The incantation is mysterious and obscure, and with Qin Hao's current cultivation, it is impossible to see the clues, but the faint aura emanating from it is so familiar. There is a feeling of blending water and milk, and the same line.

While he was observing, Qin Hao suddenly felt a shock to his body, and then the Xue Lan Sword appeared out of thin air, running towards the stone wall and stabbing straight through! Qin Hao stretched out his hand to stop it, but when his hand touched the stone wall, it seemed to penetrate the foam, and it was easily penetrated.

"What's going on!" Qin Hao was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted his hand, and the Xue Lan Sword was summoned back to his body again.

The Xue Lan Sword could have an induction with this tomb, which couldn't help but make Qin Hao feel frightened. Does this sword still know its owner? or ...... Is its owner still alive?

The more he thought about it, the more creepy Qin Hao felt. Originally, he had been looking for the entrance to the cave, but when he actually stood at the entrance of the tomb, he did not dare to enter it.

Just when Qin Hao was hesitating, wanting to step inside, and worried that some kind of mutation would occur in it, a powerful spiritual power suddenly approached from the east.

"It's Li Dry Water!"

Qin Hao was very vigilant in his heart, and when he turned around to look, he saw a green vine withered wood staff plugged in his face, and he was about to nail himself to the stone wall.

At this time, there was no way to avoid it, Qin Hao clenched his teeth, thinking that whether he was dead or alive, he always had to step forward to take a look, so he jumped forward and disappeared into the stone wall.

At the same time, the palm of Qingteng's hand slammed into the stone wall, splashing Dao sparks, and a huge net of vines covered it. But in vain, the enchantment attribute did not allow Li Kushui to pass through.

The blow was fruitless, and Li Kushui stood in front of the smooth stone wall, his face gloomy and stunned. Finally, he sighed, sat cross-legged under the rock, frowned bitterly like an old monk, and said to himself: "Why does Yundao always protect you......"

The moment he entered the stone wall, Qin Hao's face suddenly turned pale, his body was almost unstable, and he stumbled to the ground. If it weren't for the Xue Lan sword, he would have crashed into the moonstone that scattered a soft halo on the wall.

It is a narrow corridor made entirely of strange black rock. And these rocks were exuding an extremely strange spiritual power, compressing all the spiritual power in Qin Hao's body into the dantian.

Losing the suppression of spiritual power, the vine toxin attack was even more severe. If it continues according to the current situation, within half an hour, Qin Hao will be paralyzed all over his body due to the attack of toxin.

Seeing that Li Kushui hadn't followed for a long time, Qin Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it is poisoned in such a place, Qin Hao is also confident that he can withstand the outbreak for a period of time with his strong physical fitness.

Just when he wanted to meditate cross-legged and quietly refine the spiritual power in his body, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in front of him. The sound is not heavy, but it is particularly harsh in the enclosed corridor.

Qin Hao suddenly became vigilant, and slowly probed forward with the Xue Lan sword. Without waiting for three or five steps, I suddenly saw a vague back, slowly moving forward.

Judging from the figure, it looks like a thin woman, and her walking appearance is a little stiff, as if she is staring directly at something in front of her......

A grave for the dead, why would anyone walk!? Couldn't help but feel a cool breath rushing out from the top of Qin Hao's head, he forcibly endured the feeling of chills on his spine, and approached the woman little by little.

There is a special effect here that can suppress people's spiritual power, no matter how strong the other party is, Qin Hao has some confidence to deal with it. But just as he was staggering forward, he suddenly noticed a white light in front of him.

The promenade is gentle and extends upward, in the shape of an arched bridge. Qin Hao first saw a light light light on the horizon, and then that light gradually filled the entire field of vision.

It was like a scorching sun filled with melting, and the light was extremely dazzling, so that Qin Hao had to cover his eyes with one hand and move forward cautiously.

When he was about to touch the dazzling white, Hua Guang suddenly stopped, and in front of him was a rectangular room. And the moment Qin Hao entered, there was a stone door slamming behind him.

Pushing the crack of the tightly closed door, Qin Hao finally gave up the naïve idea of breaking the door. How could the tomb of a powerful man be broken open by his own brute force.

When I looked closely into the room, I found that the opposite wall was embossed with a door-like pattern, and there was a bead-like carving in the middle of the pattern, which looked very strange.

Looking around, there are some ancient murals, although the lines are simple, but they are rough and meaningful, all in one go. Walking around the wall, Qin Hao could probably see the meaning clearly.

The story described in it is not so obscure, but it is the story of a winged race fighting against the human race. Most of them are marked with words, but unfortunately Qin Hao can't understand them, so he can only guess the meaning through the pictures.

From the mural, Qin Hao couldn't find a clue to leave, so he began to study the roof in detail. The top was still a smooth black rock, with chains on the rock, and the chains were attached to the nine sarcophagus, which looked very evil.

It is estimated that it is some burial objects, or treasures and the like. Qin Hao was not greedy, firstly, because he didn't want to disturb the silence of the deceased, and secondly, he was afraid of causing some mutations......

Enclosed in such a space, no matter how anxious you are, there is nothing you can do. Qin Hao simply sat down, meditated cross-legged, first healed his injuries, and then carefully looked for clues that could let him go.

Before Qin Hao could settle down, he heard the sound of chains above his head. He hurriedly looked up and saw nine sarcophagi sliding off the chains one after another, smashing to the ground and falling all over the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Qin Hao saw nine beautiful women standing in the center, their faces peaceful and quiet, and their eyes closed as if they were asleep.

But...... Qin Hao could still hear the faint wheezing sound and the surging and powerful heartbeat.

"They're alive!"

Qin Hao couldn't help but be shocked, hurriedly took two steps back, raised the Xue Lan sword to defend, and was ready to deal with a sudden attack at any time.

Judging from the breath, the women are all nine layers of the wheel sea, but a person who has survived in the sarcophagus for three hundred years feels weird no matter how you look at it.

After a few seconds of silence, the women opened their eyes in unison. The scarlet pupils flashed with a confused color, and when they put their eyes on Qin Hao's body, they were suddenly replaced by greed.

The scarlet pupils and greedy eyes made Qin Hao think of those blood clans outside. Could it be that these women are also blood?

When Qin Hao was guessing, the nine women were as dexterous as cheetahs, coming towards Qin Hao's place, and their strange speed was definitely not below Qin Hao. Before he could react, his chest was torn apart, and the flesh and blood of the slap were swallowed by the woman, greedily devoured......