☆、Chapter 61 Singles Day one more

Seeing that Shen Qingqiu was about to leave with Luo Binghe half-drag and half-carried, the old palace master cried out "Aah", because of urgency, he fell from the car, his limbless body twisted with difficulty among the flowers and plants on the ground , crawling forward, looking both terrifying and pitiful.

The old palace master murmured, "Don't go...don't go...don't go..." Shen Qingqiu's feet slipped faster and faster. Unexpectedly, the old palace master suddenly opened his eyes and roared from the bottom of his throat.

He actually tried desperately to attack!

Shen Qingqiu couldn't figure out whether he didn't want to let them go or whether he didn't want Luo Binghe to live. He barely blocked it once with the cracked scabbard, his right hand was shaken, and the blood sprout that had sprung up was affected. Under the severe pain, his blood surged, and he suddenly looked at the old palace master with murderousness in his eyes.

The old palace lord roared once just now, and a lot of granulation sprouts burst out, and some even grew out of the corners of the eyes. He didn't seem to feel the pain anymore, he laughed wildly, rolled over on the ground a few times, rolled beside Qiu Haitang like a piece of pork, and shouted into her ear, "Aren't you going to kill Shen Qingqiu? He is right there with you. What are you sleeping in?! Get up, kill him! Kill them all!"

He is really crazy!

Qiu Haitang woke up after being shouted, and when she opened her eyes, she was an old face with withered orange peel. It was still full of foreign objects, and the blood holes were dense. On the spot, she lost her soul and screamed hysterically. She drew her sword and slashed into the air. Shen Qingqiu was afraid that she would stir up her spiritual power and attract the seeds of love to her body, so she shouted, "Calm down!"

The old palace master shouted strangely: "Quick! Quick! Haven't you been begging me for help? Now he can't hold it anymore, hurry up!"

Qiu Haitang looked into Shen Qingqiu's eyes, and she seemed to have recovered a little, her hands trembling and her eyes straightening.

In all fairness, Shen Qingqiu didn't have any hatred for this woman, speaking of which she was still the owner of the original product. But if she had to get in the way here, he would have to do it.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Haitang did not kill him indiscriminately as before, but stared blankly at Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe in his arms. Instead of advancing, he took a few steps back.

Her lips were trembling: "No way... No way... Fake! It's all fake! Not my brother. Not my brother!"

what happened?

She cried and cried, "I didn't do anything, why should I suffer for so many years?!"

Shen Qingqiu was stunned. Qiu Haitang was only in a coma for a short while, and when he woke up, why did it seem like a different person? Or, as if seeing something unacceptable and being frightened insane.

Shen Qingqiu knew something was wrong, and said solemnly, "Don't move around."

The old palace master shouted, "What are you waiting for?!"

Qiu Haitang lost her mind, holding her head and screaming at Shen Qingqiu, "Why didn't you kill me. Why didn't you kill me?!"

Shen Qingqiu was confused when he was called, and Qiu Haitang ran away. He shouted from behind: "Hey!"

Running around in the Holy Tomb, you will end up dead!

But Ren has already run away, and he doesn't have the spare time to chase after him. Shen Qingqiu gave her a wax in his heart and moved on.

When the old palace master saw her running away, the last glimmer of hope disappeared, she lay on the ground in a daze, and suddenly buried her head in a bite of a blade of grass, laughing uncontrollably. Smiling and laughing, the granulation on his head grew denser and faster, covering his entire head in an instant. After a while, he couldn't laugh anymore, and Shen Qingqiu seemed to hear the abnormal sound of the skull and brain being squeezed. The old palace lord took a few breaths and put his head heavily on the ground, unable to lift it up again.

It is truly embarrassing for a generation of Sect Master to die in such a tragic and ugly way.

Shen Qingqiu didn't take a few steps when an empty voice sounded in his ears, it seemed to be coming from all directions. Tianlang-Jun said with a smile, "Peak Lord Shen is really good at playing hide-and-seek. Why don't we guess, when will we meet again?"

Shen Qingqiu touched his leg and felt a foreign object in his hand, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Qingsi has grown to the legs along the bloodline.

Tianlang-Jun said again through voice transmission, "Going all the way east, do you want to return to the entrance to the broken world and escape from the Holy Tomb?"

This fellow actually knew where he was. Shen Qingqiu was secretly startled, and looked down at his legs.

Once the love silk on the legs takes root, you will not be able to leave if you want to. He gritted his teeth, glanced at Luo Binghe, slammed his heart, tore the hem, grabbed a blood sprout, and tore it violently!

There seemed to be a blank space for dozens of seconds in his mind. It looks like a whole piece of flesh has been torn off.

Shen Qingqiu took a few breaths in a row, and gradually woke up, only then did he realize that the sound of his breathing sounded like he was choking.

He can't even wipe his face now. no way. Really...it hurts too much!

Although the blood flowed into a river, at least he was able to walk. He thought Luo Binghe looked miserable just now, but who would have expected him to look miserable now.

Tianlang-Jun knew where he was, so he must be coming here. If he continued to walk eastward with Luo Binghe, he would definitely run into his two good relatives head-on. Damn, the old palace lord really killed someone, and he was dragged into this way!

Shen Qingqiu walked out of this wild forest-like tomb hall and passed several tomb chambers. He quickly went in and picked up a fairly clean and comfortable sarcophagus, protected Luo Binghe's head, and carefully placed him inside. When the back of his hand tried his forehead, it was still hot, but the mark between his eyebrows became brighter and redder.

Shen Qingqiu pressed the Heart Demon Sword under Luo Binghe's hands, and after calming down, he slowly closed the lid of the coffin.

