You said you were good at archaeology, but your tattoo of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin has be

To his surprise, this ancient black gold sword that could cut through iron like mud was completely useless, and the ice spread along the tip of the sword.

Wang Kaixuan howled like a pig before his mouth was frozen.

"Master Huo! Fatty, I'm going to die here today! When you go out, remember to burn paper for me every day! Master Huo! Remember to take good care of Old Hu!"

Huo Jilin's face was full of black lines.

What's the feeling of entrusting someone to someone before dying?

Shirley Yang frowned: "Fatty! What are you talking about! Stop talking so depressing!"

Hu Bayi was embarrassed and worried: "Don't talk nonsense, we still have to eat shabu-shabu when we go back."

Huo Jilin raised his hand, and a ball of flame shot out from his palm, quickly wrapping Wang Kaixuan.

Divine fire is divine fire, and it melted the ice on Wang Kaixuan's body in a few seconds.

After the ice on Wang Kaixuan melted, Huo Jilin immediately turned around and fought with the prophet.

The fire of the prophet was immediately extinguished by Yinglong as soon as it was swung out, and the ice of the prophet did not even have a chance to land.

The ground was full of ice and fire, and there were gunshots from time to time.

The prophet and the saint always did everything they could to bring the two together.

Huo Jilin also found that the closer the two were, the stronger their fighting power.

The two dragons and one person fought with the prophet for a long time, but the prophet was eventually defeated and fell one after another.

Seeing the prophet fall to the ground, Huo Jilin immediately drew out his knife and stabbed the prophet at the fastest speed.

The saint supported the ground with his hands and muttered something.

"Stop being injured! Ghosts and demons listen to the chapter! Resurrect the soul! The corpse stands in the border!"

After the saint finished chanting the spell, Huo Jilin immediately heard the creaking sound of bones rubbing in his ears.

"Mr. Huo! Be careful!"

Shirley Yang shouted, her voice trembling as if she had seen something terrible.

Huo Jilin ignored the person behind him and rushed forward with his long sword, wanting to end the battle quickly.

The next second, the black gold ancient sword pierced Chen Jiuren's chest.

Huo Jilin was stunned, looking at Chen Jiuren, who had turned into a corpse and stood in front of the sage.

All the veins in his body were bulging, and the face that was bitten by Satipeng was blue, as if covered with moss. Only the whites of his eyes were left, looking extremely terrifying.

Huo Jilin cut off Chen Jiuren's head without hesitation.

Shirley Yang didn't want to look anymore, so she turned around and covered her face.

Hu Bayi sighed: "Ms. Shirley Yang, they are no longer our partners, they have died long ago."

"It's... it's me... it's me who killed them."

Shirley Yang sobbed.

Wang Kaixuan waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, what's the point of saying this now! Stop crying!"

The lips of the prophet were still opening and closing, and Ye Yixin and Chu Jian moved very quickly, jumping up and hugging Huo Jilin's shoulders.

Ye Yixin opened his mouth to bite, but Huo Jilin exerted a little force on his back and shook Ye Yixin and Chu Jian away.

Ye Yixin and Chu Jian were shaken against the stone wall, making a shallow groove on the stone wall, and then fell to the ground.

"Ouch." Wang Kaixuan's facial features were distorted, "It's so miserable."

Hu Bayi's face was full of worry, pointing the gun at the prophet, but he was afraid that the bullet would hurt Huo Jilin.

Huo Jilin turned around and wanted to kill the prophet first, but found that Chen Jiuren's head, which he had just cut off, was back on his neck.

Chen Jiuren suddenly pounced and waved his claws at Huo Jilin.

Huo Jilin turned around, and Ye Yixin and Chu Jian also climbed up behind him, running very fast with twisted postures.

Huo Jilin took back Nezha Yinglong, one ran towards Chen Jiuren, and the other stopped Ye Yixin and Chu Jian.

Without Yinglong and Nezha's restraint, the prophet and sage quickly climbed up.

The two interlocked their fingers. As they flew up in the air, a mist barrier that could be seen by the naked eye enveloped the two of them.

The two never stopped talking, and the faster they chanted, the stronger Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren on the ground became.

"Bang!"

Hu Bayi couldn't bear it and shot Chen Jiuren.

The bullet passed through Chen Jiuren's temple, splashing blood on the wall.

But Chen Jiuren just tilted his head and continued to tangle with Yinglong.

"It's useless... It's useless... We're going to die here..."

Shirley Yang squatted in the corner, holding her head with both hands, looking very scared.

Wang Kaixuan was impatient: "Mr. Yang! Can you always think about dying? God is so good! You must live well! Go back and pay us wages!"

After talking about Shirley Yang, Wang Kaixuan looked at Huo Jilin, whose forehead was sweating, with a face full of worry.

"Old Hu, let's go down to help Master Huo!"

Hu Bayi shook his head: "Fatty, calm down, these two guys can use magic, and we will only cause trouble for Brother Huo if we go down."

"Oh! Old Hu! I'm so anxious! "

Wang Kaixuan clenched his fists and hit the stone wall from time to time.

Underground, Yinglong Nezha entangled Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren. Huo Jilin raised his knife and stepped onto the stone wall, swinging his knife at the prophet and sage protected by the mist barrier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Huo Jilin gathered all his strength and slashed three times on the barrier, making three deafening sounds.

The barrier was cut into a gap by Huo Jilin, but it was immediately restored.

"Damn it!"

Huo Jilin cursed inwardly.

"Chuck chuckle. "

A shrill laugh came, and Huo Jilin looked up and saw that the laugh came from the prophet.

The two mummies grinned, looking treacherous and funny.

Feeling the ridicule of the prophet, Huo Jilin felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Furious, Yinglong Nezha may have also sensed the anger of his master, and his fighting power suddenly increased, and he twisted Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren into paper-thin pieces.

Huo Jilin chased Yinglong Nezha back, and the two dragons were entangled on himself, and he was about to attack the prophet in the air.

The prophet sensed the danger, made a weird posture together, and chanted a witch spell.

The cave began to crumble, and stones began to fall off, smashing all over the ground.

Wang Kaixuan was unable to dodge, and a huge stone fell at his feet, shaking him down.

"Ouch! "

A scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the cave.

Huo Jilin just felt something was wrong.

This cave is only this big, how dare this prophet and sage protect himself in this way?

Huo Jilin looked up at the top of the cave, and this glance really answered his doubts.

This stone has been falling for a minute or two. If it was really falling, it would have shaken out the exit long ago.

"Don't worry, this is an illusion."

Huo Jilin reminded Wang Kaixuan, Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang and others.

Yinglong and Hun Tian Ling instantly wrapped up the prophet and sage. Huo Jilin stood firm in the air with his feet on the black gold ancient knife and exerted force with both hands.

Yinglong wrapped tighter and tighter. Nezha used the wind and fire wheels as a weapon in the air, kicking the mist barrier of the prophet and sage non-stop, and from time to time, there was a harsh metal friction sound, which was so harsh that it made people feel creepy.