Thousands of miles away from the north of Qinglin City, there is a bottomless crack, stretching for thousands of miles, more than ten miles wide, the wind howls all day long, ten thousand ghosts howl, plus there are countless poisons, there are strange hidden, birds are difficult to cross, the rainbow is difficult to cross, it has long been a dangerous place that everyone avoids.

The legend of this knife gorge is very wide, the most widely spread, is the origin, it is said that thousands of years ago, there were two strong men fighting, when the battlefield swept over here, there was a strong man's knife gang fell, split out a knife gorge.

Until later, there were more and more legends, some people have seen the Yin River drifting, infinite ghosts wailing and rolling in it, and some people have seen the tide-like poison group, migrating nests, of course, the most circulated is which strong person entered it and never came out, which strong person thought that his strength was strong, and he wanted to fly across the Yidao Gorge, but fell into it......

The list goes on and on.

Qin Yang had a toothache, he didn't ask much if he knew it, but now that he knows the news, he will only add to his troubles......

If you really want to get the "Secret Book of the Burial Sea", the ideal situation is naturally to bury the sea Daojun's body, and his soul is scattered, leaving no memory, only the remnants of the body whose strength has dissipated, and he is buried in a place where there are few people, and then he goes to touch the corpse himself, maybe he can find out the "Secret Book of the Burial Sea".

But now, it is not known whether the burial sea is alive or dead......

Either the burial of the sea Daojun is dead, and he mixes into the Futu Demon Sect by himself, and tries his best to get the "Secret Book of the Burial Sea", and the difficulty coefficient is too high to complete.

After all, if there is really a collection in the Floating Demon Sect, it is also a classic book of the Zhen Sect, and there may not be many people in the Demon Sect who have seen it with their own eyes.

Besides, the Floating Demon Sect has never heard of this name at all, who knows where it is?

But there are titled Dao Monarchs in the sect, and there are secret scriptures inheritance, and the strength of the Futu Demon Sect is definitely above the Three Holy Sects of Huliang.

Well, this one is basically no play, and the last one, jumping from Yidao Gorge to try your luck, don't talk about it......

"The road ahead is long, why bother yourself, the future, who is sure of it, don't think about it anymore, you can't say it, you will find a more suitable one than the Burial Sea Secret Archive in the future, after all, there are only a few ancient scriptures and secret scriptures I have seen." Seeing that Qin Yang seemed to be in distress, Zixiao Daojun smiled faintly.

"Alright, I don't have time to say more, I should go too. Zixiao Daojun paused for a moment, as if he remembered something: "By the way, it just so happens that I have a small matter and want to ask you for help." ”

"Seniors, please say, as long as the juniors can do it, don't dare to disobey. ”

Zixiao Daojun nodded, took out a ruler-long piece of yellow paper, and handed it to Qin Yang: "If that thief is dead, you will have the opportunity to see his mausoleum in the future, and you will have to stick this thing on his tombstone, of course, if it can be pasted on his bones, it is the best, and you should let out a bad breath." ”

Qin Yang took the yellow paper, and the corners of his mouth twitched......

Four vigorous and powerful characters on the yellow paper: traitorous villain.

Among them, the hatred was transparent on the paper, rushing to his face, just by looking at it, Qin Yang felt that his soul was tingling, and his eyes were extremely sour.

Hurriedly took out a wooden box, put the note in the box, and didn't dare to look at it again.

Qin Yang was a little helpless, Zixiao Daojun really hated the Burial Sea Daojun to the bones, he had been dead for so long, leaving only a few residual thoughts, and he still remembered the hatred of the year.

And you have to rely on this way to get out of the air......

"Well, senior, if I have the chance, I will do it. Qin Yang replied a little weakly......

"I'll send you out. Zixiao Daojun nodded, stretched out his hand, and Qin Yang saw a flower in vain, and instantly returned to the position of the entrance of the mausoleum.

A hand beside him reached out from the void, grabbed Qin Yang's shoulder and pulled it, pulling Qin Yang into the shadows of the world.

"Senior, why doesn't your face look good......" Seeing the old man again, Qin Yang couldn't help but be a little puzzled, the old man's face was pale, his whole body was swaying, and his eyes were trembling slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up. The old man drank in a low voice, pulled Qin Yang and left, but when he looked back, his eyes were full of fear.

I didn't expect that there were only a few residual thoughts left, and there was such divine power, just a glance in the air, he saw through the shadows, fixed the old man in place, and the four spaces were solidified, and all his strength was imprisoned.

If it weren't for the lack of malice, I'm afraid it would be just a thought, and the old man would die without a place to be buried.

"Senpai?"

"Let's go. The old man carried Qin Yang, walking in the shadows, quite frightened, when he walked, he almost turned into a streamer, and the surrounding scene turned into a blurred afterimage, and quickly retreated.

The old man flew out of hundreds of miles with Qin Yang in his hand, and only then did he probe his brain out of the shadows and let out a long breath.

"The old man is really crazy, what kind of mausoleum is going with you, fortunately, Zixiao Daojun doesn't want to worry about me, otherwise, the old man is afraid that he is the most aggrieved one among the ancestors of the Daomen...... "The old man was not only angry but also afraid, standing in place and stomping his feet.

"Ahem, senior, why don't you give you another bag?" Qin Yang was also a little embarrassed, he didn't know that it would be so dangerous before he went, and he didn't expect Zixiao Daojun to be so powerful with only residual thoughts left......

"Forget it......," the old man sighed, speechless for a long time.

After a while, the old man's expression moved, he raised his eyes to stare at Qin Yang, and after staring at Qin Yang's hair, he squeezed out a smile: "Boy, you are too sincere, and your strength is too weak, and you will die ugly sooner or later outside, in this way, the old man, as a Taoist preacher, still has some rights, so let you join my Taoist sect." ”

However......

Without waiting for Qin Yang to answer, he saw that in the sky in the distance, the light suddenly appeared, like a round of scorching sun, the void fell, the dazzling light was dazzling, and it swept away, and in an instant, it changed the day and changed the day, turning the night into endless day.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and a long bell rang out of it, and the ripples visible to the naked eye floated by, the scorching sun was mighty, and the bells were mysterious, and the demons were gone.

Above the mausoleum, the black clouds dispersed, the black light disappeared, and countless huge corpse beasts guarding the mausoleum revealed their true faces.

And in a moment, the bell rang again.

"Knock ......"

These hundreds of corpse beasts guarding the tomb, any one of them can be pulled out, and they can fight on a par with those three powers, but at this moment, they seem to be devastated, and in a breath, they are all shocked into powder.

"Knock ......"

The bell rang again, and the reversal of the universe, with a ripple sweeping, easily returned to the original state.

All of a sudden, the mausoleum was completely exposed, and there was no protection, just the bell rang again, and the mausoleum was afraid that it would also collapse......

......

"Haoyang Treasure Bell!" The old man exclaimed, and then as if he had thought of something, he smiled, and gloated with a grim face: "The old immortal of the Xuantian Holy Sect is willing to die, but even if they sacrifice the Haoyang Treasure Bell, the magic weapon of the town faction, how many times can they ring it? ”

The old man happily carried Qin Yang into the air, pinched a piece of white cloud with his hand, refined it into a cloud bed, threw Qin Yang on it, and then turned over and took out a table, put wine and food on it, poured it full of wine, and sat on the cloud bed.

"Sit down and watch a good show, this kind of big drama happens once in 10,000 years. ”

"Senior, you also have a grudge against the Xuantian Holy Sect?"