"These snake eggs should be born from this female snake."

Wushuang said, a cluster of flames split in his hand, and with a light bounce, it bounced on the head of the monk on the ground.

The snake egg is not an adult black snake, but at its weakest time. When her high-grade fire bombs like the Netherworld Red Lotus, the snake eggs exploded one after another, and the little snake inside was burned to death in an instant!

The female snake nailed to the wall struggled wildly, with a sharp roar.

But Wushuang cannot have any sympathy. These black snakes want their lives. They are the murder tools cultivated by the owner of the tomb.

After all the snake eggs died, the head of the infirmly burnt monk's corpse finally closed its dark eyes and suddenly turned into ashes.

This monk had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years and should have turned into dust.

As soon as the monk died, the female snake nailed to the wall became depressed, as if she had been drained and angry.

Wushuang Fu Yao and the other three had their eyes lit up, and a thought flashed through their hearts at the same time.

The monk's body is the carrier of the black snake. If the monk's body is gone, these black snakes will lose their original vitality!

In order to test whether this idea was true, Fu Yao used his Nether Flame Sword to chop the female snake on the wall, and this time he cut the female snake into two pieces! In other words, if the carrier is lost, the black snake's power will be much weaker.

The female snake that was cut into two pieces was not dead. Fu Yao chopped the snake's head again, and the snake's head was cut in half, and the snake's body finally stopped twisting.

"Finally dead."

Fu Yao tsk.

The old Taoist went up, picked up the female snake's body and looked at it, stroked it with an unparalleled fan a few times, and pulled out an inner elixir the size of a thumb from the female snake's body.

"This is a good material for refiners."

As he said that, he threw the inner alchemy to Wushuang. Wushuang looked at it and nodded in recognition. This inner alchemy was extremely hard and was indeed suitable for refining weapons. Perhaps this inner alchemy had other functions.

However, she was more interested in venomous fangs. She asked the old Taoist to help her break the venomous fangs. She had seen the venom of the black snake corrode the floor, and the venom sprayed from the black snakes outside the fire wall was also making the flames less and less powerful.

But after she took a few pills, the power of the Xuanling came back, and the power of the Netherworld Red Lotus was not diminished at all.

"The venom is hidden in the poisonous fangs, Wushuang, be careful." The old Taoist broke the poisonous fangs off.

Wushuang looked at it, curled her lips and said, "I am refining a fairy pill that lacks a very toxic substance. This venom can play a role."

Moreover, this venom can also refine poisonous elixir powder, which can be said to be a home trip. Oh no, it is a must-have item for killing and setting fire!

Her eyes suddenly became hot when she looked at the dense black snakes outside the fire wall.

Fortunately, those black snakes have no intelligence, otherwise they would be furious in their hearts at this moment.

"Senior brother, old man, I'll help me collect venom later!"

Wushuang said loudly. After the two of them responded loudly, her green fan passed through the fire wall directly, and cut the monks inside into half like cutting tofu. At the same time, she divided countless clusters of tiny flames and bounced out. Puff puff puff puff puff puff, snake eggs exploded in the flames!

As soon as the snake egg died, the monk's body turned into ashes. Soon, the huge tomb suddenly became wider, leaving only tens of thousands of black snakes outside the fire wall!

The monk's body disappeared and the black snake's ability decreased. In a short while, the Netherworld Red Lotus burned many black snakes to death.

Fu Yao and the old Taoist rushed up and slashed at the black snake group!

Unparalleled green fans flew around, cutting off countless black snakes' heads. The ground was full of black snake corpses, and there was no place to take their feet.

The black snake had black blood, and the entire tomb chamber smelled fishy and a rotten smell, which was really not pleasant.

Wushuang was disgusted with this environment and started more quickly. The three of them joined forces, and soon the black snakes died.

Lao Dao and Fu Yao collected the inner alchemy and venom for her. After collecting a little, Wushuang called them to stop.

"Senior brother, old man, don't worry about these things. Look, all these black blood has flowed into these grooves, as if gathering towards somewhere!"

Wushuang pointed to the groove under her feet, and all the black blood of the black snake penetrated into it, gathering together, flowing downwards at a rapid speed.

The old Taoist expression changed, and he quickly took out the Tianji compass, chanting the heavenly stems and earthly branches and various complex things, and was calculating what he was doing.

After a while, the old Taoist suddenly put away the Tianji compass and said to Wushuang and Fu Yao with an extremely solemn expression:

"This is the Nine-Serial Dead Tomb. If the old Taoist expected it to be good, the entrance has been sealed and the next serial mechanism will be opened."

"What!"

Fu Yao's expression changed drastically and he quickly teleported backwards, but soon, he stopped.

"Junior sister, the entrance has indeed been sealed! It was sealed unknowingly! We have no way out."

Wushuang teleported over, and the road was blocked from the middle. Even if he came in from the initial entrance, it was a dead end and could not enter any further. Her first thought was to worry that the emperor would worry. She subconsciously touched the fine ring and suddenly her expression condensed. She could not feel the emperor from the fine ring and could not contact him.

She tried the transmission of the voice and found that it could not be transmitted at all.

"Our contact with the outside world has also been broken." She looked at Fu Yao and the old Taoist and said.

"This tomb is so weird! Junior sister, we can only continue to move forward now."

The old Taoist nodded: "That's right, we have passed one series of nine series of dead tombs, and there are eight series left. If we can pass all of them, we can go out. Perhaps the coffin of the Lord Dingchan is at the end."

Wushuang understood that in his heart, he was even more curious about the Lord Dingchan. Who was he? Why did he design such a dead tomb? Or did he hide too many good things and don’t want people to get it, so he created this kind of tomb that is without life.

In short, she felt that Venerable Dingchan was definitely not a good person, otherwise she would not have sacrificed so many monks to raise a "tomb-looking snake" for him. This behavior is no longer worthy of being called a Buddhist who is compassionate.

"Who is there!"

At this moment, Wushuang suddenly looked at the wall with a sharp look.

Neither Fu Yao nor the old Taoist felt the existence of someone, but they both made a defensive gesture and protected Wushuang behind them.

But for a long time, there was no movement by the wall, which made the two of them think that Wushuang was feeling wrong.

"Come out!" Wushuang frowned slightly, and the blue fan on his hand showed sharp thorns.

"Amitabha."

At this time, the corner of the robe appeared beside the wall, and a man's voice came from there.
Chapter completed!