Chapter 800: Save the joke
Chapter 800 saves a joke
The night cleared and looked back, and the eyes fell on the stone wall: "This tunnel can be chosen from the left and the right, even if it can't reach the bottom of the tomb. If you can't get back, go back and choose the other side to continue."
Her tone is light and cloudy.
The mercenaries of the killing group felt particularly harsh.
What is the big deal is to turn back?
This gloomy place has come all the way, and it has been a powerful test for their hearts!
One by one, it is a waste of time.
For the dissatisfaction of the killing group, the night is clear and deaf.
Her attention was placed on the stone wall.
Above the rock wall, there are green vine moss, but the stone wall... Although it looks gray and inconspicuous, it can be partial, there is no vine and moss on the stone wall.
Gazing for a long time, the night fell and raised his hand, the red feather fan clenched at the fingertips, gently touched the stone wall.
A little touch, Xu is not popular all the year round, but also eroded by the corpse, attached to the gravel on the stone wall, the block rolled down.
The night fell behind a few steps, waiting for those gravel to fall almost, only to condense the mysterious, rolling up a whirlwind, sweeping the gravel above the stone wall.
The gravel is scattered behind, and the gray stone wall is extremely clearly reflected in the eyes of everyone.
The stone wall is full of dead black and red, very strange.
Even more trembling is the totem outlined above the stone wall -
It was a man, a man with a spear and a armor.
It is clearly a hero of the world, a heroic attitude.
Partially born, the totem seems to be covered with blood, and it seems to be ghastly.
"This is the king of the gods of war?"
At night, the eyes cleared and the totem was carefully examined.
On the stone wall of the Tomb of the Tomb of the Tomb, it can be carved into a humanoid totem. Except for the Mausoleum, there should be no other people.
Nangong Feiran has already led Zi Qianren, crossed the world group, and walked to the side of the night.
After seeing the totem on the stone wall, Nan Gonglin screamed and screamed in the arms of Nangong.
The purple thousand and the night maple Confucian look are slightly dignified, and several people look at each other: "Is it... the tomb of the Mausoleum is behind the stone wall?"
"Impossible." The night cleared and did not hesitate to interrupt their guess.
Purple Thousands of Thousands of Eyes are close to each other, and the beautiful face is so unpleasant: "You will not be too conceited by the deputy head of the World Group."
Their dear gold medal mercenary group, even repeatedly let a bronze mercenary group with a rhythm?
From the beginning, it was all night that dominated everything.
This feeling makes them feel very uncomfortable.
"According to the data of the Tomb of the Tomb of the King of the Tomb, the tomb of the Lord of the Mausoleum is the battle of the corpse."
The night was faint and stunned. "If the deputy head of the killing group did not properly investigate the information of the mission before the mission, it is better to look at the information of the tomb of the tomb, and save a joke." ”
Purple's face suddenly rose red.
The words of the night cleared, the other mercenaries suddenly jumped in the heart.
These teenagers have investigated the information of the tomb of the tomb in advance...
In other words, they all know how dangerous the tomb of the Mausoleum is!
Are they even the courage of some juvenile mercenaries?
The self-esteem of these gold medal mercenaries has been hit hard.
Unconsciously, they all stood up, and no one would admit that they could not match a bronze medal mercenary.
At night, the light fell and the light flashed, and the hand lifted and touched the totem on the stone wall.
At the fingertips of her, she had just covered the spear of the Tomb of the Tomb, and she was screamed by the South Palace. "Don't touch it! Everywhere here, it is possible to hide the formation or the institution!"
(End of this chapter)
