As the minutes passed, Jiang Nanjun began to feel discouraged, sitting on a rock, snorting and panting. At this moment, Fu Bo jumped over, squatted on another rock, and looked at him with his head obliquely.

"Uncle Fu, if you want to say anything, you can say it directly. He was busy for a long time, clueless, and seemed a little impatient.

Fu Bo lowered his head, arched his hand, and looked at his waist, he understood that Fu Bo was asking him to take out the Yin Yan Sword.

With the flip of his wrist, the internal force was everywhere, and the cold and shining Yin Sword had been held in Jiang Nanjun's hand. When Uncle Fu saw that his sword was unsheathed, he didn't say a word, and spread his wings and slashed towards the blade of the sword, which was as sharp as clay.

Suddenly, Jiang Nanjun exclaimed unexpectedly: "Uncle Fu, what are you doing here?"

He wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and he saw that Fu Bo's batwing wings had already fallen to the ground, and blood gushed out from the wound section, splashing all over the back of the sword, and actually penetrated through the cold light.

Ignoring the pain of the broken wing, the old slave turned sideways and thrust his other wing into his sword-holding hand. Jiang Nan Junshang was immersed in the pain of his sudden loss of a wing, and he was not caught off guard, and the Yin Yan Sword was knocked out of his hand by him, and flew straight to a flat mountain wall not far from the two of them.

When the sword reached the mountain wall, there was a loud noise, and the mountain wall was forcibly split by the Yin Yan Sword that had just been soaked in the blood of the bat demon, and where the stones fell, a dark and dull hole without a trace of light was revealed.

Fu Bo regained his body at this time, but he had already lost an arm, and fell to the ground moaning, blood continued to gush out of the wound.

Jiang Nanjun couldn't care about the entrance of the ancient tomb anymore, leaned over and hugged the old slave in his arms, and exclaimed bitterly: "Uncle Fu, what the hell is going on? Why did you harm yourself?"

Fu Bo replied weakly: "Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor killed countless people during his lifetime, for fear that after his death, the enemy would find him and destroy his mausoleum, so he left a blood seal at the entrance of the tomb, and the blood of non-demon spirits could not be unsealed. You are mortal, and the eyes of mortals cannot find the entrance. Since you don't listen to the old slave's persuasion and insist on entering the ancient tomb, the old slave can only use the blood of my bat demon to unseal it for you. Childe, you can go in now. ”

"Uncle Fu......" Jiang Nanjun choked in his throat and couldn't speak. He only felt that he owed Uncle Fu too much in his life.

After bandaging Fu Bo's wounds, and letting him lie flat on a boulder to rest, and then leaving the Ugin knife for him to need, Jiang Nanjun carried the Yin Sword and walked to the entrance of the ancient tomb. Fu Bo kept watching his back disappear at the entrance, and his old eyes were full of reluctance.

Jiang Nanjun walked through the dark entrance of the cave and entered the cave, feeling that he had stepped on a flat place.

He took out the fire fold, blew it and shone it around, and sure enough, he saw that he was standing on a road with neat bluestone paving and clear lines. At intervals on both sides of the wall, there were torches of pine and ming, so he walked all the way and lit the torches, and the road behind him soon became bright.

But just as he was concentrating on exploring the way, he suddenly found that under his feet, a dark shadow reflected by the firelight appeared, this shadow wings fluttered, and the phoenix crown floated, and he exclaimed under scrutiny: "Feng'er!"

Feng Nie left the top of the cave and landed on the ground, with an angry face.

"Jiang Nan Zimo, I guessed a long time ago that you would break your promise!" her delicate face was as annoyed as pear blossoms, and she was fascinated by him for a while. But remembering that he was in danger at the moment, he quickly turned his mind around,

"Feng'er, it's not that I want to break my promise, exploring the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb is a matter of nine deaths and a lifetime, how can I bear to let you and me go into danger together!"

Feng Nie knew that he would say this, of course, this was indeed the real reason, but he still didn't give up: "I don't care, what I Feng Nie said is like gold, and I won't break my word." Since I said that no matter what happens, I will stay by your side and help you, then at this moment, I will be here. Anyway, this girl is going to follow you this time, whatever you want!"

Jiang Nanjun really didn't know how to deal with this little woman's rude nonsense, so he could only shake his head helplessly, neither paying attention to her nor driving her away, just turned around with an indifferent face and continued to move forward.

Although his expression was cold enough, Feng Nie knew that he had won again, smiled proudly, and followed closely. (To be continued.) )