Qi Chen's heart skipped a beat and felt something was wrong.

Last time, Longya pulled off four pieces of talisman paper, but a row of leather figurines rushed out, and happened to rush under Longya's eyelids. They sent him to death very simply, and they all brushed their heads in a few seconds. It seemed to be very relaxed to solve the problem, but it did not cause any terrifying shock.

But this time it is obviously more troublesome than last time.

However, what made Qi Chen feel a little comforted was that if the stone cave was shaken apart, he might have been able to seize the opportunity to go out.

Of course, the premise is that before going out, he will not be buried alive by the dispersed cave, and will be with these messy bones and sleep at the bottom of the river.

He planned like this, so naturally he was not idle under his feet. When life and death were at stake, he didn't care whether he was stepping on flesh or skin. He raised his hand to protect his head, avoiding the rolling bones and gravels, while trying to find a place in the hole that could support and cover it.

But things didn't go as expected. The more volatile the cave, the greater the amplitude, which made him feel a little unsteady even when he stood.

The stone clocks hanging above their heads became the most deceiving hidden weapon at this time. Several of them were broken from time to time and then pierced straight down, comparable to the "flying sword from the sky".

Even if Qi Chen raised his head and stared at the stone bells, it would be very rare to hide, not to mention that the gravel and dust that kept falling down made him bewitched from time to time... It was even more difficult than rushing to a minefield.

The most detrimental thing is that the shape of this cave is more delicate, like a bun wrapped in skeleton stuffing. To put it in bad luck, it is a grave bag.

The structure is so simple that it cannot be simple, it is like someone was specially hollowed out to install those skeletons. There is no way to find the protruding stones on the four walls, let alone the shape is just right for someone to hide.

But no matter how foolish my father is, finding a support point against the wall is better than standing in the middle without leaning against each other. So Qi Chen tried hard to walk in the shaking cave, trying to leave the open space in the middle and walk to the side.

But before he could walk a few steps, the ground of the cave changed abnormally.

Starting from the part in the middle where the circle is carved, the ground that was originally covered with a layer of slurry suddenly became muddy, and the stickiness became heavier and the resistance became greater and greater. It seemed that it instantly turned from a fluffy dirt road into a deadly swamp.

Qi Chen only felt that the more he left, the more he sank the person. He was swallowed to his calf in almost blinking his eyes.

Damn! The fatal rhythm!

Qi Chen cursed silently in his heart, but still did not abandon the idea of ​​escaping from here.

Fortunately, the ground was not really as good as eating man-eating swamps and eating fast sand. Qi Chen struggled for a while and actually got a leg out of it. But the leg that pulled out was not the kind of syrup, but blood...

With a strong smell of rust, it was stained on Qi Chen's pants, and the fabric was wet to almost black, and only the red edges could be seen on the corners.

The smell of blood that came to his face mixed with the rotten tide made Qi Chen dizzy. He held his breath and lit a few spots on the ground, trying to find a place that was not so easy to sink.

He tried a few times and finally found a slightly harder place. He stepped on it, and was about to get out his other leg before sinking.

But with his skill in getting out of college, he can be considered powerless in front of these ghost troops.

Just as he was watching several long swords pointing straight to his chest, a completely ruined cave suddenly poured back into the surging river. When Qi Chen was poured into the cold head, a familiar powerful suction force appeared again.

He was almost obedient and fortunately swept into it by the suction force. After a storm, he was spit out by the whirlpool deep in the cold and turbulent bottom of the river.

Hey! It's out!

If it weren't for the pressure at the bottom of the river that was too high and the whole body seemed to be full of a thousand-pound pendant, Qi Chen would have laughed out loud - he actually escaped from that fucking place by himself!

Although it destroyed a stone cave with a not-so-simple background, it at least saved a life.

However, his excitement had not even lasted for a second, and it had frozen.

Because while struggling in the water, Qi Chen turned over again, and finally saw behind him at a glance-

The hundreds of troops of ghosts actually followed him and came out of the vortex!

Those who were not human goods were not as embarrassed as Qi Chen. Instead, they set up a formation and waved their long swords, not affected by the vortex water flow. They rushed over like rushing waves.

Damn it!

Qi Chen's eyes widened, froze for less than a second, immediately turned his head and swam upwards frantically, wishing he could pad his hands and feet faster than a dog's paddle.

But unfortunately, no matter how fast he digged, he was not as good as others who were not affected by resistance. Almost a few meters later, a surging water flow approached his neck from behind, making him feel excited and his heart lifted up.

Just as he felt more than a knife was about to fall on him, a dazzling golden light penetrated from the river!

Qi Chen felt a flash in front of him, and something was brushing the top of his head and shot at the thousands of ghosts behind him.

He seized the time and swam upwards for a few meters apart, then turned around and saw a giant long sword like a mountain, carrying a flowing golden light, passing through the thousands of ghost troops, directly dispersing the souls of the group of dead soldiers into countless spots of light, and then plunged into the bottom of the river with a thousand pounds of force.

The buzzing sound of the Jin soldiers breaking through the water lingered, echoing for a long time before completely dissipating at the bottom of the undercurrent.

Qi Chen opened his eyes wide and looked at the long sword that had been enlarged a hundred times. His chest was like the river water, and it was surging undercurrents. After a while, he finally recovered. His heart, which had been hanging in his throat since it fell into the bottom of the water, finally "thumped" and landed steadily.

After the long knife nailed to the bottom of the river stopped, the golden light flowing around him became prosperous again, making Qi Chen unable to help but close his eyes again.

But before he could open his eyes this time, he felt that he was being caught by someone, and was led by the man to go upstream with the meteor, heading straight to the river. The speed was faster than when he smashed it down.

Before Qi Chen even had enough air in his lungs, he was brought to the river with a "slam".

He opened his mouth and took a breath, feeling that his lungs were finally filled with normal air, so he reached out to wipe the water on his face. Just as he was about to turn back to the man to express his respect and gratitude, the man screamed in his ears: "Qi Chen, is the granite stuffed in your mind?! I asked you to hide out and hide outside the door! You are a blue whale, you can't even hold you in the house anymore, but you are actually following the half-true and half-fake old thing to come outside?! Can I really blow the whole house without distinguishing the enemy and bury you alive?! Next time I'll plant you head down to the bottom of the river."

Qi Chen Shunmao: "...Captain Long, please change your breath."
Chapter completed!