Tianlang-Jun walked unhurriedly ahead, followed by Zhuzhi-Lang.

As soon as the stone path turned around, Shen Qingqiu was holding the Xiu Ya sword, standing in the center of a tomb hall, staring at them coldly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Half of his Tsing Yi was dyed crimson, and the blood on his right hand slid down the dry traces, and his lips were almost as white as his face.

Tianlang-Jun was astonished: "It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, why did Peak Lord Shen become so embarrassed."

Shen Qingqiu looked back at him. He was clearly swallowed by the lava fire pillar in the Hall of Wrath, but now Tianlang-Jun could not even smell the scent of roasted Ganoderma lucidum, at most the black clothes were slightly burnt to the edge, which was really outrageous.

Tianlang-Jun asked, "Where's Peak Master Shen's beloved disciple?"

Shen Qingqiu said, "Go out."

Tianlang-Jun smiled: "Shen Fengzhu is still here, how could he possibly go out?"

Shen Qingqiu also smiled at him.

After laughing and laughing like this, Tianlang-Jun suddenly couldn't laugh anymore. Because he found that he couldn't take a step.

He looked down. From the soles of his feet to his waist, at some point, he was covered by a layer of extremely solid crystal ice, and the coverage was still spreading up his body. Zhuzhi-lang is slightly stronger than him, and his legs and one arm have also been frozen. Only then did he notice that this tomb was very cold.

Tianlang-Jun settled down and said, "The Mobei clan."

Guess it right. This tomb hall was built by Mobei Junzu's father. Their bloodline is good at manipulating ice, and there is no one in the ice magic world. The tomb behind them is also closely related to the ice magic.

Inside the Holy Tomb, there are places that can be used everywhere. There is no need for him to take action, there are naturally things that can contain the enemy. Shen Qingqiu remembered that it was described in the original book that once something with a temperature higher than the air temperature of the tomb hall entered, it would be frozen on the spot and turned into an ice sculpture. After being frozen for two or three days, it would be broken into ice slag. So before he came in, he mobilized the spiritual veins to reduce the body temperature to the lowest level. Otherwise, it will not be possible to get scammed if it fails. That's why he looked pale.

In just a few words, the ice had already climbed to Tianlang-Jun's chest, his expression remained unchanged, his hands were full of demonic energy, but he couldn't dissolve the ice crystals that wrapped his fist, with little effect. Even if he can't freeze him all the time, at least it can be delayed for half an hour.

Tianlang-Jun said: "It doesn't seem to be an illusion. Peak Lord Shen knows the forbidden areas of our clan very well."

Shen Qingqiu didn't say a word, waved at them, turned around and left.

Tianlang-Jun glanced at Zhuzhi-Lang, and said slowly, "I said, if you really want to take Peak Lord Shen to the Demon Realm, you have to make sure that he won't cause trouble. You know what to do."

Zhuzhilang said in a low voice, "...This subordinate understands."

After hearing these two sentences, Shen Qingqiu had an extremely bad premonition.

Zhuzhilang said: "Shen Xianshi, I'm sorry."

do not! Don't! You have to thank me that I am so miserable, if you apologize to me, will I still be alive! ?

Just thinking about it, Shen Qingqiu was walking well, but suddenly his body slanted and he supported the stone wall.

Something seemed to be squirming and rushing out of his stomach, rushing to the countless tendons all over his body.

It feels familiar and scary. Shen Qingqiu almost burst out on the spot with a grass-mud horse.

The blood of demons.

Luo Binghe was sleeping in the coffin now, and the mess in his body could only be someone else's blood.

Tianlang-Jun said, "It's not the first time the Peak Master has drunk it, why haven't you been used to it yet?"

Shen Qingqiu resisted the urge to retire: "...When did you give me a drink."

Tianlang-Jun said, "Don't forget, Peak Master Shen, your immortal body has been in our hands for a long time. There are too many things you can do."

No wonder it was so easy to determine where he was going.

Shen Qingqiu stopped and continued to walk forward. The more he walked, the more cramping he felt in his stomach, but his speed did not slow down. Among them, his ability to suffer from pain has increased, and he knows that he must not kneel now.

While these two are frozen, there is still a chance to escape. If you wait for them to thaw, it will be difficult to try to trap them!

Although he knew the stakes in his heart, the faster he walked, the more violently Zhuzhi-Lang urged him, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but turn his head and stare at him fiercely.

He said he wanted to repay his kindness, is that how the blood worms lay eggs in his stomach and make a nest for the family to be happy? !

Tianlang-Jun sighed: "You can walk so many steps in this way, Fengzhu Shen is determined and very personable. Or should I say, you are Luo Binghe, and you don't even want your life?"

Suddenly, Zhuzhi Lang said, "Your Majesty, my... subordinates can't hold back anymore."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingqiu felt that the bruising pain suddenly melted away.

When Tianlang-Jun saw that he actually ran, he was very surprised: "Can't your blood hold him down?"

Zhuzhi Lang was also puzzled, and said, "I could hold it down before. But this time I don't know why, I can't hold it down anymore!"

Shen Qingqiu's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear or see clearly, but he thought he had to drag Luo Binghe to the entrance and throw it out, propped up against the wall and continued jogging. don't know what to do, swayed.

Having carried it hard for so long, he was approaching the limit, on the verge of collapse, and his knees immediately became weak. But this time, instead of kneeling down, he was firmly held by one hand, half lifted and half hugged.

Shen Qingqiu was dizzy, his eyes focused and looked up.

In the dark and bleak stone path, the face could not be seen clearly, but a pair of eyes that were burning with anger and a mark of red light flowing.