I Qinghuan gl

More and more blood flowed from the corner of Nan Yang's lips, and the blood on his chin was criss-crossed, staining a large area of ​​snow-white clothes red.Junqiao put her arms around her helplessly, and kept calling her name: "Nan Yang... Nan Yang... What's wrong with you... Nan Yang. Nan..."

Nan Yang struggled to strengthen his spirit, endured the severe pain from poisoning in his viscera, squinted his eyes and stared at the dense snakes behind Junqiao like water, and groped the ground with trembling hands to find the fallen Luoshuang.

"After...after..." She opened her mouth with difficulty, her words were not clear, but more blood gushed out of her mouth.

Junqiao opened his eyes wide, turned his head abruptly, and backed away in a flash when he was startled by the group of snakes that were close at hand.

Nan Yang touched Luoshuang, raised his sword Luo, and cut off the two snakes approaching Junqiao neatly, then used the sword blade to pestle the ground as a crutch to prop up half of his body, almost half crawling and half dragging close to the ground wind and rain lamp.

Jun Qiao stared blankly at Nanyang, then at Wuming who was almost submerged by the snakes, finally came to his senses, took out the last few traps in his pocket and threw them around Nanyang to protect her from being caught by the snakes for the time being. intrusion.Then she picked up the long sword and slashed at the snake approaching the ground indiscriminately, panting nervously.

After Nan Yang got the Fengyu Lantern, he threw down the inner force that was not circulating much in his body, and all the outer covers of the Fengyu Lantern were broken.With difficulty, she picked up the oil in the remnant lamp, her eyes tightened, and she swiped it out precisely with the strength of her wrist.

The lamp oil spread out in a semi-arc around her and Junqiao, and was immediately ignited by the original fire inside the lamp, instantly forming a fan-shaped wall of fire that was not high but strong enough to resist the snakes.After Junqiao killed a few small snakes that broke into the fire circle, he backed up a few steps weakly, and put his back against the three-foot-thick trap wall behind him.

Terrible bloodstains were scattered all over Nan Yang's body, especially when she was still wearing plain white clothes, which made the bright red stand out even more.She lowered her head and covered her mouth with a muffled cough, more and more blood spilled from her fingers and dripped on the ground.

"Nan Yang..." Jun Qiao hurriedly stepped to Nan Yang's side and held her shoulder, "What's wrong with you? Why... have you been poisoned by something?"

"...Don't tell, don't tell Qinghuan." Nan Yang's pale fingers grabbed Junqiao's arm, and looked at her earnestly, "You...you should be able to see...don't tell her, don't Tell her...I beg you...please..."

There was a sharp pain in Junqiao's heart, and he blurted out, "Is it Netherworld Gu? Is it Netherworld Gu in you?"

Nan Yang's eyebrows twisted in pain, her hand clasped her belly tightly like an inlay, and the other hand seemed to use all her strength to grab Junqiao's arm tightly, the huge pain It had already made her a little fuzzy, and her body was also convulsing slightly, but she still murmured inarticulately: "Don't...don't tell her..."

"Nan Yang!" Junqiao's throat felt sour, and he watched Nan Yang's strength disappear little by little.Her eyes were blurred by something, and she seemed to see her father lying on the bed in front of her, the last time he suffered from poison, she just watched like that, watching him die in pain.

Death from pain, what a cruel way to die.It is better to give him a sharp knife, than to suffer from frequent poisoning and die in pain that makes people die.

Why...why did Nan Yang suffer from this kind of poison?

Wuming struggled to get close to the fire source among the snakes, escaped from the snakes with the power of the fire, and staggered into the fire circle.Afraid of the power of the fire, the snakes all hissed and spit out the letter outside the circle of fire, but refused to leave, just crawling back and forth.

The gnawed skin on Wuming's body slightly lifted, revealing the wooden body underneath.But fortunately, he doesn't feel pain, and he will bite if the snake bites him. As long as he doesn't fall apart, he can keep moving.

He glanced at the gradually shrinking circle of flames, and said to Junqiao: "Guzhu—the remaining lamp oil is expected to last for about a quarter of an hour. Suggestion—immediately think of another way out."

One quarter of an hour?

Jun Qiao put his arms around the cold Nan Yang, gritted his teeth, and asked Wuming: "Do you have any medicine on you? Any medicine will do! I can't... I can't just watch her like this and do nothing."

Wuming squatted down beside her, put his fingers lightly on Nan Yang's wrist, and after a while, said mechanically: "The poison of the underworld - there is no cure."

"Then when will she wake up?" Jun Qiao sniffed hard, and Nan Yang's blood was all over her body, and the two of them looked embarrassed.

"The subordinates don't know—but it is estimated that it will not be less than half an hour—"

A quarter of an hour... half an hour...

"Should you still have a hook lock on you?" Junqiao asked hastily, looking at the smaller and smaller tongues of fire and the swarm of snakes poking around.

"Returning to the Valley Master—the subordinates will take it."

"This group of snakes should be guided by something in the mechanism, and they will only keep approaching the mechanism wall. Now you go through the snake group and quickly find the next corner, then fix the eagle hook lock on the corner wall, and pull the other end Come back quickly, hurry up!"

Wuming clasped his fists, turned around and quickly ran towards the darkness in front of the tomb passage, completely ignoring the many little snakes entangled around him.

