lingering fear on his face: "Excuse me, Xiangu Huo, what the hell is your land? Not only did you not see any treasures, but we almost wiped out all our people!"

They were full of aggrieved hearts, and they agreed that they would just come and take a look at the mysterious treasure, and get some benefits by the way.

But I got a fart all the way!
No gold, silver and jewelry, not even a broken copper plate!

And he got half of the good hands.

Huo Xian collapsed, shook his head and said, "We underestimated the danger of this old mine."

The rest of the masters were panting non-stop, the ghosts of the dead trembled from fright, and the scalps on the back of their heads were blown away.

The third helmsman under the fourth master got up in horror and shouted: "What the hell is this place? Why haven't we escaped from the mine yet? Are we still under this ghost tomb?"

Qi Tiezui raised his head and looked around, swallowed hard and said: "This is Master Qingwuzi's illusion, and everything here is constructed by him."

"We are still in the illusion!"

"Ah, why are you still in the illusion?"

"I don't want to die, no, I can't die here, I still have a son!"

The old Jiumen expert screamed, and his mentality collapsed when he heard that he was still in the illusion.

Butler Li took a deep breath, and said coldly, "This big tomb... is really scary!"

This is the tomb of terror.

Qin Jun said silently in his heart.

I don't feel like I'm to blame.

Zhang Qishan came up with a dagger, bowed his hands solemnly, and said, "Thank you, Lord Qin, for the precious medicine."

"God doesn't need to say much."

Qin Jun didn't talk much, it was just a blood-enriching pill, and it was still manageable.

Taking everyone out of the huge crisis temporarily, Qin Jun took the time to look deep into the palace gate.

Inside the gate of the temple is a wide cloud.

On the left and right sides of the crowd, there are large stone pillars, statues of strange men, bronze giant beasts and other architectural wonders of ghost halls, extending to the end of 50 meters.

At the end of the black mist.

"There seems to be someone over there?"

"Could it be a dead person? Where is that terrifying monster?"

All the masters rested for a while, feeling apprehensive and apprehensive, followed Qin Jun to the end.

As he walked, he looked around in fear.

They were really afraid of going to the tomb this time. A series of bizarre encounters completely overturned their previous experience of going to the tomb, and their three views were shaken.

Qin Jun led everyone to the end, Qi Tiezui shouted in surprise, "Second Lord?"

A man in white stood in front of him.

It was Er Yuehong who had fallen into the illusion of fear and disappeared for a long time.

Er Yuehong turned around to see everyone, with a solemn expression, said: "Buddha, you are here."

Zhang Qishan said: "Well, Second Master, are you okay?"

Er Yuehong solemnly said: "Let everyone be worried, I'm fine, all this is an illusion, the girl is not dead, I will definitely be able to go out and buy medicine for her, and save her."

Zhang Qishan said calmly: "It's good to wake up, everything here is too weird, I also fell into a demon a while ago, luckily Master Qin woke up in time."

Qin Jun looked at Qingwu's layout at the end.

At the foot is a large round stone altar, the surface of which is engraved with dense green and black funeral inscriptions.

Beyond the round altar is an unknown darkness, as if outside a dream.

This is the Qingwu illusion.

It is also the final place of the tomb.

Everything is true and false, false and real, difficult to break.

Qin Jun's eyes were cold, and he saw the man in the bamboo hat who was squatting on the ground to crack the green and black illusion.

The man in the bamboo hat sensed the murderous intent, and his body froze slightly.

Then get up slowly.

Heibei Lao Liu stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Master Qin, these people are the ones who ambushed us. They failed to go to the tomb a while ago and they ambush in the cemetery, and they finally came out."

The man in the bamboo hat lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "You are young and capable, and they would not have come here without you, but the danger of this tomb is completely beyond your and my expectations. Not only does it have a large Rakshasa layout, but also The terrifying monster has not appeared, but if we work together to destroy it, there will be a glimmer of life."

"no need."

Qin Jun responded lightly, pointed the black gold ancient sword at the man in the bamboo hat, and said, "I'll kill you first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

The man in the bamboo hat was silent, then raised his face.

Showing the scar on his face, and a pair of strange snake-like eyes.

Zhang Qishan suddenly shouted: "Everyone back!"

Everyone in the Laojiu sect retreated one after another, feeling a cold killing intent between Qin Jun and the man in the bamboo hat.

Qin Jun took the initiative to move, and walked forward with a black gold ancient knife in his hand.

The man in the bamboo hat put his right hand on the jade steel knife at his waist, his fingers trembling slightly, and he yelled, "Ghost flash!"

The body of the man in the bamboo hat suddenly rushed forward, bringing out a series of phantoms.

Unicorn · front!
Kirin · OK!
Qin Jun's two secrets opened together, his mind was unprecedentedly concentrated, his body swept forward fiercely, and he swept across ruthlessly with the ancient black gold knife in his hand.

Everyone in Zhang Qishan was horrified: "Both of them are top masters!"

"laugh"

The sound of sharp blades brutally piercing flesh resounded in the air.

Qin Jun was unscathed.

Gui Shan, a man in a bamboo hat, rushed over, threw his head high, dropped the jade steel knife in his hand, rushed forward three meters, and then fell down in despair.

Qin Jun stood standing with a black gold ancient knife in his hand, his delicate back was super young and should not be offended.

In an instant, the winner was decided.

Qin Jun won a big victory.

An unbelievable old scream sounded from the other end: "You actually killed Master Miyaki, you little bastard, how dare you, do you know who Master Miyaki is!"

Qin Jun followed the voice and looked.

I saw that nasty smelly old man pointing at his nose and angrily insulting him loudly, his fingers trembling. He couldn't believe that the "adult" he said was dead.

Qin Jun couldn't help frowning, turned his head and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"He is Miji Hatoyama."

The Huo family Huo Xian stood up and said coldly: "Hatoyama came to Changsha more than 30 years ago to do business, moved the treasures of my Huo family's old mine site, and returned home after suffering heavy losses. Unexpectedly, he came again. He has a mole on the left cheek , is almost the same as the characteristics recorded at home."

Er Yuehong said angrily: "It turns out that he is Meizhi Hatoyama, unwilling to be reconciled to the "treasure" under the mine, he wrote the "Hatoyama Report" and submitted it to the owner above the mine."

Zhang Qishan said: "Then he is the source of the 'Mine Project' of the Luben people."

Meizhi Hatoyama smiled bitterly: "It was written by me, Hatoyama, the treasure will always belong to our Great Sun Empire, you can't get out haha—"

"Then there's nothing to say."

Qin Jun said calmly, went up and slashed the knife, Meizhi Hatoyama's head rolled off, the expression of fear froze on his face, and he closed his mouth.

He coveted the meteorite copper for decades, and worked hard for most of his life, but in the end all came to nothing, and his body died at Qin Jun's feet in a different place.

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