Necropolis Immortal Chapter 8: Another wind up

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"Chang Feng, are you okay."

Lu Yun saw that Wanfeng's body was faltering, and he hurriedly supported her.

"My lord, why don't you leave."

Wan Feng cried as he watched the corpse flies coming over the sky.

These corpse flies can't help her, but as long as a corpse fly rushes over, Lu Yun will die.

"Go together."

Lu Yun held a black donkey hoof in his palm, his eyes fixed on the thousand-year-old rice dumpling.

This thousand-year-old rice dumpling seems to have been burned by a fire, and it is so dark that it is not clear.

But Lu Yun could still feel the cold gaze of the thousand-year-old rice dumpling on his body and the black donkey hoof in his hand.

Obviously, this thousand-year-old rice dumpling has been born with a little wisdom, and it is also aware of the things that can restrain itself.

"Go!"

Lu Yun saw that the Thousand-Year Rice Dumpling hadn't moved, he pulled the wind and rushed toward the exit.

The overwhelming corpse flies came again, ten times more than just now.

"Wow!"

With a whistling sound, she forced a sip of Zhenyuan, and another huge tornado exploded from her body and swept towards the corpse flies.

After several battles, Wan Feng's mastery of his supernatural powers became more and more adept.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Thousand-year Zongzi let out a roar, and its body began to move slowly.

Wan Feng was struck by lightning, her face was pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth again.

The roar of the Thousand-Year Zongzi once again set back the wind.

But at the same time, faintly, Wan Feng seemed to see outside Lu Yun's body, nine black dragon shadows flashed away.

Lu Yun pulled the wind and quickly entered the passage.

"Dead end!"

Suddenly, Lu Yun struck a spirit and stopped.

There are still several green oil lamps hanging on both sides of this passage. With the green light, Lu Yun saw that the end of the passage was actually a wall!

Lu Yun pushed **** this wall, but the wall didn't move.

Dead end, no way!

Buzzing buzzing...

Behind, the swarms of corpse flies have come to the front.

Behind is the heavy footsteps of the Millennium Zombie.

In Wan Feng's eyes, there is also despair.

"No, no!"

Lu Yun forcibly calmed down, and his brain began to spin quickly, constantly thinking about the dilemma in front of him.

"Yes, a mechanism! There must be a mechanism here!"

Suddenly, Lu Yun's spirit was shaken.

"Ban the wind, you block those corpse flies. If the zombie comes, throw this thing to it!"

Lu Yun handed a black donkey hoof to Wan Feng's hand.

"Good!"

Seeing Lu Yun's expression, Wan Feng hurriedly agreed.

The spiritual weapon long sword in her hand lights up again, and the sword flowers are intertwined into a sword net to block the corpses and flies.

However, the current Wanfeng has been hit twice, and the sword light is not as sharp as before. Although it can barely resist these corpse flies, it is difficult to support it for too long.

"Organization, organ... Where is the organ?"

Lu Yun began to fumble on the wall.

"My lord, what is the agency?"

Wan Feng repelled a group of corpse flies. She took the opportunity to catch her breath and couldn't help asking when she heard Lu Yun's words.

"Huh?"

Lu Yun was startled, then he patted his forehead fiercely.

This is the fairy world, not the earth!

As a deep-funded tomb robber, you may encounter some weird things anytime and anywhere, and Lu Yun is extremely capable of accepting.

"If there is no mechanism, then it is the formation... Feng Shui pattern!"

Lu Yun's eyes widened and he observed this wall.

On the wall, the brilliance is flat, but there are subtle lines on it.

"The skillful workmanship is truly brilliant workmanship. The layout technique of a Feng Shui bureau was turned into lines and carved on the wall."

An exclamation flashed in Lu Yun's eyes.

The Fengshui pattern and the fairy formation are two sides of one.

Lu Yun doesn't know the formation, but he can see through the Feng Shui pattern. Once the pattern is broken, the formation will be cracked accordingly.

But turning the feng shui bureaus into lines and drawing them on the wall is unprecedented.

"However, how can this little doorway stump me? The pattern of geomantic omen in the world is not one yuan, two rites, three talents, four elements, five elements, **, seven stars, gossip, nine palaces, ten directions. Genus."

"Everything changes, stay the same!"

"Bring the wind, sword!"

Suddenly, Lu Yun screamed towards Wanfeng.

Wan Feng subconsciously shot, throwing the sword in her hand towards Lu Yun, and then, her hands were intertwined with another magical power to repel the corpse flies.

The figure of the Millennium Zombie appeared and entered the passage.

Wan Feng's expression was tense, she just held the black donkey hoof in her hand, not giving way.

Lu Yun grabbed the magic sword in his backhand.

"Well, it's heavy!"

Lu Yun's hand sank and he almost fell to the ground by the sword.

Lu Yun forcibly lifted the sword in his hand and cut it towards a striped road on the wall.

Om——

There seemed to be a soft buzzing sound, accompanied by a small blue light flashing.

At this moment, Lu Yun felt that the heavy weight that had been on his heart suddenly disappeared.

"My lord, see you in the next life!"

At this moment, there was a desperate cry from Wan Feng's mouth, and she rushed towards the Millennium Zombie.

"Pull the wind! Just throw what you have in your hand. What are you doing?"

