Chapter 60 (1/2)

”It seems that I have to repair a luminous eye and other skills in the future. It seems that I have an indissoluble bond with drilling holes.”

Wei Suo some want to cry without tears, looking at the labyrinth of ground mausoleum. In the past, Weisuo didn't like to play monsters in the cave, which was likely to be unable to run out for a while. However, since he had done it with Lin Daoyi last time, then there was the shimaggot cave, and now it is the tomb of Qingfeng mausoleum, one hole connected with another.

The whole underground mausoleum is just like a city buried underground after the earthquake. Now Weisuo is standing on a broken stone step, with collapsed pillars and sculptures on both sides. Looking forward, there are many half or completely collapsed palaces under the shadow of darkness. Most of the statues erected are half cut statues and various broken stone pillars originally used to support the palace. There are also some scattered dead bones inside.

At the top of the cave, which is seven or eight feet high, there is a crack more than one person high. The mausoleum under the Qingfeng mausoleum is like a dilapidated house. There are holes everywhere. Weisuo ran to the underground mausoleum through that crack, but Weisuo's wind and cloud shoes can only make people empty. Now Wei Suo has fallen down. If you want to go out again, you have to find another way out.

Weisuo turned his head and looked at it for a while, then he said to the old man in green: ”old man, you have to watch it for me. Otherwise, if I accidentally get banned or be attacked by some monster, you may have to wait tens of thousands of years to be found out in this filthy place where birds don't poop. ”

”Stop talking nonsense and watch it for you.” The old man in green robe snorted, ”even if you're finished, you won't have to worry about it. Anyway, I don't have many years left in my life.”

Weisuo nodded his head, blinked hard, and did not dare to take out the Pearl of the night. After getting used to the darkness in front of him, he floated towards the place where the sound came.

The environment in the tomb was very bad, and Weisuo was afraid.

It's full of collapsed rocks, dark, all kinds of fork roads. If there is no good road, don't talk about it. Many of the palaces they passed were crumbling. Sometimes a dilapidated roof was slanted on half of the wall, which made Wei Suo who was worried about his bad luck and was crushed to death in it.

There is a good road to look at, walking forward, but found that is a broken bridge, the front foot is not to see the bottom of the abyss. There was no way but to turn back, so that Weisuo had to change his mark from time to time, for fear that he would get lost completely in this.

To make matters worse, after a while of walking towards the place where the previous sound was made, the sound of that place disappeared. On the contrary, in the other direction, as if very far away, the voice of someone casting a spell came out.

”Nangong Yuqing beauty, where are you, or at least give some hints.”

To be sure, Nangong Yuqing is now in the tomb, which is hundreds of miles around, and it must be within 300 li away from Weisuo, because a moment ago, Weisuo's Yufu was still shining. But this news jade Fu is a low-grade goods after all. I can only know that Nangong Yuqing is in it. At the moment, there should be nothing wrong, but there is no way to transmit redundant information.

Weisuo, who was in a bit of a dilemma, was standing in front of a narrow corridor.

The narrow corridor only allowed one person to pass by, but the top was completely cracked with a crack about the same size, stretching upward, and some weak light refracted in, which was a line of sky.

Listening to the voice from another direction, Weisuo still gnawed his teeth and walked into the narrow corridor.

After all, that place is too far away from where he is now. When the time comes, don't feel half the way, and the sound disappears again. It's useless. It's better to go to the place where you heard the sound before.

Because there was less room for maneuver in this narrow line of sky, weisojia was careful and his nerves were tight.

Suddenly, the voice of the old man in the green robe rang in his ear, ”be careful, there is a friar in front of you!”

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at the end of a line of sky is a collapsed palace building.

A stone stairway passes through the ruins, in a half collapsed Temple next to the broken stone steps. A middle-aged monk in a black cloak is ambushing in one corner, his eyes warily looking at the stone steps ahead.

The middle-aged monk had a long narrow face and triangular eyes, and his face looked a little gloomy. He had a good match with the red friar in Weisuo's burning room.

All of a sudden, without any sign, the friar suddenly felt something and turned around.

On his left not far from the ruins of a palace, Wei Suo, dressed in green, looked at him seriously.

”It's you!”

The monk in the black cloak suddenly changed his face, and a pair of black lights shot out of his hands. The pair of black lights were a magic weapon with the shape of bird's claws.”What's going on?”