Chapter 17 Tomb Raiders (I)

Zhao Xiaofeng stopped and calmed down.

Cool cold, in an instant, penetrated into his skin, flesh and bone marrow.

Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but tremble all over, and his pale little face suddenly turned purple, his lips trembled, and his teeth were quainted. Zhao Xiaofeng lived a difficult life. Even in the cold winter, he was wearing thin clothes, his feet were wearing straw sandals, and even straw sandals. The difficult and difficult days made him tough as steel. He was not afraid of the cold, but now he was so cold that he was about to shrink into a ball. Zhao Xiaofeng's body was trembling rapidly, and his body was unstable. Could it be that

Just lay down like this and freeze to death here? Zhao Xiaofeng roared, stabilized his body, and slowly moved forward with difficulty. His feet were completely numb and there was a possibility of falling down at any time. Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly had a sudden idea, maybe it would be better if he fell down. He could climb over by himself as soon as this idea came out, and he completely denied it. Because Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly saw the half-white path under his feet, and there was no idea when it was full of icicles.

The icicle is so strange, as if it emerges from the ground, with a pointed head facing upwards.

Zhao Xiaofeng was shocked. If he fell down accidentally, he might be pricked by the icicles under his feet.

Now the difficulty is increasing again. Not only do you have to move forward, but you also have to maintain your body balance and always worry about falling.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Every time he took a step, Zhao Xiaofeng used his strength to feed himself. His legs were no longer in charge and he was at risk of falling down at any time. Zhao Xiaofeng bent down and rubbed his knee joints with his two frozen hands. His numb legs had a trace of consciousness. Zhao Xiaofeng was overjoyed and took the opportunity to move forward desperately.

One step, two steps, three steps... Suddenly, Zhao Xiaofeng's soles slipped, his body lost his balance, and he fell forward.

There are dozens of sharp icicles on the ground.

Zhao Xiaofeng's body suddenly arched, and his hands were supported on the ground...

An icicle stabbed his left palm, and blood suddenly flowed out and dyed the ground red.

The white ground and red blood look particularly dazzling.

What surprised Zhao Xiaofeng was that the blood dripping onto the ground and a fog rose. The cool coldness suddenly eased a lot, and a warm current poured into his body, making him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. But this feeling was just something that happened in an instant, and the cool cold came again. Zhao Xiaofeng was frozen all of a sudden, and his whole body was like a bow standing on the ground. It was impossible to straighten his waist. Zhao Xiaofeng was not scared. He wanted to take a gamble. This was his last chance. If he succeeded, he might be able to leave alive. If he failed, he might be frozen here.

Zhao Xiaofeng raised his face and looked ahead.

There are still more than ten steps away, and it is about to reach the second half of the two heavens of ice and fire.

Zhao Xiaofeng opened his mouth with difficulty, and the heat exhaled from his mouth suddenly condensed into ice. He put his mouth to his arm, roared, and bit it desperately with all his strength...

Blood sprayed onto the ground, and fogs rose again.

Warm currents poured into Zhao Xiaofeng's body. Zhao Xiaofeng's body could move. He seized this fleeting opportunity and ran out...

The cool cold disappeared completely. It seemed like a big hot pot that greeted Zhao Xiaofeng, perhaps even hotter than the big hot pot.

From extreme cold to extreme heat, dozens of big holes in Zhao Xiaofeng's skin and muscles were cracked.

Blood oozed out of the big hole. Zhao Xiaofeng's whole body was stained with blood. The wound on his arm just now was the worst, and the blood was flowing the most.

The heat wave wrapped around Zhao Xiaofeng, making him feel difficult to breathe. Zhao Xiaofeng held his breath and rushed forward desperately. A heat wave came and pushed him back several steps away, almost pushing him to the half-white road just now.

Zhao Xiaofeng felt regretful. It seemed that he could not rush hard, so he could only walk step by step. He pulled off a piece of clothes and wrapped it around his injured arm.

Zhao Xiaofeng moved forward a few steps, and he felt the soles of his feet burning. He looked down and saw that the soles of a pair of soft-mouthed cloth shoes had fallen off, and the uppers of the shoes were wrinkled together, sticking to Zhao Xiaofeng's ankle bone.

Zhao Xiaofeng stepped on the red ground with barefoot. The red ground was like a burning soldering iron burning Zhao Xiaofeng's barefoot. The pain came in a burst of heart-wrenching pain. I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or difficulty breathing, Zhao Xiaofeng just moved forward two steps and felt dizzy. He stopped, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples hard with his hands.

Zhao Xiaofeng was already sweating profusely, and the sweat mixed with blood dripped from his body.

Sweat flows into the wound, and it hurts like a knife.

Zhao Xiaofeng bit his lips, and his lips were bleeding! He repeatedly reminded himself to be calm, be awake, and never faint. Zhao Xiaofeng knew that once he fainted here, he would never have the chance to wake up again. Once he fell down, it would not take long for the heat waves here to dry up!

Zhao Xiaofeng staggered forward with barefoots.

