Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

"Boom!"

the bullet struck the idol's wrist with a crisp sound, as if it had hit a steel plate.

The idol's movements were not slowed down by the bullet.

And when the axe was about to fall on Hua Han's neck, Hua Han closed his eyes as if he was fated.

At this moment, the golden light in the cave flickered, and Ying Long rushed from Huo Jilin's waist and hit the statue firmly.

Immediately, Nezha came out with him, wrapped Hua Han with Chaotian Aya, and sent him to the cave.

The idol was caught off guard by Ying Long, and took several big strides forward in a row, almost falling off the cliff.

Seeing that Hua Han was safe and sound, Anderson was so excited that he almost cried, and grabbed Hua Han's arm tremblingly: "Boss, it's great that you're okay."

Wang Kaixuan let out a few sneers and rolled his eyes at Anderson a few times: "How can you be embarrassed to say it? If I'm not mistaken, you kid ran the fastest just now, why didn't you think that your boss didn't come in at that time?"

Anderson's face turned blue and red for a while, and he lowered his head in shame.

Hu Bayi gently pushed Wang Kaixuan: "Fatty, that's not what I said, the situation was urgent at that time, and human nature is self-preservation."

Shirley Yang stroked Hua Han's back: "It's okay, don't worry, we can all get out alive."

Huo Jilin stood in front of the cave and watched Ying Long and Nezha entangled with the statue.

Ying Long took advantage of the victory to pursue, and flew towards the idol again, preparing to push the idol off the cliff.

At this moment, the head of this idol was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and eight arms grabbed Ying Long's head at once.

Ying Long's head flicked, and he threw the idol to the edge of the cave by inertia.

Seeing this, Huo Ji Lin snorted coldly, and said in his heart: The movements of this god statue seem to have the ability to think, this Li Chunfeng tomb is really amazing.

Everyone looked at this extremely rare scene together, and they couldn't help but sweat in their hearts.

Nezha flew out of the cave and kicked Hot Wheels to the idol's arm with a "bang".

The idol's arms were broken in two.

Wang Kaixuan was so excited that his feet left the ground, clapped his hands and jumped several times; "Wuhu! Good fight! I knew that to deal with this kind of thing, we still have to play Huo Ye!" Hu

Bayi still looked at the front seriously.

After the idol broke two arms, I don't know if it was because of anger or because of the weight loss, and the speed was much faster.

Nezha pushed out with both hands, and Chaotian Aya pounced on the idol, tying several of the idol's arms into a sturdy knot.

Ying Long also took off, and a golden dragon tail flung towards the idol's chest.

The idol seemed to sense the disparity in strength, and its belly, which was as big as a mountain, suddenly deflated, and more than thirty human heads were discharged from its stomach.

When everyone looked at it, the heads of the pile of people were stained with blood that had long dried up, without a trace of flesh and skin, but their teeth were as sharp as wolf teeth, and compared with the human head that had just been kicked off the cliff by Hu Bayi, it looked even more eerie and terrifying!

Hu Bayi blurted out: "I'm afraid there is no corrosive liquid in the stomach of this thing, and the head hanging on his stomach has not been corroded, so it is different from these."

Huo Jilin nodded: "It's really a shame that Li Chunfeng thought of so many things." The

thirty or so heads flew up at the same time, all with their mouths wide open, and flew towards Ying Long and Nezha.

Nezha immediately took back Chaotian Aya and threw it at the pile of heads.

Just as the human head was thrown off the cliff by Chaotian Aya, the idol that escaped from Chaotian Aya's control blocked them at once.

As the head flew up, obscuring itself from view, the idol raised its axe.

With a flick of Ying Long's dragon tail, he threw a large number of heads in all directions.

As soon as the heads were gone, the idol swung its axe and rushed over.

The axe slashed through the air, reflecting the cold light, and it looked extremely sharp.

Ying Long did not flinch, and directly wrapped the idol around.

At this time, Nezha also swept away the heads on the ground, and the two circles of Hot Wheels rushed straight to the head of the idol.

"Bang!"

the idol's head snapped, revealing the scarlet flesh on its neck.

The strange thing is that there is a wooden bone in this piece of blood.

Immediately, a strong fishy smell flew into the air, and everyone retreated into the cave at once.

Wang Kaixuan hurriedly bared his teeth and handed the gas mask to Huo Jilin and Hu Bayi: "Ouch, put it on, put it on, it's disgusting!"

After putting on the gas mask, everyone felt that they had come back to life.

When they looked out of the cave again, everyone's faces once again showed a look of surprise.

The idol's freshly smashed head grew back again.

"Bang bang bang!" Nezha

threw out the Hot Wheels again, and the idol was still in Ying Long's confinement, unable to move.

With a thud, the idol's head fell again.

But it grows in a very short time.

This was repeated several times, and the heads of seven or eight idols had fallen around them, but they were still growing.

Ying Long didn't bother to entangle any longer, and with a flick of the dragon's body, he threw the idol off the cliff.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they were relieved.

Wang Kaixuan stroked his chest: "Alas, Huo Ye, Lao Hu, my mood is up and down too fast, it's too exciting!"

Before Hu Bayi could reply, everyone's hearts rose again.

The idol that was thrown off the cliff by Ying Long actually stood on the ground again, and its six arms waved in unison, as if it was going to fight Ying Long Nezha to the death.

Ying Long once again wrapped the idol at great speed.

This time, Ying Long directly twisted the idol into a pile of pieces.

After scattering, the idol collapsed to the ground, unlike when it was in the dungeon.

This time, the idol turned into a pile of minced meat.

The flesh was interspersed with wooden bones, and in some places it was glowing green, like carrion.

Everyone said in their hearts: If you don't wear a high-quality gas mask, even if you are not killed by this idol, you should be stinked to death.

Anderson asked tremblingly, "It's all like this, it shouldn't be resurrected."

Wang Kaixuan slapped Anderson on the back of the head: "Hurry up, what nonsense, what nonsense, this must not be resurrected!"

Although everyone had the same idea in their hearts, no one relaxed their vigilance at this time.

Counting Ying Long and Nezha, eight pairs of eyes stared at the stall of meat on the ground together.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the underground stall.

Hua Han asked nervously, "It's all minced meat, it shouldn't be able to recover now, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the meat squirmed.

Little by little, it coagulated back together.

Soon, the idol was restored to its original state.

Even the two arms that were cut off by Nezha at the beginning have grown back.