Jun Qiao rubbed his eyes vigorously, took off his robe, and helped the unconscious Nan Yang onto his back.Then he used his robe to circle himself and Nan Yang twice, and tied a knot firmly.

She held her long sword in one hand and Nan Yang's Luoshuang in the other, her face was scattered with Nan Yang's blood.Nan Yang's chin rested unconsciously on her shoulder, staining the clothes on her shoulders with a large hot blood stain.

As the lamp oil was consumed, the tongue of flames gradually decreased a lot, and some bold snakes in the front went directly through the fire circle and jumped at them with their mouths open.Junqiao used both swords together, almost frantically killing the approaching snakes.Time passed little by little, and Wuming who disappeared into the darkness never came back, and even the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard.

More and more snakes jumped over the weakened fire wall, baring their fangs ferociously and attacking the two women who were forced to retreat.Junqiao leaned against the corner, protecting Nanyang tightly behind her back. When the snake that slipped through the net that she had no time to kill was about to pounce on Nanyang, she turned sideways and blocked the snake's fangs with her shoulder.

"Ah..." Junqiao felt a numb pain coming from the place where the snake bit her. While she was slacking off, several other snakes bit her knee hard.

With a low moan, she knelt down uncontrollably.Nan Yang's drooping head was on the side of her face, and the fallen hair stirred her skin, and she could even feel the light breath exhaled from Nan Yang's straight nose.I really didn't expect...the time when I was closest to her was when I was about to die.

Junqiao laughed at himself, closed his eyes simply, and no longer swung the two swords in his hand to resist.

"Zheng-"

The forceful sound of an iron chain hooking into the wall suddenly exploded in my ears.

Junqiao opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Wuming rushing back at this time, and there were still a few snakes wrapped around him that he hadn't had time to take off.Wuming pulled the eagle hook lock hard, and after confirming that it was strong, he hurriedly supported Junqiao, and supported Junqiao and Nanyang behind her with one hand like an explosion.Junqiao immediately grabbed the rope hooked on the tomb passage, and the moment Wuming let go, because of the weight of Nan Yang behind him, she fell down hard, making her almost let go.

The weight of the two of them made Junqiao, who was already exhausted, a little unbearable.She bit her lip in pain, and the snakebite on her shoulder was itching unbearably, but she couldn't let go.As soon as you let go, there is a mountain of snakes below, and if you fall, you really have no chance to survive.

"Master Shaogu—please move forward as soon as possible. It is estimated that there are still two quarters of an hour before the eagle hook lock can bear the weight of two people—" Wuming stood with his back against the wall of the mechanism, pressing his hands tightly on the eagle hook, and tried his best to help them Buy a little more time.

"Wuming... don't stand there, get on the rope!"

"No one controls the iron hook, plus the rope bears the weight of three people - the time will be shortened to less than a quarter of an hour, and the snakes will also take the opportunity to climb the rope - no one ordered - take good care of - the owner of the valley." In the peripheral vision of the bridge, Wuming stumbled and talked mechanically. His body was covered with snakes of all sizes, and those snakes gnawed on his body recklessly.I don't know which snake bit off the lead wire at Wuji's joint, his neck was suddenly cut in half, and he slanted to one side with a click.

"No name!!" Junqiao weakly called out his name again.

"Valley Master—I suggest that you immediately climb to the next corner—the remaining time, a quarter and a half—" Wuming's voice remained unsteady, one of his feet was gnawed into sawdust by the snakes, and the skin on his body and some The mechanism bones are also constantly falling down.

Junqiao's eyes suddenly became sore, and tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes and flowed into her temple hair.

"Wuji commanded - Wuji commanded - take care - the owner of the valley - Wuji -" Wuming suddenly tried to adjust his facial expression, let the corners of his mouth rise as much as possible, and the face that lost one eyeball was long stitched by Junqiao A horrible scar with a funny bow at the end, "Valley Master - let's -"

Junqiao didn't look back anymore, her hands holding the rope were already worn out.Time is running out, surviving, letting her survive is more important than anything else.

Junqiao clenched his teeth tightly, feeling the smell of blood in his mouth.Using what little internal energy she had left in her body, she climbed the rope as fast as she could.

The nameless voice behind him gradually became smaller and hoarse, but he could still vaguely hear that he was constantly telling the time for Junqiao——

"Remaining time - quarter of an hour and two minutes..."

"The remaining time—heck—less than a quarter of an hour, I suggest that the owner of the valley should speed up——"

"Remaining—click."

Junqiao didn't dare to look back at Wuming, she didn't know what kind of fragmented and terrifying picture she would see.

"Nan Yang, Nan Yang, you must not die. Your apprentice is still waiting for you! You must not die, all things, all poisons, we must have a solution, there must be a solution..." Junqiao couldn't help She kept talking, but she was actually very scared, terribly scared.Now she is really alone, and no one can help her.

Climb faster and faster.

Wuming looked at Junqiao and Nanyang who were gradually disappearing into the darkness, his body had been eroded by the snakes.With the last of his strength, he raised his only remaining arm and thrust the arm bone straight into his other eye.

"boom--!!!"

The eyeballs were detonated by himself.In an instant, accompanied by a huge explosion, his body was completely crushed.At the same time, a considerable number of snakes were also killed.The group of snakes was ignited by the explosion, and the snakes twisted and struggled on the ground, and a bright sea of ​​flames suddenly ignited in front of the trap wall.