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

"this!!"

This is an extremely strange scene.

It seems slow, but in fact it is completed in an instant.

By the time they came to their senses, the shadow in the water had completely solidified.

It was a giant wolf several meters tall, with thick limbs and a snow-white body.

At this moment, it stands up.

Standing in the thick fog, one could only see a pair of scarlet and eerie eyes that looked like will-o'-the-wisp lanterns, and... a low roaring and screaming sound.

Before this.

Chen Yulou has mentioned it several times.

The Crystal Mountain was transformed from a demon wolf.

The murals left by the ancestors of the Demon Kingdom deep in the ghost cave also indirectly verified this point.

This scene at the moment is undoubtedly a foregone conclusion.

Completely confirm this rumor.

only……

Since entering the Western Regions.

Along the way, they saw quite a few wolf packs.

Wolves are extremely patient and their tracks can be found in mountains, forests, snow-capped peaks, lakes and swamps, as well as in deserts.

But their sizes are generally not impressive.

Even the first wolf they encountered was the one that Poli and his team hunted.

It's no bigger than a calf.

But the one in front of him could not be overstated to be a dragon-tiger monster.

Just stand there.

It gives people a strong pressure that makes them feel breathless.

The overwhelming evil aura made the air around him seem to freeze.

"demon!"

Partridge Whistle's heart shuddered.

He traveled far and wide and encountered monsters, ghosts, spirits and evil spirits.

But no one had ever given him a more suffocating feeling than the demon wolf in front of him.

Except for demons.

He couldn't think of the second possibility.

"Old foreigner, form a formation!"

Almost subconsciously, Partridge Whistle let out a low shout.

While talking.

He had already pulled the mirror umbrella from behind him and opened it up to protect everyone.

At the same time, golden light shone through his backhand, faintly interwoven with Tantric runes.

It was the vajra that suppressed the dragon.

"Yes, senior brother."

the other side.

The old foreigner's reaction was also extremely shocking.

He took the Jiaoshe bow with his backhand and ran quickly to the left. He no longer cared about anything else. Wherever his body passed, the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

As a bow shooter.

Over the years, the three brothers and sisters have always had a clear division of labor.

Senior brother Partridge Whistle is the main attacker.

He was responsible for shooting from high places.

The flower spirit was wandering around, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

This formation is the Three Talents.

Although there were only three of them, they were able to fight their way out even when facing a group of bandits.

In the Banshan tradition, in addition to the Three Talents, there are also many other formations such as Four Symbols, Five Elements, Six Combinations, Seven Stars, Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces, and Ten Directions.

Combined with the secret technique of moving mountains.

For thousands of years, robbing tombs and breaking graves has always been successful.

However, now that Banshan has withered, there are only three of them, brothers and sisters, so the most commonly used formation is the Three Talents Formation.

but……

It is obviously more difficult now.

Because Hua Ling was too affected by the ghost curse, she was not allowed to come down. She stayed outside with Hong Girl and Hua Maguai to search the ancient city.

Only two people.

Then we can only use the Liangyi Formation!

As he ran, the old foreigner's mind flashed like lightning. When he appeared more than ten steps away, he was out of the range where the demon could easily attack and kill him.

Only then did he stop suddenly.

hum!

He raised the Jiao-shooting bow and placed it on his left shoulder.

Then he took three arrows from the quiver and put them on the string.

next moment.

The extremely heavy bow had been pulled by him into the shape of a full moon.

Only a whistling sound was heard, and the old foreigner loosened the ring. Three iron arrows tore through the night sky like meteors and headed straight for the black shadow.

boom!

The first arrow arrived in an instant.

But the demon was obviously on guard. The moment the arrow approached its body, it raised its right paw and slapped it hard.

All I heard was a loud bang.

The iron arrows were made by collecting several kinds of secret gold and mixing them with the essence and blood of dragons. Not only flesh and blood bodies, but even ordinary monsters could not resist them.

But at this moment, the iron arrow, which was carrying a terrifying force, was hit by the wolf's claws. It was visibly twisted and deformed, and sank into the ground with a bang.

The terrifying arrow force exploded.

Countless bones were blown up and smoke and dust billowed.

The moment the arrow was shot away, the other two followed.

The demon wolf was obviously enraged.

There was a cold light on his claws, and with a slight wave, an ice wall appeared out of thin air in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Bang, bang!"

Two arrows blasted towards the wall.

The iron arrow that was powerful enough to pierce through the mountain ridge and easily tear apart snake scales encountered unprecedented resistance this time, and the sharp arrowhead rubbed against the wall wildly.

But there is still little progress.

Eventually, the offensive power contained in the arrow was completely exhausted.

It only penetrated less than half an inch.

The demon wolf smiled contemptuously, stretched out its claws, and casually grasped the two arrows in its palm. It didn't seem to use any strength, but with a loud snap, it actually broke the iron arrows into two pieces.

See this situation.

