Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

After overcoming many obstacles along the way, they finally arrived at the coffin safely. The spiritual power of several people was almost exhausted.

They leaned against the coffins, breathing heavily. Some of them had scratches on their bodies and their foreheads were wet with cold sweat. This trip was really exciting.

It's a game of heartbeats. If they react even a little bit slower, they will be killed. As for the monks who entered the millstone, the situation is relatively better.

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of Yu Zhao's neck. She half-supported herself with her arms, then kicked off the gecko on her instep, and knocked away the little thing on her shoulder that was trying to bite her arm. She felt a lot more relaxed all over.

Ying was not idle either. He caught a gecko and played with it in his hand, touching its head and its tail. Then the gecko was frightened and broke off its tail.

Ying happily swallowed the tail and let the gecko go. After the gecko walked several steps away, he excitedly grabbed it back and swallowed it in one gulp.

However, his eyes kept staring at Leng Quanyi's sleeves from time to time. He knew that there was a rabbit and a small green snake hidden inside, and they were shivering at the moment.

It must be cold.

He was so kind that he wanted to put them in his stomach to warm them up.

The chain connected to the millstone was right in front of him. Shen Yuzhuo stepped forward to check it out. After feeling around carefully, he discovered that the chain seemed to be integrated with the coffin.

Moreover, there seemed to be a strange aura in the coffin. Not long after, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the center of the tomb and shot straight into the center.

The surrounding grooves made a rustling sound, which then turned into the sound of flowing water.

Gulu-

Gurgle -

The mist was hazy, and a colorful light was shining everywhere. Something seemed to keep coming out from the corner of the wall. A smell of mud slowly came to the tip of the nose, and it was full of the smell of blood.

It becomes increasingly strong, almost suffocating.

Yu Zhao breathed in the air, his nerves tense, his fingers tightly gripping the Jinghong Sword.

Suddenly, there was a chewing sound next to his ears, crunching, somewhat like the sound of chewing bones. Yu Zhao swallowed the mixed flesh and blood. His breath was choked. He nudged Ying beside him with his elbow and said unhappily.

"Don't smack your lips when you eat."

In this case, it's still pretty creepy.

Ying approached in confusion and quacked.

There was nothing in his mouth, nothing to eat, so...

A chill ran up Yu Zhao's spine. The crackling sound continued, getting closer and closer, as if it was right next to his ear, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.

The next second, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground, covering her. A foul smell came to her face, and corrosive saliva dripped down, corroding a large piece of the ground.

The foul air spread like smoke from cooking that could not be dispelled.

Everyone's expression changed, and before they could see what was in the dark, they were swept away by a long tail.

Cold scales covered his body, and several people were knocked against the wall, unable to fight back. That thing was far superior to them in both strength and speed.

His cultivation level at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was clearly revealed.

He stood on a high place, chuckling, as if mocking the incompetence of several people.

He took a step forward, and in the dim light, Yu Zhao, who was covering his injured abdomen, could see his appearance clearly.

He looked like a combination of man and beast, with a human head but no distinct facial features, and a sheep's hooves and a snake's tail on his lower body. He was growling at everyone at the moment.

It seemed like they had just intruded into his territory.

Then, the thing looked at a few people provocatively, and then set its gaze on Ying. His throat gurgled and danced like a toad, and a strange tone came out of his mouth.

It seems to be some kind of monster.

Yu Zhao and Shen Yuzhuo heard those two words clearly.

"traitor."

The hoarse voice sounded like stones rubbing together, giving people goosebumps. He roared at Ying with hostility, and the fishy smell rushed into Yu Zhao's nose, almost making him vomit.

I don’t know how long it has been since the monster last brushed its teeth.

However, Ying seemed to recognize him and only made a weak "quack".

The monster glared at him with murderous intent in its eyes. Its claws rubbed against each other, and then it slapped the chains hanging around the coffin, making a rattling sound.

Ying sat on the ground with her butt facing him, playing with Yu Zhao's hair with interest, as if she was not worried that he would suddenly attack her.

The murderous intent in the eyes of the ignored monster reached its peak. He walked forward aggressively, but stopped at one place. He stretched out his fingertips and tentatively touched the wall in the middle, and his fingertips were instantly burned to ashes.

His arm stiffened for a moment, and with a roar, he smashed the ground, creating a deep crater. He then retreated until he merged back into the darkness, leaving only a pair of strange eyes emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

The oppressive feeling around me has eased a lot.

Yu Zhao held Ying's wrist and asked, "Do you know him? What on earth is that thing?"

"Clack." Ying stole a glance into the darkness, then looked at her with an ambiguous meaning.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes, trying to understand what he meant, "He's a chicken?"

Shen Yuzhuo's mouth twitched, he coughed, and explained softly: "He probably meant that he is his brother. In the language of the ancient demon tribe, kokoda means brother."

Fortunately, I studied for a few more years.

Yu Zhao's thoughts were a little distracted. That thing just now was obviously a monster, so how could it speak the language of the demons? But now was obviously not the time to worry about that thing.

They also had to rescue the people in the millstone.

We saw it just now. That thing is afraid of the light in the center, so they dare not move forward rashly. The monster slowly leaned over and took the millstone in its hand to play with it.

As he moved, the millstone turned faster and faster.

Qin Yun's breath was choked. He had to stop. If he continued to turn, they would be crushed into meat paste.

The people in the millstone also discovered the huge monster, but they had no choice. Some of them wanted to crush the signs and get out, but the monster took the initiative and blew a breath at them, and the signs were blown into pieces.

They were forced to move forward, running out of breath. If they ran any slower, they would die.

Many disciples cried for their parents, and the noise made others anxious.

Yu Zhao looked over and saw that the senior sister and the others were also inside. They were moving quite fast, but they could not hold on any longer.

The monster lazily raised its eyelids, with a hint of provocation in its eyes. The meaning was simple: either watch them die and live in disgrace, or rush over and be his food.

Yu Zhao's breathing slowed down a bit, and his back was wet with cold sweat. He had to calm down and think of a countermeasure. The opponent had weaknesses, but also hostages.

But the monster grinned cruelly, and he turned the millstone, and soon the millstone turned faster. If they waited another stick of incense, they would all be turned into meat paste.

This is an invisible psychological game. Whoever gives up first will lose.