The more I thought about it, the more desperate I felt in my heart.

And Lan Yutang seemed to be afraid that she was desperate enough, and kept sighing on the side, looking sad that she was going to die or live, and said slowly:

As for me, although I really wanted to slaughter this bastard guy with my own hands, and now that this guy has finally been slaughtered, I should have been happy to see his head in front of me, but, I don't know why, I'm so happy now.

Perhaps, it's because I know that the skeleton patterns on our bodies are about to cover our bodies, and we don't have a few hours of life.

Alas, there is still a head left behind after the death of the fire dragon as a memorial, but what we are left with is probably a black piece of carbon shavings.

If we had just kept the Yunzhuang that had been standing still and adjusting our breath, perhaps, the Gu poison of the "Three Days of Floating Life" would have flinched more slowly, but we had just shot again and again, I think, we might not be able to survive even an hour now.

You see...... Speaking of this, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves, waved at Shang Tianxiang his arm, which was already completely covered by the gossip skeleton pattern, and said with a wry smile:

You see, my skull pattern has covered all of my upper body, and now I guess only the part below the calf is left, and I don't know how long it will last.

Shang Tianxiang looked at his black arm, and then at the head of the fire dragon xie on the ground that was thrown between the human-faced skeletons, and also sighed, and said:

Alas, perhaps, in another twelve hours, no, ten hours, five hours, in the rivers and lakes, there will be no more Shang Tianxiang and the immortal phoenix.

Actually, I don't care, I'm just an ordinary Shang Tianxiang, I don't have the stamina as strong as a flame, nor do I have nine lives, and death is expected.

However, your Lan Yutang is completely different, aren't you an immortal phoenix who can't be killed, if others accidentally come here in the future, and then, see you, the famous immortal phoenix in the rivers and lakes, actually died here, then what do you think others?

Hearing this, Lan Yutang gently tapped the back of his head with the end of the jade flute, as if thinking about this question, and then he suddenly laughed and said lightly:

I think others must think it's funny, the undead phoenix that can't be killed is not killed by others in the end, but was actually trapped alive in this miraculous palace, which is really an excellent irony.

Or it can be deduced from this that it is funny to say that I am not the unbeatable name of Phoenix in the rivers and lakes before, it turns out that it is just bluffing.

Shang Tianxiang looked at him, as if he felt very strange, glared at him, showed a trace of anxiety on his face, and said: You are really, everyone is about to die, you can still laugh?

Lan Yutang held the elbow of his right hand with his left hand, and then gently tapped his nose with the end of the jade flute, as if he was thinking about something.

After hearing Shang Tianxiang's words, he turned to look at her, and then, with a slight smile, he crossed his right hand and left hand together, and said:

You don't know about this, it's because we're all dying, so we have to laugh more while we're not dead, otherwise, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to laugh again in the future.

Then, Shang Tianxiang actually laughed too, the frightened look on his face suddenly swept away, and he kept nodding his head and laughing: What you said seems to have some truth.

Their laughter lingered in the empty temple, and the low, gloomy echo shook the fireworks of the torches on the walls.

I don't know if they thought it was funny in the first place, or if they wanted to use the laughter to calm their hearts and lure the two mysterious people out.

This temple, which was already full of mystery, seemed even more terrifying and empty against the backdrop of their laughter.

However, the two mysterious people who had been watching their movements in the shadows, as if they had already seen through what kind of trick they were playing, they laughed for a long time, and waited for a long time, but no sound sounded again.

In the end, even they themselves felt that they were laughing tastelessly, so they stopped laughing, and the two of them looked at each other like that.

The cave began to be silent again.

The silence began to stretch through the temple, stretching ...... Even the torches on the walls on either side could not stand the silence and became in a trance, and then suddenly went out.

As the torches were extinguished, the illusion of the temple disappeared with it, and the long, narrow and dull corridor was restored.

The corridor was filled with gold and jewels, as well as white bones, and the head of the fire dragon that had been thrown from the outside was still in the pile of skeletons.

Although the light in the corridor was dim, Huo Longxie's head was extremely conspicuous.

In the darkness, the gold jewels scattered on the floor of the corridor shimmered like stars, cold, bleak, obscure and full of death.

However, they suddenly felt that the pearls of these treasures had suddenly turned into countless breathtaking ghost fires in an instant, stretching in all directions.

As the ghost fire flickered, their hearts began to tighten slowly.

It was as if they had heard the footsteps of the Grim Reaper from hell, knock-knock-knock-

It was as if death was walking slowly, slowly towards the place where they stood, and each sound of footsteps seemed to step on their hearts.

Although they had been trying to control their fears before, they had now begun to think about death.

Perhaps, this is really the place where they are buried, and these white bones on the ground have been with them for many years.

These people who have died a long time ago still have at least a pile of white bones left, and they are probably left with a pile of carbon shavings in the end, and then, dried by the wind, and scattered in the vast red dust with the dust.

Thinking of this, Lan Yutang suddenly shook his shoulders, as if he felt a little cold.

Oh, it looks like the wind is blowing.

At this moment, the wind blowing from somewhere made the already faint light of the gold jewelry scattered all over the ground even more dim.

Lan Yutang reached out and took a torch from the stone walls on both sides, and then, taking out the flint from his arms, rubbing it a few times, and lit the dusty torch.

Then, the torch suddenly struck out and swung it towards the stone wall.

The torches immediately lit the torches hanging on both sides of the stone wall one by one, and the cave was brightly lit.

I don't know from which direction a slight wind blew again, and the light of the torch swayed slightly in the wind.

In the darkness, the gold jewels, the white bones, and the dark torches are intertwined into a mysterious scene, and the shadows are longing, and even emit bursts of rancid stench.

Lan Yutang's body shook suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, holding the torch in his left hand, and holding Shang Tianxiang's hand in his right hand to meet the flame of the torch and walking in the opposite direction.

If there is wind, there will be gaps, and where there are gaps, maybe it will be the exit.

However, when they really tried to follow the wind to find the mysterious exit, the wind suddenly stopped, and the torch in their hands regained its stability again, as if it had never shaken.

The two of them fell into an inexplicable tremor again.

Perhaps, the two mysterious men suddenly burst out of the darkness and stabbed them to death with a sword, or shook them to death with a palm, or maybe they would feel comfortable dying.

However, the mysterious man seemed to be deliberately torturing them, but he was reluctant to do so, and this psychological feeling almost drove them crazy.