Chapter 145 Chapter 6 Spitting Blood

Da Kui was speechless for a moment. Lian Xing and the others followed the coachman up the southern slope of Mount Everest, winding their way up. The road is very difficult, but fortunately, all five of them are people with martial arts. And the coachman, Xiaolongnv, and Lian Xing are especially good at lightness kungfu and physical skills, and the three of them went ahead alone. Da Kui and Jackson follow behind.It was not until dusk that the three of them came to the mountainside of Mount Everest. Looking around, the mountainside of Mount Everest is completely different from the foot of the mountain.

Far and near, there is a vast expanse of whiteness.It looks like a frozen kingdom. The coachman stopped in front of an ice mound. The ice mound is oval in shape and is about seventeen or eighty feet high.It seems to come out abruptly from the halfway up the mountain. The coachman looked the ice hill up and down and nodded. Da Kui and Jackson looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why. Lian Xing's heart moved, and he thought: "Is there something weird about this ice mound? Or is there another mark on the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting?" The coachman pondered for a moment, slowly raised his head, and said to the crowd: "This should be the entrance to the tomb of Tiantian Palace God."

Da Kui raised his eyebrows and said, "Boss Che, how did you know that?" After asking, he raised his head and stared at the driver.Wait for his answer. Everyone has this question in their hearts. The coachman did not rush, took out the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting from his pocket again, and slowly unfolded it.Then slowly said: "Look—" Everyone walked up to the coachman and looked at the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting. Everyone looked at it once, but Da Kui still found nothing, raised his head, and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?"

Lian Xing and Xiao Longnv looked at the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting, but they didn't see anything either. Everyone raised their heads immediately, and all looked at the coachman, listening to his answer. The coachman looked at the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting, pondered for a moment, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, opened his mouth, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the picture of Kuixing kicking and fighting.