Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Chapter 470 Break the door and escape!

At this moment, Hanzhe can only concentrate on the lid of the sarcophagus in front of him, and there is no time to look back at the monster. And the sound of Zhanlu sword cutting on the hard rock also made it impossible to distinguish the movement of the monster through the sound.

If he hadn’t split the sarcophagus, the monster suddenly killed him. It’s a death to myself, and I can only send hope to the audience in the live broadcast room. He looked anxiously: “Brothers, I am in a dangerous situation now. I can’t cut the door while paying attention to the monster. So…I hope you can…”

He was sweating profusely when he slashed the sarcophagus, and he was a little breathless when he spoke. The audience in the live broadcast room was afraid of wasting a little bit of physical strength in the cold rut, and before he finished speaking, they launched barrage.

“Housekeeper Yang Wudi: Old Han, you asked us to help you stare at the stuff, don’t you, don’t you worry. I stared at you without blinking!”

“Anchor, come on! We are with you!”

“Anchor, that monster seems to be pulling a siege chisel with his hand!”

The lives of these viewers are generally very ordinary, and only in the cold live broadcast, they feel such a little blood surging in their hearts. At this moment, the cold ruins are in danger, and there is a chance that can help.

However, the most frightening thing was to see someone in the live broadcast room saying that the monster started to pull the siege chisel with his hands.

The monster nailed to the wall, after many attempts to break free from the siege, failed. Amazingly, he began to pull the end of the siege chisel with his hands.

The siege chisel that was inserted deeply into the rock wall also pulled out the huge force that burst out of the monster’s hands from the cracks in the stone inch by inch.

The cold rut didn’t dare to delay at all, only felt that the strength in his hand had increased a little more unconsciously, and the frequency of chopping and slashing was also a lot faster in an instant.

when!

As Zhan Lujian fell heavily on the coffin lid that was already full of cracks. The cracks on that piece of granite joined together in an instant. It became several huge gaps.

Although a whole piece of granite is hard, the direction of the cold cut is very particular, almost every time it falls on the basis of the previous cut, which also makes the crack not broken, and once it is broken. It collapsed like a domino.

opened!

With a cold roar, the Zhan Lu Jian in his hand suddenly fell from his shoulders with unstoppable strength, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.

Feeling the tingling at the tiger’s mouth, after a dull loud noise. Then there was a sound of crackling rocks.

The incredibly hard coffin lid was finally struggling again and again in the cold rut. Splitting from top to bottom creates a long mouth about two fingers wide and running through the entire lid of the coffin. All over this opening are small and small cracks in secrets.

Through this crack, a faint light can already be seen faintly spilling in from the corridor outside.

Almost at the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room was about to cry with excitement.

It seems impossible to break the sarcophagus with human power. Before their eyes, it was almost cut in half.

This is not a story of a person who defeated a slate, but a story of a person who defeated despair with perseverance and tenacity. What happened in the tomb has taught these audiences what life is unyielding.

In addition to presenting gifts and applause, what was obtained in a cold rut, but also the hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room.

“House manager Yang Wudi presented the anchor with 10 rockets-Lao Han, you did it!”

“The prince of Tsundere presented the anchor with 6 rockets-after watching your live broadcast, I will never give up because of a small setback.”

“Anchor, I don’t think you are a live treasure hunt. It is popular science and inspirational!”

Hanzhe knew that his live broadcast had firmly grasped the hearts of those viewers. Compared to the shock of those treasures. Time after time of danger and the experience of turning danger to a breeze, it is truly exciting.

It’s just that it is not yet time to move myself and the audience together. As long as the threat of the monster is still there, there is no slack in the cold rut.

At the last blow, Hanzhe didn’t have the Zhan Lu sword in his hand. He held Zhan Lu Jian behind him, turned his body sideways, arching one shoulder high, and the muscles of his whole body were tightened to the extreme.

boom!

Hanzhe’s body slammed out like a loaded cannonball, hitting the sarcophagus with all its strength. The sturdy collision, the pain that caused the cold rut was also very thick. Despite being the most muscular arm, it twitched violently after the impact.

Fortunately, the sarcophagus also collapsed. The original cracks could no longer support the violent impact of the cold rut, and instantly disintegrated into pieces of scattered rubble. Splashes of splashes, flakes of flakes.

What was displayed in front of the cold rut now was a large hole that could be drilled through a short body.

After the cold body collided with the sarcophagus, he didn’t stop, and fell into the corridor inside the arch. After two violent coughs, he struggled to get up from the ground.

See the overwhelming gifts and boasting in the live broadcast room. Hanzhe knew that he had done it, and before the monster broke free from the siege chisel, he broke through the death door.

Looking at the corridor close at hand, as long as he runs lifelessly, he may escape to the sky before the monster catches up with him.

Even ordinary people have more or less dreams of their own heroes. It’s just that for all the living beings in the live broadcast room, the plain life and trivial life smoothed their edges and corners, and swallowed up the dreams of passionate rivers and lakes when they were young.

The cold rut appeared appropriately. Presenting what they desire is extremely true to their eyes, and they have become the heroes in each of them.

No one wants to see his hero die, no one wants to wake up from a passionate dream.

Coldly rubbed the painful arm, and gratefully glanced at the audience in the live broadcast room and said: “Thank you brothers, in fact, the most terrifying thing is not the monster, but to face it alone.”

“Because of you, I don’t feel like I’m fighting alone.”

What Hanzhe is saying is from the heart. When facing dangers that go beyond common sense, every normal person will feel fear and want to shrink or give up. But when you know that your every move affects the hearts of countless people, it is difficult for you to find a reason to give up easily.

It was the power of a little bit of hope that gathered into a river, awakening the scourge in Hanzhe’s heart.

Seeing that the cold rut is about to successfully leave the tomb, the audience in the live broadcast room can no longer bear the surging heart. Unanimously urged. But I have to worry about the cold rut again-there is a broken dragon gate in the corridor in front!

“Anchor, run away!”

“Room Guan Yang Wudi: Old Han, be careful of the Dragon Gate!”