Chapter two hundred and forty-eight finally see Mora
"Boom..." After a sound of heavy objects rubbing against the ground, the stone door of the main tomb chamber seemed to be opened. Chen Qiusheng and Daolong placed their weapons in front of them and looked inside.
The main tomb chamber is larger than other tomb chambers, which is more than ten meters long and six or seven meters wide. The most eye-catching thing is that there are three red coffins in the font shape inside.
"I said that such a large tomb is not buried with me? The emotional coffin has been moved to the main tomb chamber, and the other tomb chambers have been converted into rooms for refining weapons and alchemy!" Chen Qiusheng complained in his heart.
"Who?" Chen Qiusheng was about to have three coffins when he suddenly heard a low and hoarse voice, like an old crow roar. He looked in the sound and found that there was a man behind the main coffin facing him and two people soaking in the bathtub. The water in the bath was blood red, and the heat emitted was also bloody.
"You Daolong Grandpa!" Daolong scolded and rushed forward with his fist. The two pairs of fists were shining with their electric light, and their power was extremely extraordinary.
Hearing Daolong scolding, the man suddenly turned around, and he could see his high forehead, crooked nose and long face, and his typical appearance of a hawk-eyed wolf-gu-evil hero, which looked like a fierce look like a Moro I had seen before.
When Moro looked back and saw Dao Long attacking, he immediately shouted anger, turned around and met with his palms, his hands were covered in blood and sobbing, like a cry of evil ghosts.
"Bang!" Daolong's lightning fists faced Moro's blood and energy palms, and the light and blood collided, like a ray of light, which was very ornamental.
Daolong's attack was bonus with boxing gloves, and Moro's serious illness had not yet recovered, and his strength had not returned to his peak. In theory, Daolong's attack should have been dominant, but unexpectedly, after the two men fought each other for a moment, the blood rose, while the lightning on Daolong's fists was suppressed and occupied less and less.
This situation occurs because Moro occupies the right time and place in heaven. It is already night, and the yang is gone. It is still the winter when the yang energy is the lowest in the year. The thunder method is strong and the yang energy is yang. When it is used at this time, it cannot resonate with the pure yang energy of heaven and earth, and its power will naturally decrease. This is because the time and time are not there. In terms of the right place, this is an ancient underground tomb. There is more yin and less yang, which is very unfavorable to the Daolong Thunder Method. Besides, Moro sucks in the blood medicine bath for healing. Luck and restore magic power are faster than Daolong. Three times and five times, and Daolong is suppressed, completely among lovers.
"Help!" Dao Long shouted. In fact, Chen Qiusheng, who was his partner, was already preparing spells.
After Daolong greeted him, Chen Qiusheng took action. He jumped and landed on a coffin. With a trembling hand, five talismans flew out.
"Qi!" After the talisman took action, Chen Qiusheng pointed the tricks, and the five talismans turned into five icy arrows. The fog was confused, but the cold air of the mysterious ice talisman was combined into an arrow shape by Chen Qiusheng.
"Go!" Chen Qiusheng waved his left sleeve, and five black ice arrows shot from top to bottom at Moro with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Roar!" As soon as the ice arrow appeared, Moro began to accumulate strength. When it shot out, he roared and pushed Daolong back with a sudden push. When the ice arrow was about to hit, he jumped out of the bathtub, pulled up a wide red robe, rotated it, and put the robe on his body.
"Puff puff puff..." Moro dodged, and five black ice arrows shot into the blood-colored bath water that was emitting white air and exploded. Half of the bucket of water cooled quickly, ice crystals appeared on the surface, and then quickly frozen.
It turns out that Chen Qiusheng’s goal is not Moro, but this bucket of bath water that can make him perform very well.
"Swish!" Moro tied his belt, turned to face the two of them, and smiled sinisterly, "You drunkard, just come and die by yourself, but you even pulled a calf's nose as your companion. This heart is really poisonous."
"Moro, it's the shore to turn around. Come back with me, otherwise don't blame Dao for using thunder to hurt your life!" Daolong cursed, the lightning on the boxing gloves were shining, and the dirt was gone, revealing their true colors. It was bright silver, but it was woven with silver silk, and there were countless tadpole-like purple runes on it. It should be copper, and the whole boxing gloves were very gorgeous.
As a contemporary Tianshi junior, Daolong has a very high generation and status in Longhu Mountain. As a Taoist protector, he can be knitted with gold wire. The reason why he chooses silver is that it is the conductivity of silver, which is the best of metals. On copper and gold, the boxing gloves woven with silver wire are most suitable for the use of Tianshi Taoist thunder technique. According to legend, the inheritance token of Longhu Mountain and the Tianshi seal controlled by Tianshi masters in previous dynasties are also made of silver. Once activated, they can attract real Tianshi thunder.
While Daolong and Moro were making a fuss, Chen Qiusheng was also preparing spells. After Daolong said that, he waved his sword and earth fire appeared under Moro's feet.
"Crack!" Daolong also launched an attack at the right time. His fists hit each other. As the two fists collided, a silver light of thickness hit Moro.
With the thunder and earth fire, Chen Qiusheng and Daolong made a surprise match and came in tacitly to cooperate with the attack.
"Roar!" Moro roared angrily, covered with blood light. He stomped his feet, and the blood qi rushed to the ground, and the earth fire was pressed so hard that it could not lift its head. He stomped his feet, concentrated its efforts on his waist, and reached his arms, and pushed out with both hands. A blood-colored energy was crossed in front of the lightning like a shield. When he pushed it, it collided with the lightning.
Lightning collided with the blood-colored shield, and with a "bang", both of them collapsed, and the strong wind was swept four times, and the earth fire was directly destroyed, making Chen Qiusheng's blood tumbling, making him feel very uncomfortable.
In a collision, Daolong and Moro each took a step back. Chen Qiusheng, who was not the main attacker, adjusted his posture first and immediately rushed to Moro who had not yet stood firm.
After all, he was a demon who could escape from the Dragon Pond and Tiger Den (Long Tiger Mountain). Although Moro had not yet stood firm, his strength and combat experience were far above a young man like Chen Qiusheng. With his hands closed, he clamped the Sword of the Eternal Life, giving Chen Qiusheng a bare-handed blade. After a little slowing down, he stood firm, making the Sword of the Eternal Life that was only a short distance from his chest unable to make another point.
At this time, Daolong also stood firm. As soon as he knocked his hands, another lightning bolt flew out and hit Moro's head.
Moro, with his hands closed, so as not to quickly hit lightning, his lips opened and closed quickly. After chanting a spell that Chen Qiusheng could not understand in a strange tone, a blood-colored skeleton emerged and blocked the lightning.
The blood skull appeared, and Moro did not stop the spell, his mouth still opened and closed quickly, spitting out strange notes with high and low fluctuations. As the spell continued, the blood skull became clearer and clearer.
With a "bang", lightning bombarded the blood skull, and the skull and lightning both dissipated. However, with the Moro spell, the blood and energy left behind the skull were not destroyed, and they were combined into a new skull again. As the spell became clearer and more real, emitting a captivating aura, as if they wanted to choose someone to eat.
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Chapter completed!