As soon as he thought of this, Long Junchen nodded slightly and stopped torture the guard boy. He let go of the red line in his hand. After the girl escaped, she immediately fell to the ground with a pounce. After a while, she immediately knelt down to thank him. Then, a scene that surprised Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er appeared.

The girl looked at each other with another shrewd boy, then her eyes changed. She actually took off the shrewd boy's outfit and turned into a playful and cute girl. She was wearing a pair of silver high heels, and the rhinestones on the heels reflected dazzling brilliance, like the pair of crystal shoes in fairy tales.

Her originally petite figure suddenly stood up against the backdrop of high heels. Her tightened belly and erect chest made her look graceful. Her long ponytail made her more wild. Her face actually had a few more blood color after changing her dress. At first glance, she looked like a stunning girl, but the face that had never been expressed and the dead energy on it could not change some painful facts.

Ning Feng'er looked at the transformation of this virgin boy, opened her mouth in surprise, widened her eyes and stared at everything that happened in the field. The virgin slowly raised her arm, then raised one leg, stopped, and was almost 120 degrees angled to the ground. It was a classic ballet movement, like the death of a swan, like the vanishing of a beauty, so beautiful that people's heart trembled.

She danced with a melody that did not exist, a standard tango, strong and powerful, every frown and smile, and the soles of her feet overlapped back and forth, which was so natural.

"What's going on?" Ning Feng'er rubbed her eyes hard and shouted in dismay.

A female ghost wearing a pair of diamond shoes and dancing ballet in a dark mine cave. No matter how imaginative a person can imagine, he cannot imagine such a strange picture. Long Junchen was thinking, and he narrowed his eyes and did not carefully appreciate the dance of the female ghost. He just sighed and said quietly: "Ghost dance to the phoenix is ​​a spell used to summon some kind of evil spirits or to open up some kind of claustrophoenix space. Both humans and ghosts can be used. Looking at this dance, I believe that the guy summoned must have a cultivation level that is not much lower."

As he was dancing, the boy began to bow slightly and said to Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er: "Two, please."

Before Ning Feng'er could react, the space in front of him was twisted and rippled. Then, a large hole appeared in the rock wall. Long Junchen was not suspicious at all. He naturally pulled Ning Feng'er beside him, took a step and walked straight in.

It was like a space of different dimensions. Long Junchen and the others were like a dream. After walking through the big hole a few steps, it suddenly became clear inside. There was a big hall with carved beams and painted buildings inside the hall, and the utensils were majestic. Several dragon-patterned portraits were entrenched on these stone pillars with their teeth and claws. The dragon's forehead was flashing with strange inscriptions, which looked inexplicably solemn. There were two rows of ancient pottery placed against the wall. There was no sign of the age, but the color was dim and not gorgeous.

?However, at the end of this hall, there is a huge coffin, with mottled copper rust covering it like a layer of cotton wool. In the foamy copper rust, there is a plant that cannot be named. It is green, but there is a dark black that complements the surrounding aura. The coffin itself cannot be judged from the texture of the coffin itself, but the whole coffin emits a light yellow soft light. It is this light that illuminates the entire hall that should have been painted black. This coffin is obviously not simple.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a fine stone hit his head. He uttered a sigh of relief and looked up quickly. He found that some parts of the dome were peeling off, revealing the smooth surface of the vermilion. Ning Fenger looked up along Long Junchen's gaze and also saw the red dome. Her cherry lips opened slightly, pointed to the red surface, and asked in confusion: "What is that?"

"Tianbao Dragon Fire Glazed Top. Made of Glazed Tiles." Long Junchen swept around, his face gradually became solemn. He lowered his voice and said to Ning Feng'er, "A method to prevent tomb robbery. The tiles are thick with a thick layer of dragon turbulent oil. Once the tiles are broken, the dragon turbulent oil will immediately light up when the air is seen, dripping down, which can burn the entire tomb. This is a method of breaking the dead. However, the glazed top in this place seems to be not very well done. Otherwise, as long as we come in, we will probably ignite the tomb."

Long Junchen sighed softly. He really didn't expect that the tomb was so well arranged. He suddenly thought that before, his fifth uncle Long Kewu mentioned that there was a tomb room at the Longyan location of the tomb. Although Long Junchen did not have a specific map, it was probably here.

The paper man who brought Long Junchen and the others in stepped forward, helped the coffin slightly, bowed his hand stiffly, with a pious auspicious look on his face, and said word by word: "Master, I have brought it."

After the words came to an end, there was nothing that Long Junchen and the others imagined. A soul-devouring evil spirit popped out of the coffin.

What is completely different is that two people came out of the tomb behind - a middle-aged blind man, with turbid white cataracts in his open eyes. He was strong, with clear bones and stretched lines. The other was a scalded red scar on his face, especially the right half of his face, from his temple to his neck, there was no good area. The raised skin and flesh were like tangled tree bark, and the flesh and blood inside seemed shocking. Long Junchen didn't know whether these two guys were ghosts or monsters, but in short, they looked so terrifying that they were definitely not humans.

"Are you?!" Before Long Junchen could say anything, he was shocked by the scene in front of him again. Everything that happened next would completely subvert Long Junchen's perception.

I saw the two people standing at the door, respectfully like two gatekeepers. At the same time, many people walked out from behind the oak door, each with old faces and mottled wrinkles on their old faces.

In Long Junchen's eyes, these faces are no different from real living people. There is no dead or ghost energy on their faces, just pale faces, as if they had just been dug out of the ancient tomb. No, they are clearly in the ancient tomb. This metaphor is really absurd. Each of them is wearing old-fashioned black tuxedo, meticulously wearing red, blue or black tie, and black hands with pitch-black gloves.
Chapter completed!