Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Gudong"

"This...this is fucking terrifying. Are there thousands, or tens of thousands of remains down there?"

If they were all connected, could they circle Earth twice?

Fatty Wang's fat face twitched uncontrollably, and his dry throat made even his lame jokes tremble and sound distorted.

"Oh my god... This must be what hell is like. I can almost hear countless souls wailing down there."

Richard had excavated many tombs, but he had never seen such a large accumulation of remains.

They've been to the graves before, and many people have experienced this, so it's no surprise that Laura, a complete newbie, is like this.

At this moment, she felt as if she were facing a raging storm, but her naturally adventurous and curious soul did not feel much fear; instead, she felt incredibly excited.

At this moment, Laura understood her own heart; that exploration of new things and the challenge of the unknown were what she was pursuing.

Living a life of idleness and complacency in the concrete jungle of the city is not the life I want.

Just then, Erpang's expression changed drastically as he pointed to the bottom of the crack and exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap, look! Something's happening down there! It looks like there are more and more will-o'-the-wisps!"

The few will-o'-the-wisps that were originally scattered among the bones now appeared in large numbers, and in the blink of an eye, the area below the crack was covered by eerie blue flames.

"Don't worry, it's just phosphorus burning in the bones, we..."

Richard was amazed by the scene, but he wasn't afraid. Instead, he tried to explain it scientifically, but he quickly ran out of ideas and blurted out:

"Fuck you...what...what is that? A ghost? A monster?"

The large area of ​​eerie blue flames in the crack slowly transformed into nine gigantic, bizarre phantoms, each six or seven meters tall, which looked like countless hideous and tormented heads.

The faces of these heads constantly changed various expressions, all of them wailing and howling.

"hiss…"

Everyone gasped in shock at the appearance of those phantoms.

"Master Bo, what... what is this thing? Why is it different from the ghosts we've seen before?"

Wang Pangzi, his scalp tingling, hid behind Ji Haobo. Even if he bled him dry, he probably wouldn't be able to handle one of these things.

"These things are clearly formed from countless vengeful spirits devouring each other, but how that happened is unknown."

Now the entrance should be opened, and the anger should come in and wake them up.

Ji Haobo frowned as he looked at the enormous phantoms. Given how they were shrouded in phosphorescent light, it seemed impossible to get close to them.

As they spoke, the phantom began to move, slowly drifting towards the group.

Old Hu and Erpang suddenly felt like they were being watched by countless eyes. They exchanged glances and followed suit, hiding behind the others.

Even Zhang Menzi stepped aside and gave Ji Haobo a look, signaling him to begin his performance!

Seeing Laura standing there dumbfounded, Ah Ning quickly pulled her behind him and gave her a lecture.

"Next time you encounter something like that, your first reaction should be to hide. Just don't cause Haobo any trouble. He'll handle those things; you don't need to worry."

Laura snapped out of her shock and looked at Aning suspiciously:

"Socks? This is a ghost monster, his guns shouldn't be able to work, right? How can Bo deal with it?"

"You'll find out soon enough; your man is God descended to earth."

Ji Haobo ignored the people who had hidden themselves. The Blade of Judgment appeared in his hand, and at the same time, his blood and qi erupted, and the golden halo was like a god descending to earth.

Even Bai Mao Mao jumped to the side, her body also bursting with crimson-gold flames, staring fiercely at those phantoms.

Richard and his daughter, who were still trying to figure out what Aning meant, suddenly had their minds completely blank.

These phantoms floated up from the crack, and as they drew closer, their countless hideous and twisted faces became even clearer, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hmph... all show and no substance, perfect for testing my blade."

Ji Haobo felt disgusted, snorted coldly, and swung his sword to slash through the air.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a golden crescent-shaped blade of energy, nearly two meters wide, flew out like lightning, distorting the air in its path, and instantly struck a phantom.

"Hiss..."

The sword energy, compressed from blood and qi, directly severed the illusory figure, and many heads were vaporized.

What's astonishing is that the two pieces were then pieced back together, only this time they were a third smaller.

Moreover, his move was like stirring up a hornet's nest; suddenly, a large number of heads flew out from all the phantoms, rushing towards Ji Haobo like fireballs.

"Woo..."

The white furry creature next to it couldn't wait any longer. As soon as it saw these things, it jumped up and waved its little paws at the flames on the head.

At the same time, the crimson serpent vines on its body were also wrapped in crimson-gold flames, dancing in the air like serpents.

They were incredibly fast, like streaks of crimson-gold light, and the numerous fireballs of heads were blasted away into nothingness.

Only a trace of pure Yin energy remained, but it was all devoured by the white fur.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo felt relieved. He had indeed been startled. If these things had come flying in all directions, although he was not afraid, everyone behind him, except for Zhang Menzi, would probably have been in trouble.

"Well done, White Furry! You truly are your owner's little darling."

"Waaah...waaah..."

The little creature was overjoyed to hear his praise and worked even harder.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo smiled inwardly, and then once again unleashed a series of sword energies at the surrounding phantoms.

These phantoms seemed a bit dull, only producing some fireballs with their heads, but when Ji Haobo's sword energy struck them twice;

After it was reduced to one-third of its original size, it exploded, instantly turning into hundreds of fireballs of heads flying everywhere.

Therefore, to everyone's astonishment, the nine phantoms transformed into hundreds and thousands of dark blue fireballs, surging over in an overwhelming manner.

This change was somewhat unexpected. Ji Haobo frowned and quickly turned around to shout.

"Quickly retreat into the passage; Zhang Menzi, block it off!"

The others quickly retreated, leaving only Zhang Qilin standing at the entrance of the passage, unleashing a crimson aura of blood and qi, wielding his longsword to extinguish some of the incoming fireballs.

Meanwhile, Ji Haobo and Bai Maomao were battling the fireballs from the skulls right next to the crack, which also attracted their attention.

These things, apart from their large quantity and the fact that the phosphorescent fire was somewhat extraordinary, were not much of a threat to Ji Haobo. They were completely unable to break through his impenetrable swordsmanship.

"My God! Bo and Zhang are practically on par with King Bather and the Knights of the Round Table; their kung fu is absolutely terrifying!"

Richard stood in the passageway, watching the extraordinary skills of the people in front of him, and muttered to himself in a daze.

Laura was also somewhat stunned. She had only practiced free fighting before and never imagined that she would see such a magical scene one day.

"Ning, can we learn Bo's kung fu?"