The old foreigner's eyes turned red instantly.

It was as if bleeding.

On that day at Shijun Mountain, it was thanks to the Chen family's great help that we were able to find the seven kinds of secret gold we needed. We also asked Li Shuguo to help, and it took several days to forge thirteen arrows.

To him, these arrows mean his life.

One less stick is one less stick.

Therefore, after each fight, he would spare no effort to retrieve the arrows.

As soon as I have free time.

The Jiao-shooting bows and arrows would also be wiped repeatedly to ensure they were spotless.

But right now...

That damn demon actually broke two of them in one breath right in front of him.

This is tantamount to cutting his flesh.

wow——

The old foreigner felt a surge of anger rushing to his head.

The intense rage made him want to kill someone. He drew out his Miao Dao with his backhand and stared at the demon in the mist with his scarlet eyes.

"Junior brother!"

Just when he was about to be unable to suppress his emotions anymore.

A cold shout suddenly exploded in my ears.

Partridge Whistle frowned, "It's just an arrow, don't lose your mind."

It can almost be said that Hua Ling and the old foreigner were brought up by him.

In this world, no one knows this pair of brother and sister better than him.

The old foreigner was strictly disciplined by him.

Only then can you suppress the restlessness in your heart.

But the Zagrama lineage... has never been willing to submit.

From ancient times to the present, they have always been stubborn, cruel, and bleed with anger.

Otherwise, switch tribe.

Countless people have died over the past few thousand years. If they knew they were moths to a flame, they would have given up long ago. How could they continue to fight like them?

It’s because I know the old foreigner too well.

He would remind you without hesitation.

Otherwise, with that kid's stubbornness, if he is not stopped in time, even ten cows won't be able to pull him back.

boom--

Listening to that familiar voice.

The old foreigner seemed to see again the stern figure that was always present when he was taken away from the village by his senior brother many years ago and traveled the world.

Even if it's just one wrong word.

Misremembered a move.

The senior brothers will let him do it again.

Over and over again until you know it by heart.

To the extent that, for many years, whenever he heard his senior brother's voice, he would have a conditioned reflex.

The same is true now.

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and his chaotic and angry mind suddenly calmed down.

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just hold him.

As long as you don't do anything stupid, there will still be a chance to turn things around.

We have come through all the ups and downs over the years.

If you die before the ghost curse is lifted.

What a pity.

call--

He breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

Partridge Whistle no longer hesitated, holding up the mirror umbrella, and took a big step forward.

As fast as lightning.

When he was close to the demon wolf, he pointed his toes and rose up from the ground.

He has a tall stature.

In this era, it is extremely rare.

But at this moment, in the eyes of several people behind, he who jumped up was like a firefly to the bright moon compared with the demonic figure in the mist.

Even if the murderous intent is like a waterfall.

The demon wolf still had a look of disdain on its face.

Still a slap.

In its view, those who trespassed into the abode of God without permission were nothing but ants.

Feeling the shocking force above my head.

Partridge Whistle's eyes narrowed, his stern face revealing solemnity and... fearlessness.

Twist your palm.

Click click click——

It seemed as if countless mechanisms were activated in the mirror umbrella.

Countless golden rays appeared on the originally plain umbrella surface, which were reflected by the forty-nine magic mirrors.

boom!

The demon wolf slapped down fiercely with its claws.

In an instant.

Partridge Whistle felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, and his whole body was enduring an unimaginable impact, but... the umbrella that seemed like it could be torn apart with a slight pull actually blocked the blow.

Golden light shines.

The pure Taoist aura surged like a tide.

Quickly melt the evil spirit on the wolf's claws.

The wolf demon was obviously stunned.

His bloodshot, lantern-like eyes were filled with astonishment.

"It's now!"

Partridge Whistle's heart moved.

He had been waiting for this moment, this fleeting opportunity.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, just like a whale drinking water. In an instant, the energy and blood hidden in his limbs and meridians burst out, and he threw the mirror umbrella upwards.

It's like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But just a little bit will do.

The huge claw was shaken away.

The Partridge Whistle under the umbrella also soared into the sky, his body like an arrow shot from a bow, his five fingers clenched into fists, and rushed straight to the chest of the demon wolf.

The cold wind blew past my ears.

Mixed with the thick evil aura was a stench that belonged only to demons.

At this moment, he is like a moth to a flame.

One could even clearly see a hint of mockery on the wolf's ugly and ferocious face.

But so what?

Partridge Whistle still gritted his teeth and did not take a single step back.

But... just before crashing into the demon wolf.

He suddenly released his tightly clenched fist, and then... a blazing golden light burst out, like a huge sun blooming.

Look at it intently.

Those golden lights were actually countless Tantric scriptures reflected in the void.

And the sun is in the sky.

It is a vajra that is no more than half a foot long.

Completely different from common weapons.

The vajra and statue are Confucian ritual objects.

