Chapter 1251 Entering the Dungeon

After returning to the tent, Liu Jun then breathed a sigh of relief. He could not resist the hundreds of pairs of eyes that were about to eat people just now.

"What? Are you still unhappy if you kill someone?" Liu Jun rubbed Mao Binbin's hair.

Mao Binbin lowered his head and was in a low mood. "No, you made a bun for you, you didn't even eat it."

Liu Jun smiled and took out three buns. "Several of them were trampled in the cage, and only these are the best ones, just one of us."

Just as Liu Jun and his friends were eating buns in the tent, a basket of buns triggered a bloody crime, which caused a sensation in the entire camp.

Especially the words Liu Jun said when he left, which made countless people even more indignant.

But no one dared to cause trouble for Liu Jun and the others. Even Yue Bufan, the leader of Huashan, was unwilling to provoke Liu Jun again.

Of course, the main reason is that Liu Jun’s identity has not been exposed. In the eyes of these forces, he is a black snake sect envoy with great strength but extremely rampant.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is time to set out into the dungeon.

In the past three days, the Western Region Alliance and other forces mobilized countless manpower and material resources. If they wanted to search for Liu Jun's traces, they all returned in vain. Not to mention Liu Jun, they didn't even see a hair.

It’s not that they didn’t suspect that Liu Jun had sneaked in, but they checked the entire camp several times but couldn’t find Liu Jun.

Because no one dared to check the tents of the Black Snake Sect's Snake, even if they flipped around dozens of times, they would never find Liu Jun.

As time comes, the forces can only organize people to enter the dungeon first, and strictly control the entrance of the dungeon to prevent Liu Jun from infiltrating.

A large area of ​​open space has been cleared out in front of the camp, and some powerful masters have also come.

For example, the respected old senior Xiaoyao Sanren in the world of cultivation, there are also Kunlun School Chongjizi, Dalumen Muyi Zhenren, Kuqing Abbot from Shaolin, the Western Regions, Yunfeng Tianshi from Longhu Mountain, and the intelligent mage from Shaolin Temple, etc.

Each of them is considered a long-standing figure in the world of cultivation, and this lineup is definitely considered luxurious.

"Everyone, there was a barrier in this dungeon. Now the barrier has disappeared, and everyone can enter the treasure hunt. But there is one thing I want to remind everyone, that is, risks and opportunities coexist. There are some treasures here, but dangers are everywhere. I hope you can do it within your ability."

As the first practitioner to discover and enter the dungeon, the entrance to Xiaoyao Sanren Dungeon is sincerely persuaded everyone.

But not many people took his words to heart. Everyone's thoughts were very simple. What dangers could not be withstood by thousands of practitioners entering the dungeon?

"Senior, you should get out of here as soon as possible. Life and death are destined to be rich and noble in heaven"

"Senior Xiaoyao, this is our own choice, thank you for your kindness"

"Senior, thank you for your reminder, get out of the way"

All the practitioners were impatient and held their breath, thinking of getting ahead of others, discovering the treasure earlier, and taking it for themselves.

"Get in" Xiaoyao Sanren sighed and stood aside.

There is a saying that goes, "The Unknowledge is fearless." With his strength, he almost didn't come out when he first entered the dungeon.

This group of people feels that it’s okay if there are too many people. In fact, in the face of some dangers, it’s not necessarily useful.

"Let's go, let's go in too." The heavy machine of the Kunlun School took the lead in bringing people into the dungeon.

Other forces also followed in. More than 90% of the practitioners entered the dungeon, and only a few practitioners stayed to guard the camp.

The camp, which was bustling a few hours ago, became quiet in an instant.

After entering the dungeon, the practitioners divided into countless small groups, searched in various directions, and looked for treasures.

The major forces did not stop at all and advanced straight to the depths of the dungeon, while Liu Jun and others mingled in public.

But this time they did not wear the clothes of the Black Snake Sect, but the clothes of the Great Romon, which were all given to them by Lin Liuzhi.

After all, Liu Jungang used his identity as the Black Snake Sect to hit Yue Bufan, the leader of Huashan, and then came in wearing a dress from the Black Snake Sect, which was a bit conspicuous.

