Because there were more than a dozen subpoenas from the Holy Pill Sect and the Soul-Destroying Sect, the atmosphere of the team became quite subtle.

The barefoot old ghost's strength is stable and he is still an absolute leader. Although he is only one person.

The status of the Yong family army seemed to be shaken, which can be seen from Lao Zhai's words.

"Mr. Zhang, how many wounded are we? Otherwise, from now on, you will be able to open the way?"

Although Lao Zhai was discussing his voice, he was quite tough. After saying that, he looked at the barefoot old ghost. Seeing that the barefoot old ghost had no intention of standing up for Du Yong, a slight joy appeared on his face. The three sides had the most people, and he did not want to be oppressed, but wanted to gain more voice.

Pin Yuren and Dahei were about to get angry on the spot, but Yang Jin held it down.

Du Yong glanced at Lao Zhai and smiled: "Old Zhai, are you sure you want me to open the way?"

Lao Zhai spread his hands: "We have wounded people, but when we encounter a sudden situation, we can't handle it."

Du Yong played with the knife, looked at the barefoot old ghost, and said lightly: Senior Feet, in order to prevent the large team from being dragged down, I think it is necessary to execute the person who was seriously injured on the spot. What do you think?"

Lao Zhai and others changed their faces drastically, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back and set off to prepare for the battle.

In contrast, the Yong family army was much more calm, surrounded by Du Yong, and looked at Lao Zhai and his group contemptuously.

Although it is tense, it will not be able to fight for a while, because it depends on the attitude of the barefoot old ghost.

The barefoot old ghost looked at Lao Zhai and asked softly: "Will the wounded affect the way out?"

His tone was very plain, but it contained endless murderous aura. Old Zhai was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! Let's continue to open the way, please don't blame me, please don't blame me!"

"That's the best."

The barefoot old ghost nodded, then turned to Du Yong, chuckled and said, "It's not that serious. Now everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope, and they should be united and perform their duties."

Du Yong put away his dagger and said lightly: "What I said is, I'm sorry I'm too sensitive because it's the first time I've been to the cemetery."

The barefoot old ghost emphasized again: "Old Zhai, you are still the same. Not only do you have to open the way, but you should also give priority to other things. When you encounter Liu Jie, do it to death. If you have any hesitation, don't blame yourself for being ruthless."

Lao Zhai smiled: "Of course, of course!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his men to the front.

Seeing this, Dahei couldn't help but whisper, "At this point, I dare to be tough, and I don't think about who got the two old zombies just now."

He Laosan sang and said, "You can say less. After all, they are members of the two major sages. It is worth being tough, even though they are just small minions."

The eight evil sects all call themselves the Holy sect, but when they say it from He Laosan, there is an indescribable sarcasm. Coupled with the humiliating words like minions, it makes people not angry.

Yang Jin and Pin Yuren both chuckled a few times, adding a sarcastic atmosphere.

Lao Zhai and his group couldn't help but tremble, but no one dared to refute. They were not afraid of Du Yong and his group, but they had to worry about the attitude of the barefoot old ghost.

After this little quarrel, the road was quiet and everyone rarely spoke.

When I finished burning a can of fish oil, I finally encountered the moving stone slab.

"Hurry up and hold on to the slate and don't let it move over."

The barefoot old ghost shouted the order.

Lao Zhai and others immediately stepped forward and pushed the stone slab hard, pushing and pulling. They used the force of breastfeeding, and their faces turned red, but they could not stop the stone slab from being horizontal, so they had to give up.

"His grandma's!"

The barefoot old ghost cursed and turned his head to look at Du Yong: "Xiao Zhang, go to the detonator."

Du Yong said seriously: "The stone slab is a bit thick. If you just blow it like this, it will probably not work. You have to dig a few small holes under it and stuff the detonator in it."

The barefoot old ghost nodded and ordered Lao Zhai and his group: "Dig quickly."

Lao Zhai Wei said: "The ground is also extremely hard, how can I dig it?"

Someone immediately agreed: "We have tried it if you can't dig it. The designer of this cemetery is clearly a trick, and wants to let the tomb robbers die in it without any brainstorm."

"Yeah?"

Du Yong pulled a long voice, stepped forward quickly, took out a short knife, stabbed it a few times, and immediately opened a small hole.

Lao Zhai and his group all opened their mouths wide, which was incredible.

Du Yong ignored them and continued stabbing the knife. He soon stabbed five small holes, his wrists sore. The stone was indeed very hard, and even a short knife was a magic weapon, it was very difficult to make it.

"Up the detonator!"

Du Yong stood up and ordered He Laosan and Dahei to go to him.

