Chapter 1254 Entering the Dungeon
After returning to the tent, Liu Jun relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't resist the hundreds of pairs of cannibalistic looks just now.
"What? Aren't you happy that I asked you to kill someone?" Liu Jun rubbed Mao Binbin's hair.
Mao Binbin lowered his head, feeling depressed. "No, I made the buns for you, but you didn't even eat them."
Liu Jun smiled and took out three buns. "There are some in the cage." A few of them were trampled, but these are the good ones, so we can have one each.”
Just when Liu Jun and the others were eating steamed buns in the tent, a murder caused by a basket of steamed buns caused a sensation in the entire camp.
Especially what Liu Jun said when he left made countless people angry.
It’s just that no one dares to trouble Liu Jun and the others. Even Yue Bufan, the leader of Huashan, is not willing to provoke Liu Jun again.
Of course, the main reason is that Liu Jun's identity has not been exposed. In the eyes of these forces, he is now a black snake cultivator with good strength but extremely rampant.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to set off into the dungeon.
In the past three days, the Western Region Alliance and other forces mobilized countless manpower and material resources to search for Liu Jun's traces, but all failed. Not to mention Liu Jun's hair, they did not see even a hair.
It's not that they didn't suspect that Liu Jun had sneaked in, but they checked the entire camp several times and couldn't find Liu Jun.
Because no one dared to check the tent of the Black Snake Cult's Snake Envoy, so even if they searched around dozens of times, they still couldn't find Liu Jun.
When the time comes, all the forces can only organize people to enter the dungeon and strictly control the entrance to the dungeon to prevent Liu Jun from sneaking in.
A large open space has been cleared in front of the camp, and some powerful figures have also arrived.
For example, there are the respected elders Xiaoyaosanren in the spiritual world, the Kunlun sect's heavy machine, Daluomen Muyi Zhenren, Abbot Kuqing of Shaolin in the Western Regions, Yunfeng Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, Master Zhizhi of Shaolin Temple, etc.
Each of them is a long-established figure in the spiritual world, and this lineup is definitely luxurious.
“Everyone, this dungeon originally had a barrier. Now that the barrier has disappeared, everyone can enter to hunt for treasure. But there is one thing I want to remind everyone, that is, risks and opportunities coexist. There are some things here. Treasures, but dangers are everywhere, I hope you can act according to your ability."
As the first practitioner to discover and enter the dungeon, Xiaoyao Sanren is at the entrance of the dungeon and sincerely advises everyone.
But not many people took his words to heart. Everyone's thoughts were simple. With thousands of practitioners entering the underground city, what danger could they not withstand?
"Senior, you'd better get out of the way as soon as possible. Life and death are determined by fate and wealth."
"Senior Xiaoyao, this is our own choice. Thank you for your kindness."
"Senior, Thank you for reminding me, please get out of the way."
All the practitioners were impatient and held their breath, just thinking about being one step ahead of others, discovering the treasure earlier, and taking it for themselves.
"Go in" Xiaoyao Sanren sighed and stood aside.
There is a saying that goes, those who don't know are fearless. With his strength, the first time he entered the dungeon, he almost didn't come out.
This group of people feel that having a large number of people will be fine. In fact, in the face of some dangers, a large number of people may not be useful.
"Let's go, let's go in too." The heavy machine of the Kunlun faction took the lead in leading people into the underground city.
Other forces also followed in. More than 90% of the practitioners entered the underground city, and only a few practitioners stayed to guard the camp.
The campground, which was bustling a few hours ago, suddenly became quiet.
After the practitioners entered the dungeon, they divided into countless small groups and searched in all directions to find treasures.
The big forces did not stop at all and headed straight into the depths of the underground city. Liu Jun and the others mingled with these forces in public.
It’s just that this time they didn’t wear the clothes of the Black Snake Cult, but the clothes of the Da Luomen, which Lin Liuzhi gave them.
After all, Liu Jung had just used his identity as the Black Snake Cult to beat Huashan leader Yue Bufan, and then he came in wearing the clothes of the Black Snake Cult, which was a bit conspicuous.
On the way forward of the large army, countless pottery warriors appeared. These warriors held various weapons in their hands. Their expressions were solemn and murderous, making people shudder.