On the way forward of the large army, countless pottery warriors appeared. These warriors held various weapons in their hands, with majestic and murderous expressions, making people shudder.

The appearance of these warriors is almost exactly the same as the warriors Liu Jun encountered when he visited Hu Hai’s imperial tomb before.

"Break these terracotta warriors" Liu Jun and his team, the leader of the large army, was the head of Daluomon and Mu Yizhen.

Although Mu Yizhen didn't know what these warriors were useful, these warriors gave him a feeling of uneasiness, so he immediately ordered the destruction of the warriors.

"Bang, rush" sounds of slamming the warriors one after another, and the ground was covered with scattered ceramic fragments. In a short while, all the scattered warriors in this ten-mile radius were smashed to pieces.

"It's too cruel. Are these people, clay people not humans? If I were clay people, I had to deal with them." Liu Jun hid among the crowd and complained.

"These clay men don't know how to move, and they can't even get rid of them if they want to."

Tian Hu looked at the smashed clay men and sighed.

Liu Jun blinked, "Who said he wouldn't move?"

When Tian Hu and Mao Binbin were wondering what Liu Jun meant, a "rattle" sound came from the sound of "rattle" around him.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

When the sight recovered, all the terracotta warriors that had just been smashed into pieces were restored to the past, as if the ones who had just smashed them were not these terracotta warriors.

"Don't panic, I don't believe it if I smash it again, this thing can be restored to its original state!" Mu Yi Zhenren shouted with a serious expression.

Although he was very confident when he said that, he actually had no confidence in his heart.

Because he didn't see clearly how these warriors were reorganized just now. There was a lot of weirdness everywhere here. He already regretted coming in. After all, he was beaten a few days ago and his wounds had not healed.

"M, a bunch of broken clay men pretending to be a ghost." A Great Romon disciple was jumped by the scene just now, came to his senses and slashed it directly with a sword.

With a "bang", sparks flew everywhere, and the sword of the Daromon disciple did not slash on the body of the terracotta warriors, but was blocked by the iron halberd in the hand of the terracotta warriors.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhentian shouted, and all the warriors came alive.

The eyes of these warriors were flashing with bloodthirsty red light, rushing towards the disciples of the Great Romon who were crowded together like a tide.

Screams, wails, and begging for mercy one after another. The disciples of the Great Romans on the periphery were disorganized at the moment when the warriors were resurrected and had no ability to resist.

Even if some people reacted and wanted to resist, they were still a little helpless when facing these terracotta warriors who were not painful or itchy and had no feeling of being cut by a sword.

"All the Great Romon disciples, follow me and break out!" Mu Yi Zhenren shouted with luck.

These warriors can be restored to their original state in less than a minute after they are broken. If they continue to fight like this, it will not take long for them to become lambs to be slaughtered due to exhaustion.

"Oh, it's so scary, no, I'm so scared." Liu Jun looked panicked and pulled Mao Binbin and Tian Hu to run around.

I saw Lin Liuzhi halfway, took Lin Liuzhi with me, and the four of them hid in a corner together.

"Master, what are these?" Lin Liuqi, although he was Elder Da Luomon, was the first time he had seen such a strange scene.

All the warriors were hollow, without any control devices, and there was no soul seal inside. They were just a hollow clay man, but they were extremely ferocious and defeated them.

"I guess it's related to that thing." Liu Jun pointed to the platform in the distance.

Originally, he thought these warriors were the same as those he encountered in the Hu Hai imperial tomb, but later he realized that they were just the same appearance.

In the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, each of the warriors has a soul in control.

And these ceramic terracotta warriors have nothing in it.

The few people looked in the direction Liu Jun pointed, and there was a high platform. On the platform, there was a flag with strange patterns constantly waving. There were eighteen war drums around the platform.

No one beats these war drums, but they keep making strange sounds. Normal drums should be "dongdongdongdong", and these eighteen-sided drums are "wuwuwu" sounds, just like a group of people crying.

"Yes, are there ghosts?" Mao Binbin's face turned pale. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of ghosts.

"It's not a ghost. Those war drums are made of human skin. Each war drum is sealed with hundreds of dead souls, so these war drums make such a strange sound on their own." Liu Jun explained.

Although this thing looks creepy, it is still nothing compared to the mass pits used for priests.
Chapter completed!