Chapter 86 Collapse (4K)
Li Ang said quickly: "First rotate the surrounding stone ring, and then ignite the stone pool, the flame will turn into a tornado and burn to the amber on the dome."
"how do you"
Jiao Cheng stopped in the middle of speaking, glanced at the subordinates who were still slowly digging the Broken Dragon Stone in the distance, and the mountain wall that was vaguely showing signs of renewed wind, thought for a moment, then nodded to Di Wu, leaned on Take a few steps back with crutches.
Di Wu, who received the signal, and several other companions grabbed the lines on the ground ring, squatted on the ground, gritted their teeth and pushed the stone ring.
Crack-click-
The stone ring rotates slowly, driving the oil pool to rotate faster and faster,
Di Wu and the others took a few steps back, took out a torch from their pockets, blew violently, ignited the thin paper, and threw the thin paper into the oil pool.
Boom!
After a short delay, the whole pool burned violently,
Immediately, a raging pillar of fire rose, and the pillar of fire was driven by the initial rotation force of the base, and continued to rotate. Affected by the atmospheric vortex, it became a pillar of flame, and its height was much higher than the height of the pillar of flame when it was burning normally on the surface.
The top of the swaying flame, licking the bottom of the amber dome, billowing smoke,
Not long after, the entire dome emitted a strong smell and spontaneously burned, even the raging wind could not extinguish it.
"Turn it faster!"
Di Wu saw that there was a hole in the mountain wall in the distance and started to spew out the wind again. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He and several other people accelerated the rotation of the surface ring.
Finally, the entire amber dome was completely ignited.
Click!
The dome of flaming amber shattered, revealing the dark, lightless space above,
A thick and long iron chain covered with amber fragments hangs down from the dome and hangs two meters above the ground.
chichichichichi—
More and more holes in the mountain wall began to erupt again,
Di Wuyi took the lead, kicking on the open bronze door on the ground, closing the oil pool again, and carrying Jiaocheng on his back, jumped to the iron chain, and climbed up.
Two sword repairmen also stepped on the recess of the iron chain and climbed up. Li Ang picked up a shield from the ground, put it on his back, and followed closely.
In the distance, the tattooed men who were still digging the Dragon Breaking Stone realized that they threw away the chisels and hammers in their hands and ran towards the chains—only one of them ran to the corner of the wall, trying to dig a hole in the ground with a shovel. Let yourself lie flat in the pit.
And his ending was also very simple. The swiftly blowing wind rolled up countless rubble, and before he dug out the pit, he was beaten into a sieve.
"Quick, climb up!"
Di Wu yelled sharply, carried Jiao Cheng on his back, and climbed up the iron chain.
The wind vortex under the iron chain changed from slow to fast, and accelerated, and the bronze door gradually couldn't suppress the burning oil.
Fires continued to burst out from the gap in the door, and the flames engulfed the man crawling at the end.
Li Ang carried the shield he picked up from the ground, shrank as much as possible, and climbed up.
The strong wind kept hitting the shield on the back, making a tooth-piercing creaking sound.
Ten meters, five meters,
Finally, before the shield was completely broken, Li Ang climbed up along the iron chain, sat on the ground and exhaled a long breath.
Di Wu put down Jiao Cheng on his back, took out the hemp rope from his waist, rushed to the edge of the dome, threw the rope, and pulled up two companions one after another.
With the help of his companions, he pulled four more people together.
As for the rest
Even the iron chains were being strangled by the slowly accelerating wind, and it was impossible for the remaining people to survive, all turned into blood mist in the vortex of the wind.
When Jiao Cheng came here, there were more than 30 people in Jiao Cheng's group, but now, only Jiao Cheng, Di Wu, Fan Guangyu, Zhu Yuyin, and six other tattooed men remained.
Most of the talismans and supplies were lost, and the Zhangdao Ghost Banyan mask that can breathe in an oxygen-deficient environment is all gone, and there is no way out if you want to return.
But there was no fear or despair on Jiao Cheng's face.
Instead, he quickly stood up from the ground leaning on a bamboo crutch, and scanned his surroundings.
The top of the underground palace is not dark and dark. The walls and dome here are covered with a layer of dim blue light, which seems to come from some kind of luminescent bacteria.
With the help of the light from the torch, it can be seen that there is a vast space here, and the ground is covered with pale yellow flowers that are one person tall—these flowers should absorb the light from bacteria to grow.
And under the mountain wall at the end of the sea of flowers, there is a towering palace with hundreds of steps.
"This is the Hades!"
Jiao Cheng murmured: "The tomb is in that palace!"
"Jiao Da, your legs."
Di Wu reminded dully, and Jiao Cheng noticed that his trousers had been stained red with blood, and many silver sutures under the bandage had also come off from the wound.
"Little Doctor Li."
Jiao Cheng, supported by Di Wu, sat back on the ground again, retched for a while due to loss of blood and strength, looked at Li Ang and forced a smile: "Please help me sew these wounds again.
