Douluo metal legend

Chapter 73 Death
Mr. Luopan stroked his beard and said with a smug smile: "If you want to say who in the entire tomb robbery team is most familiar with Mr. Chen, I guess I'm the only one."

"Chen Zhengjun, male, born in Xingluoli in 12, a member of the Chen family in Fujian City, he was a genius since childhood, he awakened his family martial spirit at the age of six, learned the unique skills of his family, and succeeded at the age of [-], known as the Chen family A family with the highest martial arts talent in the Mesozoic generation."

"More than 50 years old? I don't look like it! I don't believe it."

Apart from Chen Zhengjun's demeanor, which seemed a little calmer, his face looked like he was only in his early 40s at best, but this time it doubled. He said that he was an old man who knew his destiny even at fifty, who would believe that.

"One of the martial souls, the focus is on self-cultivation, going back to the original."

Old Compass: "He is a genius after all. It is not surprising that he has reached such a state after decades of hard work. Rather, it would be really strange if the Mesozoic No. 1 of the Chen family in Fujian could not reach this state. Otherwise, why do you think Chen Zhengjun dared to do so?" Single-handedly, he dared to go around digging up other people's graves."

"Since Mr. Chen is so strong, why does he still want to rob the tomb? It seems that he is not short of money."

When Tang Xuan asked this question, he didn't expect to get an answer. Leaving aside whether Mr. Compass knew about it or not, even if he knew, based on the friendship they had only known for a few hours, Mr. Compass had no reason to reveal Chen Zhengjun's secret.

However, to Tang Xuan's surprise, Old Luo Pan answered the question after pondering for a moment: "Chen Zhengjun is old enough to have a son, but his son has a strange disease since birth, and it is said that a strange thing is needed to cure it. But that strange thing It has long since disappeared in the long river of history, and a master of Qimen did a divination for this strange object, and the divination showed that it was in a large tomb in the north, but no one knows the exact tomb."

"So Chen Zhengjun has been running around all these years, robbing tombs in the north one after another, just to find that strange thing."

Both of them were stunned.

This kind of secret gossip is known, this compass is probably not a spider spirit on the Internet in his previous life.

Old man Lin blew his beard and stared: "How do you know so many things? You haven't even told me."

"You never asked me yourself."

Old man Lin: "..."

When the three of them climbed to the fourth floor of Xue Yihou's tomb, there was a roaring explosion in the distance.

"It seems that Mr. Chen is ahead, let's go and check the situation."

About 10 minutes later, the three saw Chen Zhengjun and others fighting a group of corpse puppets.

There were so many corpse puppets that squeezed more than half of the tomb passage tightly, but even more fell down, layer after layer of corpse puppets piled up one after another.

Chen Zhengjun stood at the front of the crowd, his body was covered with a layer of golden light, his hands were like guns, and he punched out a terrifying punch!

Anyone who touches it will die!
Several other people acted as assistants, more for self-protection, attacking with steel shovels or hammers.

Their side is not without casualties, Chen Zhengjun is very powerful, but the corpse puppets are not made of mud, and their individual abilities are above ordinary soul sects, let alone this is a large group.

Chen Zhengjun is omnipotent with four hands, eight hands, or even dozens of hands, but there are always those few hands that bypass this master and find other people's troubles.

At this time, the casualties came out.

There were already three people lying on the ground, and each of them died tragically. They were either disemboweled or bitten like a piece of rag.

Fortunately, this is because the geographical advantage is on their side. If it is in an open area, according to the number of corpse puppets, except for Chen Zhengjun, there is a high probability that other people will have been wiped out by the regiment.

"Old Lin, you are finally here, come and help me!" Someone saw Old Man Lin and asked for help in surprise.

Old man Lin chuckled, then took out a bundle of homemade soul guide bombs from his pocket, ignited them, and threw them far into the group of corpse puppets after a few steps.Then, accompanied by a roar, the strong impact of the explosion tore all the puppets in a radius of several meters into pieces!
"Cool!"

Old man Lin shouted excitedly, and kept taking out bundles of soul guide explosives from his pockets with both hands.

"I fry! I fry! I fry!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Old man Lin's explosives are naturally the most suitable for this kind of environment, and the efficiency is extremely high. The group of corpse puppets who went forward were blown up scattered, their movements were hindered, and everyone finally had a rest.

Chen Zhengjun's pressure was greatly relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of these puppets, but the sacrifices in the team would make him feel ashamed.

"I bomb! I bomb! I bomb you!!!"

Old man Lin frantically threw the explosives in his double pockets, and the roar was endless!
Tang Xuan also picked up a vibrating gold giant hammer and joined the defense against the corpse puppets.

He didn't reveal his strength, and dealt with it purely with ordinary means.

But even if he doesn't use all his strength to face the enemy, with Tang Xuan's current physical fitness enhanced by the pseudo-dragon body, his attack power is quite impressive with one blow.

It seems that on the heads of these knocked corpse puppets, there are red numbers of critical strike fatal damage.

Half an hour later.

All the corpse puppets were emptied out.

"It's been a long time since I exploded so happily, Shu Tan!" Old man Lin stretched his waist, looked up to the sky and smiled.

Tang Xuan glanced at Old Man Lin's bulging satchel, curious about how many soul guide bombs were hidden in the old man's bag.

Chen Zhengjun turned his head to the crowd and said, "Take a rest in place."

The surviving people immediately collapsed into a pool of mud.

Someone turned to look at old man Lin, and asked angrily, "I said old man Lin, why did you come here until now!?"

"I can't help it. I went the wrong way. I got to the negative floor, and I was trapped in a strange illusion all day." Old man Lin looked innocent.

Mr. Luopan and Tang Xuan were helping Chen Zhengjun clean up the three corpses on the ground.

Old Compass took the time to ask: "What about the others, why did you see them along the way?"

"Some people are dead, some people are missing, and they don't know where to go. Old Wang's head is dead, and Li Cheng is also dead. Sorry, I brought them in but I couldn't protect them."

Old Wangtou and Li Cheng were the first batch of old people in the team, and they were relatively familiar with Old Luopan, so they could be regarded as old friends.

Luo Pan was silent for a long time, and said calmly: "When people get old, they will die sooner or later, and I will die too. It is probably not far from that time."

Chen Zhengjun smiled, and didn't care about the words of the old God of Compass.

On the other side, old man Lin was also chatting about how many acquaintances among his companions died.

Old man Lin is bold and informal, and has the most friends. Basically, everyone in the team is his friend.

An old man sighed and said: "Aaron Kwok was attacked by ice thorns on the second floor and froze into popsicles, and then shattered into slag. Gu devoured not even the corners of clothes left, it's not very painful, but there are indeed no bones left."

Old man Lin was amazed as he listened, and laughed from time to time.

Everyone didn't care about the laughter, and even couldn't help laughing together.

Everyone seemed a little heartless, even cold-blooded, but this was their choice.

Everyone at the scene knew in their hearts that if they often walked by the river, there was no reason not to get their shoes wet. Successfully robbing one tomb was fine, but two, three, five and ten were fine, but it didn't mean they could live in peace all the time.

(End of this chapter)