However, the statues engraved all over the body are not of Confucian sages, but of ancient Buddhist figures.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and looked like a furious Vajra.

Everyone put their hands together.

At this moment, everyone seemed to wake up.

Feeling those gazes, the demon wolf finally realized that the disdain, indifference, mockery and contempt in their eyes disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by anger, irritability and fear.

From that breath.

It felt a strong sense of discomfort and threat.

puff--

Changing his fist into a palm, Partridge Whistle held the vajra in his hand and stabbed it hard into the wolf's belly.

But it is completely different from the old foreigner's shooting with a bow.

This time, the vajra, which seemed to have no sharp edges at all, pierced through the wolf's fur, bones, and flesh without any hindrance.

As casual as cutting paper.

"Roar--"

The intense pain finally made it react.

He opened his bloody mouth and let out a roar.

A pair of sharp claws swung towards Partridge Whistle wildly.

Judging from the situation, it is clear that he wants to tear him into pieces and beat him into a paste to relieve his hatred.

"Pity……"

See this situation.

Partridge Whistle's eyes couldn't help but dim slightly.

If he could be given a little more time, he would be 70% sure that he could pierce the vajra into the wolf's heart.

Unfortunately, the latter did not intend to give him a chance.

Feeling the fishy wind blowing in his face, Partridge Whistle's heart trembled. Without any hesitation, he grasped the vajra and retreated violently backwards.

The wolf's claws missed.

But the pain did not lessen at all.

Even the remaining golden light on the wound suppressed its evil spirit and prevented it from repairing its wound.

The scarlet blood quickly dyed its white fur red.

Tick-tick, it falls on the ground.

The sound was not loud, but it was undoubtedly like muffled thunder in the silent ghost cave.

And accompanied by the roar of the demon wolf.

Partridge Whistle also landed safely.

The eyes of several people who were originally concerned about his safety all lit up when they saw this situation.

"Yang Kui Shou is mighty."

"That's great... Demons aren't immortal, they can still be injured and die."

"Brother, are you okay?"

Partridge Whistle shook his head, his face looking slightly pale in the night.

This is also expected.

Although it was a surprise attack and he had the advantage of being behind, the demon was after all a demon guarding the snake god. It was extremely difficult to escape unscathed, not to mention that he also injured the demon.

Such a record is enough to be proud of.

"Brother Chen, I have already thrown the bricks, and I will have to rely on you from now on."

Endure the discomfort.

There was no complacency on Partridge Whistle's face, but rather a hint of self-blame.

A full-strength attack that almost exhausted all the energy and blood.

But it can't be accomplished.

For him, who has always been proud, this is really unacceptable.

"It's good enough to hurt it."

"Brother Dao, just take a rest and try your best to recover. Leave it to us."

Seeing the sadness in his eyes, Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.

He walked up and patted his shoulder.

At the same time, he handed over a medicinal pill.

It turned out to be the one he used for meditation and recovery when he came down earlier.

Even through the jade box, one could smell a strong medicinal aroma and abundant spiritual energy.

Judging from the green light flowing on the medicinal pill.

It is clearly made from the fleshy wormwood grown in Zhalong Mountain.

"it is good."

The danger is imminent.

Partridge Whistle didn't dare to be pretentious and refuse.

He knew very well that the demon wolf was just a vanguard, and the biggest threat was the snake god who never revealed his true form.

There were only five of them.

If he gets injured, all the pressure will be on Chen Yulou alone.

This was a scene he didn't want to see at all.

He tilted his head back and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Partridge Whistle walked straight to the side, sat cross-legged, and activated the Xuan Dao Foundation Building Technique, constantly refining the medicinal power to replenish the spiritual power and blood that were almost exhausted.

"Old foreigner brothers, can you still fight?"

Noticing his actions, Chen Yulou put away his distracting thoughts, glanced at the old foreigner holding a dragon-shooting bow not far away and said softly.

"Don't worry, Manager Chen."

"I can still draw the bow and kill monsters!"

Meeting his gaze, the old foreigner felt his blood boiling. He slapped his chest heavily and spoke loudly.

"Okay, then please ask the old foreigner brother to block the demon's path with the big bow."

"Yes."

"Brother Yang Fang?"

"Here I am, Shopkeeper Chen."

"Sweep the surroundings and wait for an opportunity."

"Okay, don't worry."

After a few orders were given, Yang Fang and the old foreigner quickly withdrew and each returned to their respective duties.

Finally, Chen Yulou looked deeply at Kunlun who was holding the halberd.

"Kunlun, the heavy armor of the day can be used today!"

It seemed as if he had anticipated the shopkeeper's plan.

Kunlun did not say anything, but just stuck the halberd in his hand into the ground beside him, and then took off the backpack behind him.

Hands shake.

slam-la-

next moment.

There was a loud sound of metal, stone and iron leaves clashing.

What appeared in his hand was a heavy armor made of countless dragon scales, demon tendons, and secret gold...!