According to the hoist painting, this speed is not covered, and the fairy machine diagram on this box is quickly spelled out.

I pushed the last slider up, and suddenly a wonderful green landscape map appeared in front of my eyes.

I looked at my eyes, not surprised.

Before, I had been surprised, and now I found this pattern, I have seen this pattern, is this not Wang Ximeng's long autumn map?

Did the green mountain and water that we found outside in the long autumn map point to this box?

Just as I stood, the box suddenly made a sound.

Then again, a small drawer suddenly jumped out of the bottom of the box, and there was a flashing golden key in the drawer.

I picked up this golden key, and heard a soft reed, and then looked at the middle of this green mountain and water map, suddenly there was a gap.

This should be the keyhole.

I inserted this golden key into the keyhole, and it was really possible to insert it, and I could turn it.

I shut around and buzzed, and the lid of the box finally opened.

I was so excited that I pushed open the box.

I was shocked to see in the box, which one was there?

There was no baby in this box, no gold and silver jewelry, but it was not empty, and there was a person in it.

It must be a body.

The body was dressed in a red robe and should have been a monk’s.

The monk sat in the box, his hands together, as if clay.

I was shocked in my heart, can't this be a monk who became a Buddha in the flesh?Or is it a cherries?

Among the knowledge that Li Duck gave me was the relevant information of Shirley.

Sherzi, who was left behind by the monk Nirvana, has many different types, such as bone cherries, which are the most common, but sterilica is not limited to bone cherries.

It is said that the Ganyahed also left a tongue serene, the so-called tongue flower, in fact, is to say the Gia Ye.

And the high priest left the heart of the cherries.

But among these cherries, there is also a kind of cherries called cherries, that is, incarnate.

There are many examples of this in history, and the servalry of the sixth ancestor of Zen is still preserved.

This body cherries have many benefits, worshiping the flesh cherries can make people disease-free, and if there is a Buddha-mind, it can be enlightened and wise, straight to the like.

But this thing is of no use to me, took half a day to open this box, but got a thing I do not want, this kind of loss can be imagined.

But the purpose of opening the box was not to get what was inside, but to find a way to get out of here, but now it seems that even if I opened the box, I was still locked in it.

I think our research is in the wrong direction.

I sighed and searched the house again.

Just as I was looking for the exit clue, Xiao Qian suddenly shouted, "Cat brother, be careful."

When I felt in my heart, when I did not reflect what was going on, I felt the wind behind me.

I did not turn my head back, and the blade of the yuks in my hand was forward, and the blade of Xuanye was extremely sharp, but this knife was handed out, but it was bounced back.

I took a quick step forward and turned back in the middle of the dodging.

Looking back, I saw an amazing scene in front of me, and the monk sitting on his legs in the box stood up.

Is he not dead?

How is that possible?

I looked at this monk, his hands and feet are very thin, his face is only skinny bones, skin wax yellow with gold.

He was not breathing, that is to say, he was not a living person at all, but a corpse.

I was a cadaver before, but I have not encountered a corpse since Lao Lu temporarily solved the problem for me.

I can't think of a one here now, and looking at it like this, this walking corpse is quite difficult to deal with, because his body can't even pierce the blade of the porch.

What makes me even more depressed is that I was locked up with this monk, who had only had to wait until the next day to go out, but now I can only fight with this body.

If you can't escape, you have to fight.

I turned to face the monk and held the blade in my hand.

The monk’s corpse came to me.

I took the blade of the porch and pushed it, and when I said a word, the knife was almost shaken off my hand, and my tiger mouth was also tingled.

What a body it is, so hard.

To know that I am a tiger bone, and that I still have the world's soldiers in my hand, these two are now my greatest means of attack.

The monk’s body jumped on me again.

I quickly ran away, smeared the ground on the blade of the porch, and cut off toward the monk.

This time the knife hit the monk's body without being ejected, but it did not hurt the monk.

He grinned at me, showing his turquoise teeth.

This is a fight with the old green toothed corpse I first encountered, and it seems to have eaten how many leeks I have not brushed my teeth.

I was grinned by him, hurriedly withdrew the knife, and then ignited the ground again, and beheaded the green-toothed and yellow-skinned monk.

My cut was a bit of an effect, so that the monk stopped again.

He was so angry that he snorted, suddenly a mouthful of white light spit out from his mouth.

The white light came straight to me.

I instinctively hid, and at the same time the knife in my hand split into the white light.This white light was broken, and after it fell to the ground, I saw the white light.

It was a dead sandworm.

After the dead sandworm landed, it kept struggling, and the decapitated part suddenly elongated and suddenly became two sandworms.

I secretly cried in my heart, I can't imagine that all these things I have encountered recently have a strong rebirth ability, and so is the snow vine before, and so is the dead sandworm.

The more I killed, the more I felt hopeless.

Then the monk approached me again.

I must take care of the monk and the two sand worms on the ground at the same time, no matter which one, it is very difficult to deal with it, a little careless will let me die here.

I was already out of the way, so I had to ask for the white line again.

As long as the white line is shot, no matter what monk or sandworm in front of him, all are scum.

But the white line pretended to hear me, no matter how I asked, it did not respond to me.

At this moment the monk and the sandworm forced me into a corner, and the monk raised his hand, and his nails were stretched out, as if five steel knives were.

I know how hard his body is harder than the blade of the genus in my hand, so these five steel knives are equivalent to five porridge blades, and as long as I touch it gently, I will be cut off on the spot.