Chapter 901： The crow is coming

Chapter 910, the crow is coming.

Qin Qi and Zhang Lang were not mixed up on the first day, and they would not believe in enchanting words, but they intuitively believed, and all the way down, there was no problem, exactly the same as the enchanting.

"This is the most successful tomb that Lao Tzu has stolen. It can also set up traps to add difficulty to future generations. It is delicious!" Zhang Lang exclaimed.

"When you hang them, you are not afraid of stealing the tomb and breaking the incense?"

"Hey, how can I say this? I am trying to test the younger generations and temper their skills. Only then can they become stronger and stronger and become thieves like me!"

This kind of fart Qin Qi certainly does not believe, but there are some brothers who come in behind with sympathy. What they want to go is an unimaginable and dangerous road.

Even, it can be called Huangquan Road.

"Take it, anyway, the unlucky one is definitely not me." Qin Qi shrugged and finally came to the death and death hall in the mouth of the demon.

The Hall of Life and Death, Hengdan is in front, the temple is high, gathering the endless life and death, and outside the hall, countless void powers are stacked, there is no possibility of crossing.

"It seems that we can only walk from the inside." Qin Qidao.

"It is true, but the next step is to use less of the tombs, and it depends on the boss." Zhang Lang was very decisively hiding behind.

Regardless of him, Qin Qi looked at the big hall. There was a plaque on the top of the building. The words of life and death were very large. The pressure on people was enormous. It seemed that one step was wrong, it was life and death.

"Go in and see." Qin Qi looked at it for a long time, and finally said.

The ghosts are on the edge of Qin Qi. She has a great interest in this life and death hall. Even the life and death prints in the body automatically start to rotate.

......

Silent, a piece of black feathers floating in the underground space, the dark color, revealing ominous, it is this piece of death seems to fear this power.

A crow flew in the air and did not know where it came from. It came to this space and came to the tomb.

Immediately, the crow turned into a black mist, and a figure emerged from the black fog, wearing a black feather coat and not seeing his face.

"Is this the grave of the Holy Ghost?" The crow whispered, and the haze was incomparable.

"It seems that someone has been there." The crow stood at the bridge, but the sound suddenly became extremely chilly, a cold silence.

He perceives the special fluctuations in this place, and there is a residual breath. Just a few years ago, some people took care of this place, and may even have entered the tomb.

And this is that the crow can't stand it anyway.

This time, he is determined to have the power left by the Raven Saint. As long as he succeeds, his strength can make a big step. Beyond Qin Qi is simply a matter of nailing.

This is his creation, and no one can **** any outsiders.

"It should not be long before it enters, it is impossible to succeed so quickly." The crow whispered, revealing that "this creation belongs to me and can only belong to me. Besides me, no one wants to **** it!"

The crow is cold, and he has to enter the grave as soon as possible.

"Three souls and seven priests, is the statue guarding the tomb?" The crow walked over the bridge of the bones and stood outside the tomb. His voice changed again. It was not Wang You'an, nor Huang Jingyu, but a strange old voice.

This is a tomb thief who was deliberately swallowed to explore the tomb left by the Ravens.

This tomb thief is a good one, and the tomb technology is extremely top-notch. Unfortunately, after all, it is not a long time, especially the tomb thief, hurting the world, the most damaging Yangshou, when the crow finds him, he is already on the verge of death.

The final result, do not need the crow to swallow, the tomb thief voluntarily merged with it, only then can he survive to steal more tombs.

"It is not the tomb of the Holy One. This method of keeping the tomb is a match!" The tomb thief praised.

"Don't waste time, go in as soon as possible!" Another voice sounded.

"We must catch up with the people before, kill him and win the creation!"

"Do not worry, I have the confidence to deceive the three souls and seven scorpions." Tomb thief road, then smashed down, began to draw strange runes, and the mouth constantly rang into difficult to understand syllables, seems to be communicating.

After about two hours, he took out a can, and several streams of light flew out and landed on the statue of the Three Souls and Seven Skulls.

"Your movement is too slow!" Wang Youan is already impatient.

"Hey, what do you know, this is the power that advanced robbers can have, and I only need two hours to arrange it, far more than others!" The tomb thief proudly said.

He naturally wouldn't know, just a short time ago, Zhang Lang completed his arrangement with a small quarter of an hour.

"You see, it has been successful." The tomb thief smiled.

Above the idol, the eyes begin to illuminate the scarlet light, which is the state in which the little ghosts are absorbed.

"The tomb door will open soon." The tomb thief felt that he had mastered everything.

The sound of "咔咔咔" sounded and the tomb door was moving backwards.

"Look, this is hard to beat me, but it won't be long before, our speed is fast!" The tomb thief laughed.

Only his voice just fell, and there was a loud scream on the statue, and then a large number of death hands rushed out and grabbed the crow.

This strong dead air, the power is extraordinary, the crow does not dare to touch easily.

"How can this be done, it should be fooled!" The tomb thief exclaimed, unable to understand the situation at hand.

"Weird, why one of the gods did not shine, it turned out to be empty, there is no spirit inside!" The tomb thief finally sensed something, suddenly shouted.

Without the spirit, the statue can be ignored. The nig also needs only nine feet.

But the tomb thief did not know this information, so he prepared a sufficient number of ten devils, but was quickly discovered by the gods.

"Shut up, you useless waste!" Huang Jingyu roared, and now he is ready to back off, waiting for the tomb thief to open a tomb.

But the tomb thief quickly yelled: "We don't have a second chance. They already know the little devil I raised. If you don't go in now, you can only be strong next time!"

Strong?

Although the crows are advancing in strength, they do not despise Wu Zun, but in the face of these ten statues, there is no hard-rooted atmosphere!

The current crow can only rush to the scalp, and the statue is still not fully recovered, first enter the inside of the tomb.

The crow shot, the dark coat wrapped around the body, able to withstand the power of most of the hand of death, even the power of death, facing the crow of the end of the ominous, but only the silence.

The crow rushed forward and tried to protect himself, but he was still injured. The hand of death continued to rush and pulled the whole hand of the crow.

Moreover, the power of the soul turns into a whirlpool, and the crow only feels that the sea of ​​soul is rolling, as if it fell into the oil pan, it is extremely tormented.

This soul vortex is more effective for crows that devour a large number of different souls.

But at the crucial moment, the dark feathers gave off a heavy black light, and the crows were protected. Then the last scene appeared, and even the power of the gods seemed to be slow, as if to meet their doomsday!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crow rushed forward and chose a road that rushed into the tomb.