Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"This...golden mask?"

Look at the golden light flashing in the red mist.

The group of people on the stone bridge recognized him instantly.

The alien mask made of gold on the monster's face is almost identical to the one fished out of the old banyan tree's crimson blood jade coffin.

Dragon horns, animal mouth and fish tail and ears.

Even the eye-like vortexes on the mask are almost the same.

It just comes out of the same mold.

The only difference.

There are only differences in size.

The piece in the crimson blood coffin was obviously tailor-made for himself by the high priest.

But the piece was surprisingly big, like a big iron pot stuck on something's face.

To be precise, it was embedded in flesh and blood.

Completely fused with the monster's body.

At this moment, by the lights on the stone bridge.

Everyone clearly saw that there was only one single eye under the golden mask, and a meat ball-like thing was exposed from underneath, rotating back and forth.

There is a bloody mouth hidden under the tiger's mouth. Every time it opens and closes, a large amount of red mist erupts.

It is difficult to see its full picture.

"No, this is not a mountain god. What on earth is it?"

"Why does it feel like another big snake?"

"It can't be a mountain dragon or an earth dragon, right?"

Except for Chen Yulou, who had already expected it, the expressions of everyone on the bridge changed drastically.

Especially the partridge whistle and the old foreigner.

From beginning to end, they thought that the person hiding in the cave was the black-faced mountain god in the shrine and relief.

There are even speculations about its identity.

Except for true immortals and rigor mortis, no living being can escape the punishment of time.

Not even a demon.

Because everything in this world is determined by the great road, the two poles of yin and yang, life and death.

The true immortals who have attained the Great Dao are completely transcendent from the cycle of life and death, so they are not disturbed by it.

As for rigor mortis, it is a dead thing.

It's just that living under the pretense of Yin evil is not a real resurrection. It is equivalent to being between Yin and Yang. As long as you escape the punishment of heaven, you can be immortal.

Judging from the stone reliefs on the previous altar.

Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Yi people used toads in the lake to worship the mountain gods.

Those weird and poisonous things.

It will definitely not be an offering to an immortal.

The only possibility left is that the one in the cave is the old rice dumpling.

Hiding in this geomantic treasure place, practicing with the energy of dragon veins.

The Yi people didn't understand the reason, so they just regarded it as the mountain god of Zhelong Mountain and worshiped it here for generations.

No matter what you think.

This explanation is impeccable and cannot be faulted.

Therefore, even the well-informed Partridge Whistle thinks so.

until……

At this moment, the golden mask flashed out of the red mist.

Although I couldn't see it clearly.

But his strong intuition told him that this thing was definitely not a rice dumpling.

Heavy breathing, scarlet blood mist, and that weird one eye.

It has nothing to do with zongzi.

He couldn't even recognize them, let alone the guys on the mountain.

brush--

The thieves stared at Hongwu, but the monster didn't even look at them.

A pair of one-eyed eyes only saw the toad.

The seemingly bloated body was actually incredibly fast. He raised his head, opened his bloody mouth, and bit into the toad like lightning.

"God..."

There were no teeth in the bloody mouth, only snake-like flesh buds squirming back and forth.

The moment it approached the toad, the pink granulation immediately split open and split into four, as if four mouths had grown at once.

Watching this scene from a distance.

The thieves felt as if they were falling into an ice cave, the cold air rushed directly to their heads, and their scalps almost exploded.

That's where the mouth is.

It's literally a door to hell.

Compared to their fear, the tied toad on the ground was even more desperate.

At this moment, I felt death approaching and struggled desperately.

It's a pity that nothing can be done.

He could only watch helplessly as the bloody mouth enveloped him.

In the blink of an eye, all the essence and blood of the calf-like toad was swallowed up, leaving only a skin like withered grass, which was thrown away by the monster.

slam-la-

He burped with satisfaction, and with his breathing, a large amount of blood mist spurted out, covering the hole again.

While it's eating the toad.

Chen Yulou didn't waste any time, and he suddenly used force to pull Kunlun up from the lake with the help of the sky-piercing rope.

"Brother Tao!"

There was no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

I caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of my eye.

Seeing this situation, how could Chen Yulou not understand?

The undead insect was obviously full of food and water and planned to return to the cave.

only……

Such a waste of effort.

After finally fishing it out, how could there be any reason to send it back?

Immediately shouted to the side.

Partridge Whistle suddenly understood.

He pulled out twenty clicks with both hands and suddenly pulled the trigger.

In an instant, there was a constant banging sound, and fire sputtered from the muzzle.

However, it did not hit the monster that everyone expected, but went straight to the few remaining toads on the bamboo raft.

Those two mirror boxes have been with him for many years.

I don’t know how many people were killed by gunfire.

He had already practiced his marksmanship to the point where he was perfect and his shots were flawless.

A burst of popping sound was heard, and blood suddenly splattered all over the toad.

Immediately, shrill screams spread in all directions.

The monster was already full, but when it heard the noise, the one eye under the golden mask immediately stared straight at the toads.

Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

An ugly and ferocious face, full of greed.

only……

It seems to be quite afraid of the big lake.

He has been reluctant to take that step.

It seemed as if the entrance of the cave beneath him was the Broken Insect Path in the Insect Valley, and he did not dare to cross the Thunder Pond even half a step.

See this scene.

Chen Yulou, who used the black mist to hide himself, couldn't help but have a flash of impatience on his face.

Not as a last resort.

He didn't want to break into the undead insect's lair.

The place was already narrow, and with its terrifying body, any slight movement was like an earth dragon turning over.

The flesh and blood bodies of those guys couldn't bear it at all.

Once you break in rashly.

It's like giving it a head.

And, most importantly, the red blood mist is extremely poisonous.

Without a gas mask, it would be extremely difficult to enter.

It was a fluke that the Poison Clearing Pill was able to avoid the white fog barrier in the Bug Valley.

The red mist is several times worse than the white mist.

"Brother Chen, do you want a few more shots?"

Sensing the restlessness between his brows, Partridge Whistle looked a little ugly and asked in a low voice.