Chapter 799 (1/2)

The group did not know how long they had been walking. Rao, the xuanists who practiced martial arts all the year round, could feel their legs tired.

This deep tunnel has finally had some changes.

The further you go, the narrower the tunnel ahead.

From the original six or seven people walking side by side, gradually moved back one by one, and finally turned into night Qingluo walking in the front, forming a straight line one by one.

The night clear falls the heart which hangs, also slightly sinks.

Just according to the growth direction of green vines, night Qingluo determined the direction leading to the bottom of the tomb.

After walking for such a long time, she began to doubt her own judgment.

Finally, she saw the change of the road shape, which proved that she was right in the direction.

This kind of narrow road took about a stick of incense. There was a stone wall ahead, and there was no other way.

Night Qingluo stood in front of the stone wall and was looking at the stone wall. Behind him came a girl's voice: ”Hello! Will you lead the way! This is a dead end

Along the way, Nangong Lin can't bear the anger in her heart.

At this time, he saw that night Qingluo had a way to die, and suddenly his disgust at the bottom of his heart gushed out: ”the small mercenary Corps is the small mercenary corps, and I have no insight at all! This road is so chic and unrestrained that I really think you have confirmed that this is the exit! ”

”You dare to choose your own way in the tomb. It's a dead end. It's OK. If you encounter other mechanism arrays and hurt us, you are the culprit!”

Nangong feiran was worried that Nangong Lin would be afraid all the way. She taught her some common sense of going out and practicing in a low voice while walking.

Nangong Lin is also smart. After writing down these things, she can now beat her face hard.

Night Qingluo simply ignored Nangong Lin's clamor. Her eyes were still staring at the stone wall, and her half squinting eyes showed some seriousness.

Seeing that the night was clear and silent, Nangong Lin was more and more proud, and her voice was a little higher: ”the garbage of tiantiantuan, if you want to leave the tomb alive, you'd better follow my brother! I'm afraid you will not be able to leave in another 500 years with your empty airs