When we had just said this, we felt the ground shake again.

This shock felt like it had been before Elpby was going to get out of trouble, but the magnitude of the tremor was weaker than before, and not enough to affect our actions.

Hearing what breaths openly shouted, the old monk umcied, those bulging muscles, and tightened a little, watching more and more exaggerated.

He didn't look like a monster, to be honest, looking at it quite normal, just exaggerating a little, that kind of muscle-powerful man's body size can't be an old man should have.

But the reality is this, his strong humice bollice, anyone who comes to see it must be startled.

“There’s air flowing inside...”

The old monk said, although there is no golden light on the body, but the golden skin is indeed reflective, looking a little danggling eyes.

As he spoke, a few golden mist rose from the soles of his feet.

Those golden mists had a total of eight strands, each with a thumb thickness, as if it had come alive.

The mist first swirled around the old monk's calf, and then slowly squirmed above, tightly wound around the old monk's body.

When these golden mists appeared, the position of the old monk's feet was also trapped in two large pits, and there were countless cracks on the edge, looking at it as if it had been hit by heavy objects.

Not only that, the old monk's body began to tilt forward, as if to fight all his strength to withstand the French printing.

At first I did not know what the old monk encountered, but when he looked closely, he found that the Fa of the sand-body was shaking.

Yes, it was shaking, like the old monk shaking with the French seal on his own, and almost pulled out of the ground.

Seeing this, I was subconsciously going to help, but he still shouted at me.

"Don't help me."He Yiguang gritted his teeth and said, his hands overlapped, and he was dead and dying according to the magic totem on the ground, his body was constantly trembling, and the trembling was very fierce, almost as much as being hit by electricity.

“What can I do now?” he asked, busy.

“Look at it.”

He Yiguan gritted his teeth and said that his eyes were wide, and countless bloods came out of his eyelids and began to spread madly in his eyes.

From the beginning of Erbei's plan to escape, the temple maintained the frequency of "earthquake" and trembling constantly.

At this time, it is just a little grit in the ash, there is no real collapse, from this point of view, the construction of the ancients is really amazing.

The attention of Qin soldiers and the rat has always been on us, and Chen Qiuyan is more intelligent, constantly looking at the situation around us, especially paying attention to the situation of the ceiling, from time to time have to look at both eyes.

If the ceiling collapses, not to mention whether the monk and the old monk can succeed, how the Qin army's group of ordinary people will also die a few.

The old monk did have the ability to protect them, but at this moment, they have no energy to divide.

Even if I and Chen Qiuyan and the rats have jumped over to save the Qin soldiers, they... can we save them and have to say two things?

Although the stone can't kill me, but whether it can pass through me, the acceleration of gravity even took me to smash them, it is not known.

At that moment, what a cold thing to say.

“The monster is waking up.”

Before we could react, He Yi Gong's expression suddenly became frightened, almost trembling, squeezed out of the teeth: "The air is not enough... has not completely covered the air... old monk!

“I know.”

The old monk said, his body trembling a few times, and the sound of speech, all with a buzzing echo.

“The smell of the Fa-in-receive... with its demonic nature...it seems to be able to suck away my anger...” The old monk said here, laughing without warning: “I didn’t expect it... I have become so angry and there is still a living thing...”

"No, it's too slow!" cried the public with horror, and the eyes had filled the blood, looking like two red gemstones, there was no eye whiteness and irises: "That monster woke up!!!"

The voice of He Yi Gong had just dropped, and only a loud noise came from the air veins, like an explosion, even with the tremor of the temple.

A dangerous breath that cannot be described in words, instantly spewed out of the air veins and began to pervade the temple.

Before this, the temple has Shakyamuni sitting like a town, even if it is dangerous, a look at the Buddha statue, the heart will be a little easier, it is a kind of "mysterious" psychological comfort.

But at this moment, even the Shakyamuni sitting like can't stop, the face of the piece is cracked out of countless gaps, countless dust began to fall.

Seeing this scene, the old monk was also trembling with his heart, and he looked at this Buddha statue with a trembling body.

I know that the old monk is a devout Buddhist, and for him, this ancient temple of the pussy, this statue is the spiritual temple on which he lives.

But at this time, this spiritual temple began to collapse, and the indescribable sense of despair... was more painful for the old monk than death!

How can it be?! how!! he roared with panic and anger, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to spread the fire: "Are you not giving full force?!

The old monk was also a little desperate, and he did not seem to expect to become like this, desperately explained with He Yi: "The breath in the Fa-print is too strong!I burned out of anger and not enough to bring out all those breaths!

“Your mother’s...”

"Don't fucking quarrel! find a way!"I shouted hurriedly, and my heart all mentioned the voice: "There is still a quarrel on this?!Why do you hurry to find a solution!

Hearing me say this, He Yi Gong seemed to calm down a little, shook his head, and suddenly appeared a bitter smile on his face.

“I want shit.”

He said, it is a complete despair, dead in the eyes, can not see a little emotional fluctuations.

"The first time it wakes up, it will run, and when it runs out... that is, after letting the tiger return to the mountain, it will be endless..." He Yiguang whispered, as if to himself: "As long as it leaves the temple, we all have to die and live without a place, no one wants to escape from the mountain..."

"Didn't you say there was a 60% chance?"I asked, "so suddenly you lost?!

“Did I say it?”He Yizheng shook his head: "lose, all his mother's loss, this trip should not come..."

When I heard this, I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to withdraw.

Even if the monster comes out, I can't sit still and leave this right-and-frisk place as soon as possible.

Just about to say hello to Chen Qiuyan, did not expect that there was another change in the temple.

But this change seems to be good for us.

“Call...”

There was a loud wind, and without warning came out of the air, and it pressed all the sounds in the temple.

Before waiting for the wind to stop, I just listened to a choking sound, and hundreds of horns sounded, and it came out of the air.

I have heard that horn sound somewhere else, and I remember very well that I will never forget it in my life.

I remember the last time I heard this voice, or in the dream, when the brain took me to meet the sand, in that thousands of miles of yellow sand... there was a trumpet sound like this!

"What's that sound?" he didn't expect such a situation to occur, and he kept turning his head around, hoping to find a little trace to give him the answer.

“The trumpet.”

I said, just mentioned the heart of the voice, and gradually put it back, the tone became a lot easier.

“This is the trumpet of the sander...”

“How do you know?”What a public truce.

I laughed and said I had heard it.

And the sound I heard was not as real as it was at this time.