After the matter is completed, I will send someone to send 20,000 coins to your house. "
"good."
Li Ang didn't seem to hear the slight accent hidden in the two words "send people" and "your house", he opened the medicine box, and took out the silver suture and a new bandage roll from the box.
Use a knife to cut the bandage roll into several sections, quickly sutured and bandaged the wounds for everyone including Jiao Cheng, and finally washed the blood on his hands with pure wine.
"Okay, let's go, as long as we can get there."
Jiao Cheng stood up with the support of Di Wu, glanced at the people present, and just about to say a few words to boost morale, he saw one of his subordinates looking at him with his mouth open, with a dull expression on his face.
"How are you"
Before Jiao Cheng’s question could be uttered, he saw the subordinate’s chest swell out of thin air.
Accompanied by the sound of "vomit!", the tattooed man's jaw was cracked alive, and there was an egg-shaped object the size of a fist in his strangely opened mouth.
A black and yellow bee-like monster with a height of half a person slowly withdraws the abdominal barb that pierced the human chest,
The pale complexions of Jiao Cheng and Di Wu are reflected in the dark red compound eyes composed of thousands of small eyes.
There were rustling sounds one after another in the sea of flowers around. Yes, there is a vast sea of flowers, so naturally there are creatures that pollinate the flowers—the one brought back by the exile from the endless sea and sealed in the tomb of clothes. There are not only secret treasures, There are also monsters on the islands in the endless sea.
Yao--3—379, Trichogramma chinensis, each one is not strong, but there are thousands of them.
When there are no large living things around, it will collect nectar like a normal bee, and when a large living thing is found around, it will actively hunt and lay eggs in its body.
Because there is no distinction between male and female, all Trichogramma has the ability to lay eggs, any one in the wild may become an ecological disaster.
"Walk!"
Di Wujia set up Jiaocheng, held up the torch, and rushed towards the palace.
The two sword cultivators were not suppressed by the strong wind, and controlled the flying sword to cut away the obstacles of the surrounding flower sea, and quickly harvested the red-eyed purple bee that rushed up.
The sea of flowers is vast,
Jianxiu's flying sword, as well as Jiao Cheng's crossbow, smashed torches, and torn talismans can kill the red-eyed purple bee in front, but the number of opponents seems to be endless.
And as time went by, those parasitic wasps crawling and moving in the sea of tall flowers were fluttering their wings and flying.
Is this the reawakening of the instinct to fly?
Li Ang followed Jiao Cheng and ran with his head buried, climbing up a hundred steps,
Thousands of parasitic wasps below are soaring into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
But the barb was still under the action of the abdominal muscles, and suddenly contracted in mid-air, stabbing his shoulder.
The toxin of the Trichogramma wasp has a strong muscle paralysis effect. Zhu Yuyin's face immediately showed a sluggish expression, and the flying sword flying in front of him suddenly lost power and fell to the ground.
And Zhu Yuyin and several tattooed men standing with him were instantly overwhelmed by the bee swarm—even if they tore up the talisman before they died, they would only create a burst of fire and take away a dozen parasitic bees It's just life.
The situation took a turn for the worse. Di Wu helped Jiao Cheng, stumbled into the Nether Palace, and hurriedly closed the main door of the palace—such a thin wooden door naturally couldn’t stop the overwhelming parasitic bees from the outside world, but the strange thing is,
All the parasitic bees stopped outside the gate of Hades, and did not try to rush into Hades.
Naturally, it cannot be that the parasitic wasps have human intelligence and dare not break into the underworld of the master of the underground palace.
It could only be because of something in the palace that prevented them from flying in.
The entire palace was empty, with no coffin, no throne, only a central stone platform,
and some messy and deep sword marks engraved on the beams, columns and ground.
Those sword marks can be vaguely seen to be some obscure words and sentences.
Li Ang is not a sword master, so he can't understand whether there is any mystery in those sword marks.
He stared at the swarm of parasitic bees covering the sky and sun outside the palace, and once again had a clear understanding of the power of monsters—those red-eyed purple bees dared not rush into the Hades, nor did they want to go against their instincts and abandon their meat.
Gathered around the Hades one after another, scraping the beams and columns outside the Hades with their abdomen spikes, as if they were going to collapse the Hades directly.
"If this goes on, we will be trapped here alive."
Li Ang turned his head, but saw that Jiao Cheng was already walking towards the middle stone platform with Di Wu's support.
"The fairy caresses my head, and the hair knot receives longevity. The fairy touches my top, and the hair knot receives longevity"
Jiao Cheng repeated to himself, blushing, stretched out his trembling palm, and opened the stone box placed on the stone platform.
"What?!"
Not only Jiao Cheng, but also the sword repairman Fan Guangyu who rushed up, also yelled out in shock after seeing the contents of the stone box.
What is contained in the stone box is not a sword, a book, or a secret treasure, but a group of soft silk threads that are as black as ink.