Six detonators are stuffed into the small hole, ignite, and retreat.

boom!

The blasting sound almost shattered the eardrums, and a large hole was blown out of the stone slab. Before everyone could cheer, the entire passage vibrated, with an amplitude comparable to an earthquake.

Lao Zhai and his group were the most embarrassed. They all fell down and barely stood up and fell down hard immediately. Soon they fell into a circle. The scene of people overwhelming people was very funny.

"Finished!"

Du Yong shook left and right, as if he was drunk, and he was a little scared and excited.

Dahei and He Laosan also fell down, got up quickly, grabbed Yang Jin and Pin Yuren, and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master, it's not the collapse of the entire cemetery, right?"

Du Yong nodded: "It's a bit like."

The barefoot old ghost was also a little unsteady and cursed: "Shut up! I don't expect anything good either."

Du Yong murmured: "It was like a series of collapses."

The barefoot old ghost held the wall and continued to scold: "You still said? If you didn't come up with this bad idea, would it turn out like this?"

"Blame me?"

Du Yong spread his hands and whispered: "I just suggest that you are the decision maker. If you don't agree, will I dare to blow it up?"

The barefoot old ghost surrendered: "Okay, okay, let's not argue, think of a way to stabilize it first."

Du Yong curled his lips: "It's just shaking. What's there to be afraid of? There is no stone falling from the ceiling..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bang, and several brick-sized stones hit the ground, smashing to pieces.

The barefoot old ghost who finally calmed down suddenly soared: "You crow's mouth!"

“…”

Du Yong did not dare to talk back, nor did he have time to talk back, because the stones on the ceiling kept falling and he had to dodge well.

Yang Jin pulled He Laosan, and the jade man pulled Dahei, and the coquettish amphibian was as if dancing.

Lao Zhai and his group were extremely miserable. They were crawling on the ground, but now they were still attacked by stone rain. Wailings came one after another. A few unlucky guys were hit in the head, and their eyes were filled with stars. They were smashed into concussions on the spot. They might turn into idiots.

The vibration did not stop at all. Unknown insects emerged from the cracks of the rocks, making the scalp numb, which undoubtedly made people feel worse.

The barefoot old ghost was not wearing boots. Seeing so many unknown bugs, he jumped his feet repeatedly, for fear of being bitten.

Yang Jin had a bitter face: "It's not easy to be a tomb robber, I really shouldn't come here today."

Du Yong laughed and said, "We have to be optimistic. The big black snake and the old zombie didn't come. It's a blessing in disgrace."

The barefoot old ghost sniffed and glared at Du Yong: "Everyone said you are a crow's mouth, why don't you know how to shut up?"

Du Yong panicked and shrank his neck: "Have you said it again?"

The barefoot old ghost cursed: "I smelled the smell. The big black snake and the old zombie came together, not far ahead, and there seemed to be more than a dozen old zombies."

"Then what are you waiting for? Run away!"

Du Yong immediately turned around and ran quickly.

Yang Jin and others immediately followed.

There is no good idea for the barefoot old ghost, so he can only keep up.

As for Lao Zhai and his group, under the threat of death, they instantly burst out with amazing energy and got up and ran hard, but there were still a few concussions who could not get up and were ruthlessly abandoned.

After running for more than forty feet, I came to a sloping bend, filled with stones, almost covering the passage.

"I'll go!"

Du Yong braked suddenly and cursed: "The blockage is so tight, are you afraid that I won't die fast enough?"

Pinyuren looked carefully and smiled bitterly, "It seems that I can't climb over. Young Master, do you want to move?"

Yang Jin frowned: "It's too late?"

Du Yong calmed down, thought for a while, and said fiercely: "The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road. Take out all the remaining detonators and put them in a bunch. Let them light them together later. No matter whether they are big black snakes or old zombies, let them drink a pot first."

The barefoot old ghost was aroused by a hero: "What a brave man who meets on a narrow road will win. First blow up the fuck, and then fight with them."

There are still twenty-five left and detonators, which are quite large when pushed together. If they explode at the same time, their power cannot be underestimated. Even the masters of Jin Destruction Realm cannot easily block them.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps and sliding sounds came, very quickly.

The barefoot old ghost was holding a cup of fire, squatting beside the pile of detonators, closing his eyes and listening, silently calculating the distance in his heart.

The others were huddled in the bend, drawing out their weapons, and waiting for the battle.

Dahei murmured, "Aren't the big black snake and the old zombie hostile? Why did they come together?"

Yang Jin's ears moved: "It's hostile, I'm fighting and running, the big black snake ran in front, and the old zombie chased after it."
To be continued...