I just cut the lines open, almost exhausting all of Lu Yun's strength. Now he saw Wan Feng rushing towards the Millennium Zombie, yelling anxiously.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Wan Feng also reacted, and she hurriedly stopped and threw the black donkey hoof in her hand.

Boom!

The hooves of the black donkey split in mid-air, and the round glutinous rice emitted dim light, pouring towards the zombie.

"Black donkey hoofs that have not been roasted, really can't."

Lu Yun smiled bitterly at the black donkey hoof that exploded in mid-air.

He knew that he was a little impatient, and he should wait a few days, and it would not be too late to come in after making perfect preparations.

"Roar!!"

The Thousand-Year Zombie made a huge roar when he saw the glutinous rice spilled towards him.

The terrifying sound directly lifted Wan Feng's body and hit Lu Yun fiercely.

"It's going to die again."

Lu Yun sighed.

Om——

But at this moment, nine black dragon shadows suddenly appeared on Lu Yun's body, carrying a coffin.

Wan Feng's body hit Lu Yun's body, like a big cotton, warm and soft, and did not cause him any harm.

"This little girl is not too old... She is in good shape."

This is the only thing in Lu Yun's mind at the moment

The huge impact still lifted Lu Yun's body, and the two slammed into the wall.

On the wall, a small ripple flashed, and their bodies disappeared.

The line that was cut by Lu Yun also slowly healed.

Those glutinous rice spilled on the Thousand-Year Zombie's body, which slowed its actions a bit, but did not cause much damage to it.

The Millennium Zombie came to the wall, raised his arms, and slammed it against the wall, but the wall didn't move at all.

……

The brilliance of the night pearl illuminates this stone room.

The layout of the stone room is simple.

In the center is a huge stove, beside the stove, there is also a human-shaped statue standing. The place facing the stove is a closed stone gate.

Other than that, there is nothing else here.

After resting for a while, Lu Yun held Ye Mingzhu in his hand and got up embarrassedly.

"Chang Feng, are you okay."

Lu Yun coughed fiercely a few times before asking.

"The slave is okay."

Blood from the corner of Wan Feng's mouth, his face was pale, and he was obviously injured.

At this time, she sat cross-legged on the ground, quickly recovering from her injuries.

"My lord, the maidservant's mind is restored!"

Suddenly, Wan Feng said in surprise.

"Banfeng, I have told you how many times, don't call me an adult."

Lu Yun seriously corrected.

"It's... the son."

Ban Feng bit his lip and finally changed his name.

A smile flashed across Lu Yun's face.

"It's safe here. Heal your injuries first."

"Hmm."

After a while, Wan Feng's face recovered some blood, and she stood up.

"Huh? This stone statue looks like a real person."

Wan Feng stood up, walked to the stone statue, and rubbed it lightly.

The stone statue was cold, like an ice sculpture, and Wan Feng couldn't help but shudder.

"This should be a burial chamber, where the tomb owner's life is buried."

Lu Yun had already observed this stone room when healed the wind.

I found that there was nothing else here except the statue and the large furnace in the center. This burial object should be the large furnace.

"This is the alchemist's furnace!"

Suddenly, Wan Feng said in a pleasant surprise: "The pill furnace is buried, is it possible that the owner of the tomb is an alchemist?"

"Alchemist? Can an alchemist who can refine the nine-aperture golden core?"

Lu Yun asked hurriedly.

"This...the servants don't know. The Jiuqiao Golden Pill is a lost spirit pill. According to legend, even before it is lost, few alchemists can refine it."

Chang Feng shook his head, "But this pill furnace should be a spiritual weapon, it must be valuable!"

In Wan Feng's pair of bright eyes, there was almost light.

Lu Yun glanced at the pill furnace.

The whole body is bronze, about three to four meters high, and at least a few thousand catties in weight.

"Bring the wind, can you move it?"

Lu Yun asked with a wry smile.

Ban Feng shook his head blankly, "I can try to refine it, but it will take a few days."

"Forget it, for a few days... I guess I'm starving to death. Let's go to see elsewhere. Since I am an alchemist, there should be some magical medicine in this fairy tomb."

Lu Yun held Ye Mingzhu in his hand and walked towards the door of the stone room.

In ancient tombs, there should be choices and sacrifices. If you are clinging to something you can't get, then some changes may occur.

Huh----

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed.

Boom!

The Ye Mingzhu in Lu Yun's hand seemed to be hit by something and suddenly shattered.

The originally bright stone room was shrouded in pitch black.

"Big... Young Master!"

Wan Feng stepped forward and came to Lu Yun's side.

"What was that just now?"

Lu Yun frowned slightly, and he leaned against the wind vigilantly.

"I don't know."

Wan Feng replied.

Lu Yun only felt the hairs on his body and stood up suddenly.

"Who is talking?"

The frightened voice of Wan Feng sounded beside Lu Yun, "The voice of how to speak is the same as mine."

Wan Feng can hear that voice... But in her divine mind, there is no third person here except herself and Lu Yun!

But by the way, there was a strange voice!

"Bring the wind and light it."

Lu Yun forcibly calmed down, he shouted softly.

Slap!

Ban Feng snapped his fingers.

Slap!

In the darkness, on the other side, someone snapped his fingers.

Then, two small flames rose at the same time in the darkness.

With the dim light of fire, Lu Yun saw another person...another one!

"My son, the people around you are fake, I am the real."

The other Wan Feng’s face wore a sly smile.