The appearance of these terracotta warriors is almost identical to the terracotta warriors Liu Jun encountered when he visited Hu Hai's imperial mausoleum.
"Smash these warriors into pieces" Liu Jun and his large army are led by the leader of the Da Luo Sect, Mu Yi Zhenren. Although Muyi Zhenren didn't know the use of these warriors, they gave him an uneasy feeling, so he immediately ordered the destruction of the warriors.
"Bang, clatter" was heard one after another as the terracotta warriors were smashed. The ground was covered with scattered ceramic shards. In a short time, all the terracotta warriors within a radius of ten miles were smashed. A piece of shit.
"It's too cruel. Aren't these clay figures human beings? If I were a clay figure, I would have to deal with them." Liu Jun complained while hiding in the middle of the crowd.
"These clay figurines can't move. They can't be cleaned up even if they want to."
Tian Hu looked at the smashed clay figurines and sighed.
Liu Jun blinked, "Who said he can't move?"
When Tian Hu and Mao Binbin were wondering what Liu Jun meant by this, there were "swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish" all around. Voice.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
When the sight returned, the terracotta warriors that had just been smashed into pieces were all restored to their original appearance, as if what everyone had just smashed was not these terracotta warriors.
"Don't panic, everyone. If you smash it again, I won't believe that this thing can always return to its original shape!" Mu Yi shouted with a solemn expression.
Although he was confident when he said it, in fact, he had no confidence at all.
Because he didn't see clearly how these warriors were reorganized just now. This place was full of weirdness. He already regretted coming in. After all, he had been beaten violently a few days ago and his wounds had not yet healed.
"Damn it, a bunch of clay-breaking people pretending to be gods and ghosts." A Daluomen disciple was startled by the scene just now, and when he came to his senses, he slashed down with his sword.
There was just a "bang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. The sword of the Daluomen disciple did not hit the soldier, but was blocked by the iron halberd in the soldier's hand.
"Kill, kill, kill!" A loud shout rang out, and all the soldiers came to life.
The eyes of these warriors flashed with bloodthirsty red light, and they rushed towards the Daluomen disciples who were crowded together like a tide.
Screams, wails, and begging for mercy came one after another. The Daluomen disciples on the outside were in disarray the moment the soldiers were resurrected, and they had no ability to resist at all.
Even if some people react and want to resist, they are still a little powerless in the face of these warriors who feel no pain or itching and do not feel even when they are struck by a sword.
"All Da Luomen disciples, follow me and break out!" Mu Yi Zhenren shouted.
These warriors can be restored to their original shape in less than a minute after being broken into pieces. If they continue to be beaten like this, it won't take long for them to become lambs ready to be slaughtered due to exhaustion.
"Oh, it's too scary, no, I'm so scared." Liu Jun looked panicked, pulling Mao Binbin and Tian Hu to run around.
I saw Lin Liuzhi halfway, and took Lin Liuzhi with me, and the four of them hid in a corner together.
"Taoist Priest, what are these?" Although Lin Liuzhi is an elder of Daluomen, this is the first time he has seen such a strange scene.
All the terracotta warriors were hollow, without any control devices, and there was no soul sealed inside. It was just a hollow clay figurine, but it was so ferocious that it defeated them.
"I guess it has something to do with that thing." Liu Jun pointed to the high platform in the distance.
Originally, he thought that these terracotta warriors were the same as those he encountered in the Hu Hai Imperial Tomb, but later he discovered that they only had the same appearance.
Those in the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum, each terracotta warrior has a soul controlling it.
But these ceramic terracotta warriors have nothing inside.
Several people looked in the direction Liu Jun pointed, and there was a high platform there. On the high platform, a flag with strange patterns was waving continuously. Around the high platform were eighteen war drums.
No one was beating these war drums, but they kept making strange sounds. Normal drums should make a "dong dong dong" sound, but these eighteen drums make a "woo woo woo" sound, just like a group of people crying.
"Yes, there is a ghost?" Mao Binbin's face turned pale. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of ghosts.
"It's not ghosts. Those war drums are made of human skin. There are hundreds of dead souls sealed in each war drum, so these war drums make such weird sounds on their own." Liu Jun explained.
Although this thing looks impressive, it is nothing compared to those mass graves used for priests.
(End of this chapter)