Ma Laowazi grabbed the big gold tooth and raised the knife to stab it.
At this time, the Gurkhas scrambled to climb onto the altar to snatch the artifacts in the coffin.
They didn't care about the murals about the God of Conquering Demons.
They were like flies seeing blood when they saw the artifacts.
Ma Laowazi is a master who is greedy for money.
When he saw the Gurkhas going up to the stone platform to grab the bright weapon, he didn't care about killing the big gold tooth.
There is a long and narrow step in the middle of the altar made of dead people's skulls, which can only allow one person to pass.
These people struggled to squeeze in, but the captain took the lead.
One by one, the others followed him, using their hands and feet together, and quickly climbed up to the altar.
I saw the Gurkhas climbing higher and higher on the Dharma platform, and getting closer and closer to the murals on the Demon-Futing Temple, but I didn’t see anything unusual about them.
I thought to myself: “The jade-faced fox doesn’t mean that no matter who comes close, Will all the murals turn into ghosts?
Your sister's, and living people turn into ghosts, so how is it possible that those tomb robbers haven't changed?"
When she lowered her head and looked at the jade-faced fox whose mouth I had held down, her eyes widened, revealing look of fear I followed her gaze and looked up again.
At this time, in the Secret Mantra Palace, an incredible situation appeared: the Gurkha captain in front had his rifle and fishtail knife behind his back, using his hands and feet to climb up.
Going up the long steps, the speed becomes slower and slower.
Two-thirds of the way up, he suddenly stopped and stared straight at the huge mural of Demon-Suppressing Heavenly Lord.
He was the captain of these people and had always been prestigious.
As soon as he stopped, the rest of the people couldn't climb up anymore.
They didn't know what he was looking at there.
They waited for a long time and still didn't move.
The Gurkha following him raised his hand and patted his back, probably wanting to ask him what happened.
The captain slowly turned his head and saw that his eyes were scarlet, and he was staring so hard that he was actually bleeding from his eyes.
Under the cold light of the bright moon, his face did not look like a living person, but rather like a zombie that had just emerged from an old grave.
The Gurkha behind him was startled and frightened, and he couldn't help but step back.
However, the people on the long steps were one after another, and they were so close together that he couldn't take a step back, nor could he turn around. body.
At this moment, the captain suddenly waved his hand, and the Gurkha behind him turned over like a kite with its string broken, rolled down the stone steps, fell headfirst, and hit his head directly into the He lost his temper and died on the spot.
Before the rest of the Gurkhas understood what had happened, the captain had already jumped down and broke the neck of another Gurkha.
The body rolled down from the altar and was dead before it hit the ground.
At this moment, the rest of the Gurkhas realized that something was wrong.
These people were always brave.
One of the Gurkhas pulled out a fishtail knife, raised his hand, and stabbed the captain in the stomach.
Looking at the captain again, He stretched out his two big hands, grabbed the Gurkha's armed belt, and swung it out.
The Gurkha was thrown down from the stone platform, vomiting blood at the mouth, and died staring.
And the fishtail knife slashed along the captain's belly, turning out pink and white fat, and the white intestines also flowed down, but the captain seemed unaware and was about to attack the others again.
Those Gurkhas finally reacted quickly, and they raised their rifles at the same time.
They heard two "bang, bang" shots.
The captain was shot once in the heart and shoulder.
At the same time, he was hit by the penetrating force of the rifle bullet.
Then he fell down and rolled down the stone platform.
But the captain, who had been shot twice, immediately got up after landing, dragged his intestines for several meters, spread his fingers, and grabbed Ma Laowazi who was standing under the stone platform, as if he had a secret curse to subdue the evil ghost in the demon palace.
It possessed him, and everyone was terrified.
Ma Laowazi is superstitious and afraid of ghosts.
It is said that the descendants of General Jiuyou are different from other tomb robbers in that they never open the coffin by themselves.
They always hide behind other tomb robbers and wait for other tomb robbers to get their hands.
Come and do something evil.
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Therefore, Ma Laowazi was not in a hurry to climb up the stone platform.
Unexpectedly, the captain, who was like a ghost, was in front of him in an instant.
Ma Laowazi had no way to retreat, so he had to cut it out with a knife.
His knife was really fast.
When the blade passed by, the captain's head fell to the ground, and blood spurted out more than ten feet high.
The headless body took a few steps forward and fell to the ground.
The nails on both hands "clicked" He scratched the ground for a long time before becoming motionless, completely dead.
Da Jinya was so frightened that he almost peed, but he didn't forget to flatter Lao Wazi Ma: "Master Ma, you are so good at swordsmanship.
Those two bad boys were smearing you behind your back, saying that you were a living donkey turned into a spirit."
Da Jinya was in a hurry with them at that time.
If you dare to say this in front of Mr.
Ma, the heads of your two bad boys would have been chopped into pieces like watermelons
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