The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"That's...a python?!" She murmured in a low voice, and then took a sharp breath, feeling that her man was simply crazy.

This old guy was sleeping soundly. What was he doing to provoke others?

"What? Python? Is there any other exit in this ancient tomb? Otherwise, how could it go out to hunt?" someone asked in confusion.

But no one paid attention to him, or even thought about this issue.

There are too many unexplainable things in this world. They were just curious as to why Yi Zehao wanted to attack the python.

"You're just going to watch him die like this?" Huo Zhishan frowned and looked at Luo Liyan displeased, feeling that she was a woman who was really messing around here.

"Who told you that he was going to die? It's just a python." Luo Liyan also found him annoying to death, her face was gloomy, "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. It doesn't matter at all." Be particular about it.”

"At this time, being particular is useful? Do you know that the three most powerful men under me were all swallowed up by this python?" Huo Zhishan was extremely irritable.

He wanted to urge the person who was carrying him to leave quickly, but this was not the lama he had picked up, and these people were all looking up to a woman like Luo Liyan.

This line of work has been passed down from generation to generation, and there are very few women who have set foot in this line of work. One look at the thin skin and tender flesh on her body clearly shows that she is not from this line of work.

"You are so annoying! If you are afraid of death, you can leave by yourself now." Luo Liyan growled unbearably, not bothering to care about family affairs.

At worst, just say that you saved him and he ran away secretly, that's it.

In the end, as long as he brought his body back, it would be an explanation to the Huo family.

Yi Zehao's expression became very embarrassed, but he didn't dare to leave by himself, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Everyone saw that he had stopped talking and did not do anything else. They all held their breath and looked at Yi Zehao who was forcing the python to fight with him in the tomb.

His movements were very sharp, as the huge python kept rolling in mid-air.

Everyone found it incredible and couldn't understand how he could flip around in mid-air like he was doing Qinggong.

But everyone didn't think of him as something other than a human being. They just thought that he was a more powerful being than the masters they had seen, and they also thought that he probably used the force of stepping on the python to keep him in the air. jump in.

It was impossible for the snake to beat Yi Zehao, but it was forced to the head by him and had to make a final resistance.

Yi Zehao also knew that they were watching, so he killed the python with one bad move, so he hit him again. Now he lost his patience, and kicked the python into the tomb wall with a roundhouse kick, and then used his long knife without any effort. The force of the blow sank into the scales that even a gun could not penetrate, and then opened a wound as long as an arm.

He put his arm directly in, found what he wanted, pinched it, and took it out.

The bile of snakes is usually blue-gray, but this python's bile is different. It is a red one as big as a dragon fruit.

Yi Zehao kicked the infuriated snake away and returned to the ground.

He walked to the funerary objects beside him, rummaged through them for a while, and pulled out a jar sealed with clay from the bottom. He knocked it lightly with his fist, breaking the sealing earth on it.