I rely on the map to guide Xueba

In the crimson sky, black clouds rolled in from the sky like huge waves, and the sky was uncertain for a while. Wei Junxing held the folding fan in his hand and looked at the long bluestone corridor in front of him.

He changed into a blue sweatshirt, stood on the bluestone brick, and stared sharply at the general in black armor on a bay red horse who was slowly approaching from the other side of the corridor.

The horse's hooves knocked on the bluestone and made a crisp clacking sound, echoing in the surrounding open world.

Wei Junxing knew that the surroundings looked vast, the clouds were dark and the sky was high, but he was still within the mound of Wei Linggong's tomb. Everything was an illusion, both true and false.

General Hei Jia quickly walked in front of Wei Junxing, the slender donkey face reflected under the black helmet, with no expression, only indifference.

He raised the long knife with both hands, and the shining long knife was wrapped in lightning, and quickly came to Wei Junxing.

Wei Junxing waved his fan to block, the general in black on a red horse and black armor pulled up his mouth contemptuously, and exerted force on his wrist, the bamboo fan skeleton stabbed and cut off from two-thirds of the angled sides.

After coming to the dreamland for so long, the fan has also fought with him countless times, but this time it was cut off like this.

There was a thunderclap from the sky, and the sky covered with dark clouds turned black, as if two-thirds of the sky had been chopped off by a long knife.

Wei Junxing turned around and ran quickly, not daring to be reckless, at this moment he had no other way to deal with it except to run away.

The fan unfolded with the wind in his hand, leaving only two black ink marks, "Hang it up?"

Wei Junxing was shocked, this is the sky is going to kill him, even the fan is laughing at him,

"It's over, I really want to hang up!"

The other three characters cut off from the folding fan, "Brother, brother, buy", are flying above the head with the strong wind, like a wide-mouthed laughing word.

Wei Junxing pinched his fan and ran, cursing harshly on the outside and on the inside,

"Hey, you dead man who doesn't talk too much, didn't you say that you can leave here if you win five cloths. Everyone obviously won, but you backtracked."

He only heard the clattering of horseshoes behind him, and Wei Linggong's furious roar wrapped in the wind,

"Little boy, are you ashamed to say that you won the cloth you got from a petty thief? This general hates treacherous people the most in my life, you..."

He pointed his long knife at the back of Wei Junxing's head,

"You actually did such a despicable and shameless thing. If you don't beheaded today, you will become a serious disaster in the future. You will be reviled by future generations and pollute my Wei family."

"Damn, what era is it? We still have the style of the Wei family. Our family has all kinds of winds, but there is no style."

He only slipped this sentence, when he heard the sound of the wind behind his ears, the blade with a sweeping blade struck towards his right ear, he tilted his head in panic, a strand of hair was cut off by the long knife , blown to the front.

Wei Junxing was so frightened that he stopped and rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the knife, but his body was not stable, and the long knife came again in an instant, and it was too late for Wei Junxing to hide, so he quickly gathered the spiritual light in his hand to break the fan, intending to Resist this trick.

"Grandma, if the young master dies here, I will let you Zhang Heguang live in peace."

The air froze for a moment, and the frayed fan that was blown by the wind hadn't touched the edge of the blade. There was a bang, red light flashed, and silver light burst. A long spear touched the blade of the black-armored general.

Wei Junxing grabbed the folding fan with one-third left, got up from the ground in shock, let out a long sigh,

"Xueba, if you come half a step late, the young master's life will be gone."

He Jingshuo turned his face and glanced down with concern, the rhubarb under his crotch also glanced at Wei Junxing thoughtfully,

"It takes time for Rhubarb to transform, and I am helpless."

But it really came at the right time, Wei Junxing nodded gratefully to He Jingshuo, and his eyes fell on the big yellow that He Jingshuo was riding.

In the past, Rhubarb could only transform at night, but looking at the current sky, I really can't tell whether it is night or day, and I don't know how he became like this.

They discussed for a long time last night, and Da Huang took over this drudgery without knowing why. It was obvious that Da Huang had torn face with his boss.

At this time, Rhubarb's drooping ears and fluffy and high curly tail were also dragging on the ground, which did not match He Jingshuo who was dressed in silver armor like a God of War at all.

"It's a bit too much to ask a local dog to pretend to be a good horse!"

Rhubarb was already barking, with a pair of shiny dog ​​eyes, and blinked instantly to show that he agreed. Similarly, he was even more afraid.

Can you not be afraid?Wei Linggong is the master of their place, he is so openly opposed to Wei Linggong, it is still unknown whether his soul can be saved in the future.

What Wei Junxing was more worried about was that if he was not careful, Rhubarb would show his true colors, let alone beating Wei Linggong, even beating a dog would lose his momentum.

Seeing He Jingshuo rushing forward with his gun, Wei Linggong pulled back the long knife and struck it down again. He Jingshuo raised his gun to meet him, and the two fought together.

Wei Junxing stared, waved the folding fan in his hand, and said cruelly in his heart,

"Master, I will fight with you today."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged, chanting words, the yellow light above his head quickly gathered,

"Use my power, exchange your power, blessing."

I saw a sharp yellow light flying from Wei Junxing's fingertips to Rhubarb. Rhubarb's body trembled, his mane stood upright, it seemed to grow a few feet in an instant, and he flew towards Wei Linggong.

When the sword and gun collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the bang, bang, and roar shook He Jingshuo's hands and feet. Wei Junxing gave all his strength to him and Rhubarb, hoping that he could block Wei Linggong for a while.

Wei Junxing put his hands on the ground, stood up staggeringly, Zhuo Hun rushed up with his classmates behind him, supported him, and asked inarticulately,

"Ah... okay, what should we do now?"

The expression on Wei Junxing's face was distorted, there was a layer of gloom between the originally handsome brows and eyes,

"What else, quickly find the donation box and get out of here!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed straight to the tomb door, and the classmates behind him glanced at each other before rushing to the tomb door.

Wei Junxing rushed to the tomb door first. The bluestone tomb door had to be looked up to see the top, which was about the same height as the hall where they fought the weasel before.

Maybe this door leads directly to that hall.

He looked up in front of the door for a while, and saw that the bluestone gate was perfectly fitted, except for two copper animal rings on the left and right sides of the middle, but with his current height, he couldn't even reach the ring, let alone the ring. Not to mention that the stone gate is so tall, how to push it open is really a problem.

And how long can He Jingshuo and Da Huang last?He didn't even count.

"Zhuohun, come here."

He looked at the copper beast ring without looking back, and called Zhuo Hun.

Standing behind, Zhuo Hun walked tremblingly to Wei Junxing's side. He kept looking back, and heard the sound of swords and guns colliding, which hit his heart directly.

"Ah... Ah Xing, what's wrong?"

"You squat down, I will stand on your shoulders, and go up to have a look."