It's almost like... hair.
"How, how?!"
Consumed a lot of manpower, financial resources and even future hope, but only got a strand of blue hair.
What longevity, what immortality, all vanished.
Jiao Cheng felt dizzy and dizzy. He barely closed the stone box, but the whole palace shook violently—the box he took away seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction.
The palace, connected to the outside space, is falling and falling rocks.
This place is about to collapse.
Countless gravels with luminous plaques on the surface fell down, smashing hundreds of parasitic wasps and the light yellow flowers on the surface into powder.
"Dalang, this way!"
Di Wu shouted, and saw a black crack with a diameter of three meters exposed at the side of the Hades where he was standing because of the collapse and shaking.
The crowd immediately rushed into the crack and came to a narrow and straight passage.
On the ground and walls of the channel, there are still damp drops of water, and the sound of water flowing from far away can be faintly heard.
At the end of the corridor, it leads to the bed of an underground river somewhere.
"Go!"
Di Wujia set up Jiaocheng and rushed forward,
At this time, the parasitic bees outside the temple had poured into the Hades, flying towards the crack. Driven by their survival instincts, they ignored the flying swords and raging fire in front of them, and went into the corridor desperately.
Jianxiu Fan Guangyu saw that there was nothing he could do, so he made a decisive decision. With a sword, he smashed the head of a tattooed man next to him, and kicked his body on the back of his corpse, causing his body to roll down the corridor, slightly blocking the progress of the bee swarm.
However-
Boom!
The headless body of the tattooed man had just rolled over two meters along the corridor when a stack of talismans in his hand lost control and flew out, colliding with the swarm of bees flying upwards.
All the talismans shattered, triggering colorful shock waves, and enveloping that swordsman, Fan Guangyu.
Fan Guangyu and several other tattooed men were blasted head-on by the shock wave, and hit the wall of the corridor heavily. He shook his head violently and regained consciousness, but it was too late.
Endless swarms of bees rushed over along the corridor, and the sword light surrounding Fan Guangyu's body gradually disappeared into the dense swarm of bees.
Boom!
Li Ang, who was running ahead, didn't turn his head to look at the situation behind. The collapse of the underground palace had spread to all parts of the corridor. A huge stone slab slowly slid down along the edge of the corridor, and it was about to completely block the passage.
That's too late-
Seeing that Li Ang rushed out of the corridor first,
Di Wuyi gritted his teeth and threw Jiao Cheng forward on his back,
At the same time, he slid forward and stuck to the ground, and at the last moment, he took hold of the stone slab, leaving a gap.
"Di Wu!"
"Walk!"
Di Wuban knelt on the ground, blushing, and held up the stone slab, allowing Jiao Cheng to crawl under it.
Boom!
The moment Jiao Cheng climbed out, Di Wu's body was crushed by the stone slab, leaving only one arm and one leg outside the slate.
"Quick, quick search!"
"The location of the earthquake is here!"
The noise of people came from a distance, echoing in the underground cave, and occasionally the iconic barking of the fine dog sounded.
The people from Zhenfusi have already sensed the vibration here and are looking for them.
"Little Doctor Li."
Jiao Cheng didn't have time to suffer for Di Wu's death,
He suppressed his voice, took out a small and exquisite folding crossbow from his arms, and pointed at Li Ang who was slowly standing up, "Help me out, take me away from here, and when I return to Chang'an, I will give you a cough." Cough cough cough!"
His words were interrupted by a series of violent coughing,
Jiao Cheng looked at the dirty blood coughed on his palm in shock and astonishment, the muscles on his face trembled and twitched uncontrollably, his teeth were tightly closed, and all the strength in his body was draining rapidly.
Has it finally happened?
Crude ricin toxin hidden in trauma bandages that requires hours of blood contact before symptoms appear.
Li Ang walked towards Jiao Cheng, whose muscles were out of control and his strength dissipated, with a blank face, and kicked the hand crossbow in his hand,
Crouching down, grasping the scalpel hanging from his cuff, he stabbed Jiao Cheng's throat.
Then, split, like rehearsing it many times in your head.
Jiao Cheng waved his palm tremblingly, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out of his throat at all. He couldn't even take out the talisman from his arms and tear it up, so that he could die with Li Ang.
Ricin poisoning, the first is depression, nausea and vomiting, then blood pressure drop, drowsiness shock, and finally convulsions and coma, loss of resistance.
If Jiao Cheng hadn't threatened, the syringe and mannitol in Li Ang's medicine box might have saved his life, but when he took out the hand crossbow, his fate was already doomed.
Li Ang withdrew the scalpel indifferently, washed it with pure wine and put it back into the medicine box, picked up the lid of the stone box that fell on the ground, and inserted his fingers into the box inadvertently.
The next moment, the black silk thread in the stone box shot out as if it had life, and the first half pierced Li Ang's wrist, winding and swimming under the thin layer of skin.
(end of this chapter)