One step, two steps, three steps... it got closer and closer to the exit. Suddenly his eyes went dark and he fell heavily to the ground. The hot ground burned his face. He couldn't open his eyes. He only felt that he was falling into the abyss of darkness. He was about to faint, he was going to die! He seemed to see the little ghosts in the underworld waved to him... Zhao Xiaofeng is not afraid of death! But how could he die? He thought of the death of his parents, the deep hatred of the Zhao family, and the Hanxinru

The grandmother who had raised herself up also thought of the chimpanzee who sacrificed her life to save her, and the little rabbit with tears in her eyes... Although Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't shout it out, his heart was already calling out: "I can't die, nor will I die!" Zhao Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes... As soon as he felt it, he climbed forward, and he must never stop now. Once he stopped, he might not even have the chance to climb. His blood dyed the red ground even more

Hong. I don’t know when his lips were dry and chapped, his tongue was blistered, his cheeks were burnt, and his nose was bleeding... Zhao Xiaofeng could hardly find a complete place. His blood was flowing, his sweat was flowing, and it would not take long, the blood on his body would dry and the sweat would be gone. He couldn’t care about this, as long as he had a breath, he would crawl out... His hands could no longer use strength, his legs were no longer conscious, he

His limbs could not move, but he still didn't stop. He actually supported the ground with his abdomen and wriggled forward like an earthworm... He still wanted to roll on the ground, but unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to turn over... He never dreamed that one day he would squirm on the ground like an earthworm. Zhao Xiaofeng didn't look up and looked forward. It would take effort to look up. Now, even a slight strength cannot be wasted. He had to use all his strength to wriggle forward...

Suddenly, the heat wave disappeared, and a fresh air flowed into Zhao Xiaofeng's nostrils, into his blood, and into his whole body.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng looked up, he saw the graceful fog rising. Behind him was the half-white and half-red path, the only exit of the Demon Sword Pool - the Two Heavens of Ice and Fire. Zhao Xiaofeng shed tears in excitement, and he finally walked out of the Two Heaven of Ice and Fire alive.

The rising mist wrapped around Zhao Xiaofeng. Zhao Xiaofeng actually stood up and was full of strength. What's going on? Could it be that the amplification effect of the Demon Sword Pond has been activated?

The fog in front of him became thicker and thicker. There was no water at the exit of the Magic Sword Pond.

Zhao Xiaofeng just walked forward a few steps and found that the thick fog had all gathered on him. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt his body floating up, floating faster and higher and higher... Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but look down at the foot. There was the mysterious spiritual world under his feet. In just a blink of an eye, he flew over Jiuyou Cliff, and there was an endless forest of beasts under his feet. Zhao Xiaofeng simply closed his eyes and rested. He didn't know where the thick fog was going to take him...

There is no star or moon. Everything is silent.

Zhao Jingcheng, the capital of the Great Zhao Empire, was completely shrouded in the night. The former Lingjiao Temple had long become the tomb of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. It was silent here, and the four old soldiers who protected the tombs had already fallen asleep. The two lanterns emitted a dim light, but could not illuminate the dark night.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted from the darkness, and the fragrance suddenly floated into the room of the old army guarding the tomb... After a moment, a person flashed out like a ghost. The dim light shone on his face. He was wearing a bronze mask on his face. He didn't even look at the guards in the room. He was very confident in his demon soul fragrance. Not to mention that these four old soldiers, even a small team of more than a hundred people, could knock them down in an instant. According to his conservative estimate, these four old soldiers would have to sleep for at least three days and three nights.

Not far ahead, the towering tombstone is the entrance to the tomb. This tombstone is very strange. It is dozens of times wider and dozens of times higher than an ordinary tombstone. There is no carving or any text on it. It is just a huge rough stone slab that looks like a stone wall.

The visitor took a long breath and slowly took off the bronze mask on his face. A white face showed up, and there was always a chill on his face. Han Bing, this person was Han Bing! Han Bing is one of the top ten masters under Prince Zhao Xian. Why is he here for so late?

Hanbing quickly walked to the tombstone, stretched out his jade-like palm, and gently stroked the cold tombstone. The tall tombstone suddenly shook and slowly sank in a flash. The tall tombstone completely sank to the ground, with a huge rectangular black hole exposed on the ground.

Hanbing took out a black cloak from his arms and draped it on his body, then jumped down. In the darkness, Hanbing felt that his feet had stepped on the huge tombstone. The tombstone did not stop, but was still slowly sinking.

Han Bing's heart was pounding, and he didn't know how deep the tomb of the former emperor Zhao Xun was. At that time, Master Jingxiu of Lingjiao Temple "buryed Zhao Xun's sword". Han Bing saw with his own eyes that the huge demon sword drew a circle around Lingjiao Temple and then hit it in the air. Master Jingxiu, who had a high cultivation level, sank into the ground with the demon sword and Zhao Xun's coffin. There was a ruin on Lingjiao Temple, but the ruins were covered with green grass in an instant. On the surface, it seemed that nothing had happened. But Han Bing knew that this was Zhao Xun's tomb! This towering stone wall was a tombstone and the entrance to the tomb. How to enter the tomb is a big secret. The Great Zhao Empire would never know more than five people. Unexpectedly, Han Bing knew this secret. Who told him the secret? What did he come here for?

Thank you for your attention! I will transform my strange thoughts into ups and downs and dedicated them to everyone! I hope you will give me some advice! Thank you!
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