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Chapter 102

When Casillas entered the ancient tomb, Jackie Chan had already walked a long way and entered the middle of the ancient tomb. He originally thought that the oxygen here would become very thin, and he might have difficulty breathing.

But it turns out that the oxygen here is very sufficient, and the oxygen content is even a little higher than the outside world, which made him feel an inexplicable excitement when he walked.

A row of soldiers made of sand stood on both sides of the main passage of the ancient tomb. The patterns of armor and weapons on the soldiers were clearly visible, but the facial contours, which were easier to carve, were very blurred, as if all the five sense organs were connected together.

"Is there any empire in the Middle East capable of making such funerary objects?" Jackie Chan fixed his eyes on the sand soldiers and asked softly to himself. In his many years of archaeology, the only one that can compare with these soldiers in terms of precision and stability Only the terracotta warriors.

Moreover, after the terracotta warriors and horses were discovered, the oil paint on their bodies would quickly fade due to oxygen. On the contrary, the sand soldiers here have stood in the air with high oxygen content for so long, but there is no sign of oxidation at all.

Even some of the ornaments on Sha Bing's body that looked like gold were shining brightly, without any gloomy meaning.

Jackie Chan leaned down cautiously, and his face slowly approached Sha Bing's crotch. The pattern depicted here was something he had never seen before, and the technique of depicting it was also very strange.

Jackie Chan tried to swipe his hand in the air, then shook his head. It didn't look like it was carved out bit by bit by a craftsman, but it looked a bit like the finished product of modern laser printing.

Holding this doubt, Jackie Chan straightened his waist, then paused, frowning and looking at the soldiers in front of him.

Was he in this position just now?
Jackie Chan compared the postures in his memory, and he always felt that this person seemed to move back.

Could it be that these sand soldiers are all alive? !Then the mysterious item inside is too strong. Since he came in, he has seen more than a thousand soldier sculptures. What a powerful mysterious item it would be to protect so many soldiers from the erosion of time. .

Thinking of this, Jackie Chan took out his mobile phone and changed several positions in the air, but there was no signal at all.

It's a pity, if there is a signal, maybe Dad knows what's going on.
Boom boom boom!Jackie Chan suddenly felt his feet vibrate, as if something was running in the ancient tomb. At the same time, the air temperature in the ancient tomb suddenly increased by more than one level, and he felt as if he was thrown into a steamer.

Looking back at the corner, Jackie Chan ran away without saying a word, and a large mass of substantial flames gushed out from the corner, rushing towards him like a tide.

"Unlucky! Unlucky! Unlucky!" Jackie Chan shouted his mantra and ran wildly. This must be done by those hell soldiers. Using hellfire to clear the way, only those guys can do it!

The speed of running is always slower than the speed of flames rushing, Jackie Chan gritted his teeth, dodged and hid at the next corner, curled up his body, blocked the outside with his back, and all the internal force in his body was transferred to his back, which can minimize the Burning damage, as long as the burning doesn't last too long, he should still be able to survive.

Just crouching down with his head in his arms, the sand in front of Jackie Chan suddenly flowed, and a hand stretched out from the sand, pulling him in.

"Hush!" When Jackie Chan was about to resist, Ethan gestured at him.

Jackie Chan looked at this man with his head up. This guy is a bit nondescript. His skin is covered with various oil paint patterns that only primitive tribes have, but he is wearing a set of tattered clothes that must be modern products.

Ethan gently helped Jackie Chan up and pointed to the outside, only then did Jackie Chan realize that the wall in front of them suddenly became transparent.

After the red hellfire spread over the sand soldiers on both sides of the passage, as if some button was pressed, all the sand soldiers were activated, and they raised their spears and rushed towards the entrance.

"What's going on?" Jackie Chan asked in a low voice.

"The outsiders want to wake up all the desert soldiers guarding the tomb in the passage, and then wipe them all out." Ethan said after waiting for the desert soldiers to leave.

"Oh, thank you for saving me. I'm Jackie Chan, an archaeologist." Jackie Chan stretched out his hand to Ethan.

"You're welcome, I'm Ethan, a priest." Ethan was also a little uncertain when he introduced.

"Priest? May I ask which sect he belongs to?" Jackie Chan asked cautiously, seeing that Ethan was quite amiable, but also a little confused.

"Well, I don't know either." Ethan smiled wryly.

He didn't fool Jackie Chan, he really didn't know, in fact, he didn't wake up for long.

I only know that after my death, it seems to have triggered some mysterious ceremony to transform into a holy priest, but the power of time makes the ceremony very incomplete. Although the quality of the final condensed holy fire is not problematic, it is too small. The information is also incomplete.

The lack of information made Ethan not even know who saved him. According to the information, there are four people buried and sealed in this ancient tomb who can revive him. A random guess would be wrong. That's a big problem, so it's better not to guess, wait and see, and see if you can identify yourself later.

After seeing Ethan's wry smile, Jackie Chan didn't continue to ask. He is still using his power to avoid the surging flames. Under such circumstances, tearing down the stage is a bit too bad.

At the same time, outside the ancient tomb, the battle on the frontal battlefield gradually subsided, and the elite mage group of the temple won the final victory, but this was only a tragic victory. There are only a dozen or so mages who can still stand. Some people sacrificed, some were seriously injured, and some were too tired to get up at all.

Morey tied a knot on his chest with a bandage. Such simple bandages can be seen everywhere on his body. A person has to pay a price for rushing into the crowd of big demons.

After taking a few breaths, Morey clenched his giant ax on the ground. His purpose of coming here has not been achieved, let alone deal with Casillas, and now he has not even seen him.

Looking back at his colleagues who had suffered heavy casualties, Morey couldn't say the word "continue to attack". After thinking for a few seconds, Morey walked to Shi Chengzhong's side.

"Master, I will hand over the command to you now, and take them to find a place to repair. They shouldn't make fearless sacrifices anymore." Morey said in a low voice.

"Hand over to me? Where are you going?" Shi Chengzhong asked after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Cassilias is still alive, I can't let him live so happily!" Morey said, staring into Shi Chengzhong's eyes.

In the eyes of the other party, Shi Chengzhong saw firmness and determination, and he stopped fearlessly comforting him, "Leave it to me, I only have one request! Help me chop him with an axe!"

"Then you have to line up!" Morey laughed, "There are too many people who want to kill him."

After leaving these words, Morey turned around alone and continued to move forward.

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