After seeing the two, Wang Lang's pupils shrank suddenly.

These two are not others.

It is Ghost Hand and Shi Ling.

As I guessed before, it was Shi Ling and Ghost Hand who came in to this place.

Both of them were injured. There were blood on the corners of their mouths. Depending on the situation, these two people who heard the fight upstairs just now were these two people.

I just don't know why these two people started fighting.

The entire third floor is still very large.

The decoration inside is really magnificent, and it simply interprets luxury to the pinnacle.

The ground was all golden. There was a golden lotus in the middle where Shi Ling and Guishou sat cross-legged. There was a serious golden lotus sitting cross-legged on it. On it, there was a clay sculpture man. Seeing that the dress was probably the King of Nanshui had not run away, I didn't expect that the King of Nanshui was also a cruel person. After his death, he made him become a clay sculpture man.

A golden dragon is wrapped around the body of the King of Nanshui. It is made of genuine pure gold, and the golden dragon is carved vividly and vividly.

Next to the body of the King of Nanshui, there are three things, one is a golden scroll. I don’t know if it is a painting. There is also a kettle made of white jade and looks very beautiful. In addition, there is also a square small golden box.

If you guessed correctly, the jade seal should be contained in it, which is used as a token of the country. However, the King of Nanshui was only the emperor for one dynasty, and only this dynasty, so the jade seal followed him into the tomb.

It sounds like a tomb, but it doesn't look like a tomb at all, and there is no coffin.

The King of Nanshui really regarded himself as a master who became an immortal. After his death, he even had a clay sculpture on his body and sat on the golden lotus. But then again, this really felt like he had lived for thousands of years.

The corpses of thousands of years ago are still there, and so many subjects are still there. It is quite awesome to have an emperor who has been here. However, so many innocent people have died, and the King of Nanshui did not ask whether the people would be willing to go to heaven with him and killed so many people.

Not to mention anything else, this sin, let alone ascend to the sun, such a serious murderous crime, I am afraid that I will enter the earth in the eighteen levels of hell and become the spring and autumn dream of land gods.

In addition to the King of Nanshui, there are all kinds of clay sculptures from all directions. This time, the clay sculptures are not subjects of the King of Nanshui. They are all mythical figures, including men and women, old and young, including blessings and longevity, the immortals of the South Pole, the Eight Immortals, Nezha, Erlang Shen, etc.

Judging from this, the grandson of the King of Nanshui still wants to be the Jade Emperor.

There is also a pool over there, a fountain inside. It has been a thousand years of age, and it is still squirting water. It is shining with golden light. In addition, there are lotus flowers and lotus leaves made of gold, and the whole is a Yao Pool.

Above the head, there are stars in the sky, the Immortal Palace and the Immortal Palace, but these are not attractive. The most attractive thing is that there is actually a thin smoke above the head, as if it is really above the Heavenly Palace.

The smoke king waved it and it was not the dry ice played in the TV series, but the fragrance of candles on the first floor and the second floor was formed by the formation of the ceiling, with a strong fairy spirit.

Each of these gods had a low table in front of them, and all of them sat facing the King of Nanshui with different expressions. It seemed that they were all here to attend the King of Nanshui. This grandson was really brave, and his feelings were just a fool. He just told the world that he would establish his own heaven here.

Since he got on this level, Wang Lang looked at Shi Ling with a burning gaze, and the murderous intent in his heart suddenly appeared. The black knife in his hand seemed to have become darker with Wang Lang's intentions.

Wang Lang came here because of orchids, and everything that orchids can do today is caused by Shi Ling.

Huang Feishi secretly glanced at the servant next to him, "I count three numbers, shoot, and directly beat these two into sieves, but be careful. Don't break the body of the King of Nanshui on the golden lotus in the middle, maybe there is any secret inside the body."

"three!

two!

one!"

Huang Feishi took the lead in firing before counting.

Dada dada...

All the muzzles were spitting out flames, and dense bullets were heading towards Shi Ling and Guishou.

The bullet arrived in front of Shi Ling and Ghost Hand in just a moment.

But at this moment, the two people opened their eyes at the same time, and the pupils in their eyes were both blood-red, like bloodthirsty demons.

The two of them stretched out their palms almost at the same time. Wang Lang clearly saw that the palms of the two people seemed to be wrapped in a layer of transparent gloves that could be seen from the naked eye.

Qi!

A muffled voice came from the palms of the two.

The ding-dangling sound came again.

The two of them let go at the same time, and bullets all over the floor were scattered in each of them.

Huang Feishi's face was solemn, and the group of followers were confused. He had seen him with bare hands many times. This was the first time he had seen him with bare hands.

Wang Lang clearly saw Shi Ling's hand trembling constantly, and blood slowly flowed from his fingers.

A low growl came out of his throat.

Wang Lang grabbed the knife with both hands, flew up, and slashed at Shi Linghan with anger.

Shi Ling slowly raised his eyes, raised his hands, folded his hands together, barely clamped Wang Lang's angry sword.

The blade of the sword was a little bit short of Shi Ling's bald scalp, but the sharp sword wind had already peeled off Shi Ling's scalp, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down.

"Black Dragon King, you and I are both from the world. Does taking advantage of others' dangers mean that it is not in line with your name as the Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate?" Shi Ling looked at Wang Lang coldly.

"Stop talking to me about those things. Why didn't you think of those when you touched me women?" Wang Lang immediately put away the knife and slashed it again.

clang!

The knife slashed down and made a sound that would only cause metal and iron attacks.

Shi Ling looked up at Wang Lang, "Black Dragon King, I have a way to save your woman."

"It's too late!" Wang Lang roared angrily.

In the eighteenth stance of the Mad Sword, Wang Lang slashed down frantically, and slashed four swords in total. The first three swords were one sword and one sword was four swords, and the last sword was six swords, and the seventh level of the Divine Dragon was superimposed.

Each knife feels like a dozen or so of a stack.

The last knife directly wiped off one of Shi Ling's arm.

Wang Lang turned around and threw it on Shi Ling's face. Shi Ling rolled back and stopped when he hit the wall.

Shi Ling's eyes became even redder in pain, but he didn't shout and showed that his patience was amazing.

Seeing that Wang Lang was about to rush over, Shi Ling suddenly gritted his teeth, took out a box of matches from his clothes with one hand, and lit a lamp next to him. The lamp instantly ignited the six lamps next to him.

It was like a kerosene lamp, and there was black smoke on the lights.
Chapter completed!