When the skinny Taoist priest heard the words of the short and fat Taoist priest, his face trembled and he could not keep his serious look.
He showed a helpless expression for the first time, "Junior brother, now it is not a question of whether we want to retreat, but a question of whether we can retreat. ah" The rest of the people saw the skinny Taoist priest who seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, and the uneasiness in their hearts seemed to take over their entire beings.
The skinny Taoist priest has always been their backbone.
No matter how hard they fought against the evil spirits, they never gave up hope.
But now they heard the words of the skinny Taoist priest and they completely collapsed.
One of the men, who was only a few years older than Cheng Jing, sat down on the ground, his eyes dull.
He yelled, "Then what should we do?
Just wait here to die."
The skinny Taoist priest didn't know how to reply to him.
He was silent for a long time and then said, "Our group has disappeared for so long.
Other people will definitely notice something abnormal and maybe come looking for us.
This is also a way to escape from trouble." hope."
After finishing speaking, he said with a skeptical tone, "Since we entered the underground palace, we have always faced some small minions, and the real big demon, apart from frightening us at the beginning, the rest He didn't say it again.
Can we guess that this big demon doesn't have much strength left?
We can only send these little minions to stop us, and his initial shock may be due to his fierce appearance and inner lust, and he wants to use this to blind our perception.
So, as long as we can survive until we find the big demon, say Maybe we can find the key to breaking the situation.
After all, if the person at the top dies, the people below will also fall into chaos. " This kind of rule applies not only to human society, but also to some strange races.
Such a long paragraph was obviously summarized by the skinny Taoist priest after three months of torture.
If you think about it carefully, his words seem to make some sense.
The rest of the people's minds, which were about to collapse, also eased for a while.
As long as there was hope, they would not be completely decadent.
If they fight hard, they might be able to find a way to survive.
If they don't fight, they will really have to wait for death, so they quickly cheered up, picked up their swords again and walked forward.
Seeking death for life, the strength of this group of monks is among the best in the outside world, and their Taoist heart is naturally good.
At this moment, being forced out of all their potential by the desperate situation, they are really unstoppable.
Cheng Jing, who was following them, smiled bitterly.
If he hadn't met Chang Li, he might still think that his uncle's words had some truth, but it was precisely because he had met Chang Li and knew his strength that he didn't have any hope in his uncle's ideas.
That person's strength is definitely more than what he showed.
Even during the period of teaching himself, he did not fully expose his strength, and his words to find his subject have always been remembered by Cheng Jing.
Could it be that that person's body has not yet escaped from the trap, and his true strength is still sealed?
How powerful will he be when he is completely out of the trap?
Now they are being played with by that person like ants in his palm.
When that person really gets out of trouble, will they be able to save their lives?
Sadness and joy, sadness and joy, what is sadness and happiness?
Is that sadness tightly reflected in the people who are walking with him?
Cheng Jing does not believe it.
Suddenly, a shrill scream reached Cheng Jing's ears, making them feel chilled.
They recognized that it was the voice of the comrade who was dragged away by the rat.
There was a hint of resentment in the scream, as if he was scolding them for not saving him.
Along with the cry came the squeaking sound of bones being chewed, and the satisfied squeaking sound of mice.
The chill soaked into their minds and made their hands and feet cold.
The morale that the skinny Taoist had finally gathered was shattered at this moment.
That was a living life, just gone, and it died so miserably.
Cheng Jing held his wrist fiercely.
The string of jade beads on his wrist was taut on his skin, as if it could break at any time.
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At this time, another soft voice came from his ears.
"What, are you angry?"
Cheng Jing calmed down quickly.
He was not a very compassionate person.
He just thought of his own fate based on that person's fate.
"Isn't this what senior wants?"
Cheng Jing heard the anger in it as soon as he said it.
He was shocked and fell silent again.
Chang Li's faint laughter echoed in his ears, "If you want to slay demons, you can't blame the demon for counterattacking.
He's just not as skilled as others."
Cheng Jing's soul contacted the echo floating in his ears and replied again, "My strength is not as good as that of seniors, so what do seniors want to do with me?"
Cheng Jing was able to do this because of the growth of his soul.
Changli didn't answer.
The candles in the underground palace swayed wildly, as if they were going to devour the moths that broke in.
Cheng Jing put his hand into the candlelight and felt a coolness flow through his fingers and hit his mind.
The pain caused by the surge of his soul was greatly reduced.
His eyes lit up and he instantly understood that this was another arrangement made by Chang Li.
I will lay out the things that are beneficial to you.
It depends on whether you have the ability to discover them and whether you have the courage to take them.
And bury the trap in what you think is the correct answer.
It depends on whether you have the wisdom to see through it.
They are really testing us all the time, Cheng Jing thought.
The rest of the people were immersed in the tragic experience of the man, but they did not notice Cheng Jing's actions.
Cheng Jing took off a candle and dragged it into his palm, and then discovered that the lamp was actually the same as the green one recorded in the inheritance.
The underworld lamp is somewhat similar.
He looked carefully for a moment, and the similarity became 90%.
The blue flame swayed on the lamp, looking cold and dark.
If an ordinary cultivator saw this kind of flame that was different from other flames, he would definitely extinguish it immediately.
But at this moment, Cheng Jing felt that the flame in the lamp seemed to carry a rare sense of tranquility and tranquility.
He reached out to another candle, but this candle had no warmth at all, and the flame did not bring Cheng Jing a sense of peace, as if the candle was just for decoration.
Cheng Jing knew in his heart that the candle in his hand must be very special.
When he came into contact with this lamp, which was 90% similar to the Qingming lamp, Cheng Jing had to sigh once again at his luck.
At this time, Chang Li was sitting in the main tomb chamber and felt Cheng Jing take down the Qingming lamp.
The smile on his lips quietly disappeared, and then he sighed softly, "It is indeed destiny again":