Heatherd was pinned down and unable to move, the magic ball in her hand rolling to the side.
The ball, her magic ball...
Heatherd reached out with difficulty to pick it up; it was her weapon. Without the magic orb, she was now an ordinary person, unable to use magic.
Lin Xi bent down and pressed down on the rolling magic ball. It was so hot, about 80 degrees Celsius, and the temperature was still rising.
The magic orb flashed faster, turning from red to black, as if it had been infused with blood, emanating an ominous aura.
This ball is extremely rich in blood and energy, made from hundreds of human skins, and is very elastic; it bounces three times when pressed.
Screams exploded in my ears, and countless souls roared and screamed.
Lin Xi couldn't keep such an evil thing around, so she stepped down on it.
"No!!"
Heatherd screamed in despair, "Stop! Stop it!!"
Crack! The magic ball shattered, turning into dust before her very eyes, and was then completely incinerated by a fire.
The magic ball was destroyed, and Heatherd's heart was broken.
Her subordinates died, her pets died, her weapons were gone, and her teammates pushed her into a dead end.
"Pfft—!!"
She suffered a severe backlash, with serious internal injuries, and her entire face was stained red with blood.
Heather looked up; this woman was too strong.
Without using weapons, he destroyed her exquisitely crafted, Yin-based magic orb, which she had painstakingly created over ten years by collecting human skins from various races.
Heatherd knew she wouldn't be able to get out today.
Even if she dies, she will drag the monk down with her, making this powerful woman kill Shikong.
Hehehe, Shikong, don't even think about escaping. We'll all be reduced to ashes together!
Heather grinned menacingly, "Don't kill me. I know a lot of things. The monk is the boss."
Lin Xi raised an eyebrow. "Continue."
The witch is covered in blood, and she has at least five hundred lives on her hands. Such a sinful person cannot be allowed to live. Let's hear how she tries to justify herself.
Heather's eyes shone brightly. As long as she didn't die today, there was still hope. The Lord God would definitely not abandon her.
She relentlessly spoke ill of Shi Kong, saying, "The monk killed three thousand people, loved collecting human heads, and needed to gnaw on a thigh bone every night to fall asleep."
"Monks like to eat offal, often steamed or deep-fried. I feel nauseous just from the smell, but I dare not resist. Monks can manipulate people's minds..."
Lin Xi interrupted the pointless chatter, "Why collect the fragments?"
“Because…” Heather rolled his eyes, “the monk likes things with a strong yin energy and ordered us to find fragments to satisfy his quirk.”
Lin Xi pulled out a handful of Heavenly Thunder Talismans. "Your words are worthless. Goodbye."
"No! No!!" Heather shouted, "The monk is nearby, go and grab him!"
"My Lord, I am your First Protector! Help me!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Heather's eyes widened as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.
Lin Xi's talisman stopped in mid-air. Before she could make a move, Heather grabbed her neck tightly, fell to the ground, and rolled her eyes back.
A very thin red thread emerged from the top of Heather's head. Lin Xi reached out and grabbed the thread, but the moment her fingers touched it, the red thread vanished, leaving behind a strong, fragmented aura.
There was no other aura, only fragments of yin energy.
Are these red lines made from scraps?
Lin Xi pondered. She had three fragments: the fragment the monk stole from Qingxin Temple, at least one from the deity, and another from the cemetery here.
So far, six have appeared.
What exactly are those dark fragments? What can they be pieced together to form?
Yun Yan and Daoist Jingyuan, one on each side, simultaneously reached out to check the witch's breath. "Little Grandmaster, she's dead. Her soul is gone."
"Yes." Lin Xi nodded. "The red thread connects to the soul. When the red thread disappears, her soul also disappears into the world. This God Lord is extremely ruthless and does not spare any of his subordinates."
A classic villain tactic: saying a key word will lead to immediate death.
Lin Xi asked, "Do you want the body?"
"Little Grandmaster, wait a minute."
Yun Yan took a few photos, turned the body over, and took a few more. "Alright, do whatever you want with it. It's not convenient for us to take it out right now."
Lin Xi dropped a Fiery Talisman and cremated the corpse on the spot. Ten seconds later, the ground returned to its original state.
Yun Yan asked in confusion, "Grandmaster, she died too quickly."
Lin Xi said calmly, "Someone did this on purpose."
The witch had a wound on her chest. Chaos usually travels in pairs, so it was very strange that she was alone here; she had been abandoned.
Yun Yan nodded. "I understand. The monk did it on purpose. Why did he do that?"
Lin Xi said, "Internal strife, let them go crazy, who cares what they're crazy about, this fragment is ours."
"Keep moving forward and find the main burial chamber."
"OK."
The group followed the ever-burning lamp forward, while Master Jingyuan picked up the peach wood sword and walked silently ahead.
Bird Feifei, Bear Xiazi, and Mushroom Qingqing followed closely behind, while Lin Xi and Yun Yan were at the very back.
The ever-burning lamps on both sides of the wall burn silently, illuminating the murals below.
The mural is exquisite, depicting people in ancient costumes crawling on the ground, with the sun and snake in the center, though a few scratches detract from its beauty.
Bird Feifei couldn't help but touch it, then took out her phone to take a picture. "What a pity, what a pity. The scratches are very new. It must have been done by those tomb raiders."
In the eyes of historians, the inscriptions and patterns in tombs represent traces of civilization in an era and are more important than gold and silver jewelry.
Bird Feifei's heart ached again. After taking the photos, he quickly ran away, wanting to avoid seeing it.
Passing through the eternally lit tomb passage, a circular burial chamber comes into view, with a golden nanmu coffin placed in the center.
Bird Feifei's eyes lit up. "That's the main burial chamber. We've arrived."
The main burial chamber is semi-circular, like a bowl covering the top. The entrance is also circular, with no door or guards, making it seem easy to enter.
Just as Niao Feifei lifted his leg, Master Jingyuan stopped him, "Wait."
"The little ostrich is hiding behind. Based on my sixty years of experience fighting zombies, there's definitely a big one in the coffin."
Master Jingyuan held his breath and moved forward a little bit, but the coffin did not change at all.
Even getting a little closer, there was still no change.
Master Jingyuan was baffled. "Strange, I can't smell any zombies. Could it be that there are no zombies in the main tomb chamber?"
He craned his neck to peek inside, his eyes darting around furtively, clearly sensing something amiss.
Lin Xi walked past the old man and swaggered in, saying, "Be serious, don't act like thieves. We're a regular army."
Master Jingyuan curled his lip, "You're the only one in the whole world who isn't afraid of thousand-year-old zombies."
With our junior master here, we're not afraid! Charge!
Master Jingyuan straightened his back and raised his chest. Just as he stepped across the threshold, the coffin suddenly flew out and struck him on the top of the head.
Holy crap!
The coffin bullies the weak and fears the strong; it's the young master who specifically bullies him.
Master Jingyuan skillfully covered his head and dodged.
The coffin spun in the air and flew back to its original position.
A female corpse sat up straight, her face was lifelike, her skin was like that of a normal person, she was extremely beautiful, and her abdomen was slightly swollen.
She gave a strange smile and parted her red lips slightly: "You've come."
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