The night sky was full of stars, but Haoyue hid in the black clouds, sprinkling a little silver moonlight on the dark earth, casting a veil of mystery over this peaceful land.

Under this hazy veil, there is such a quiet valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides, surrounded by mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers, there is such a house in the center of the valley, a typical European-style house, simple but without losing style.

And this elegant little house has a small back garden, which is full of flowers, and in the soft moonlight, an old man with a kind face is hunched over, carefully tending to the flowers.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light bloomed behind the old man, and then a middle-aged man in a blue robe appeared behind him.

The middle-aged man was tall, straight, and handsome, holding a magic wand that was almost his height.

The old man glanced at it obliquely, but did not turn around, and continued to take care of the flowers.

"Lord Orlante!" the middle-aged man put away the magic wand in his hand, then put his right hand on his chest, and bowed to greet the old man.

"I said, William, you, since you respect me so much, why don't you knock on the door and come in?" the old man's tone was a little dissatisfied, still taking care of the bright red.

......The middle-aged man known as William showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Lord Orlante, I'm ashamed of my rude behavior just now, and I really offended you, my lord!"

"Forget it, you didn't do it once or twice. Orlante waved his hand and said, "Why, you still have to come to me so late, what's the matter?"

"My lord, I forgive you for coming to disturb you so late, because this matter is really urgent!" William pulled out a circular totem that had split in half.

The old man was a little surprised, and hurriedly picked up the round totem, put the split halves back together, and looked at them carefully.

The totem depicts a spider with an extremely hideous appearance, with eight stars above the totem.

"It's ...... Eight ghost spiders?" Orlante's tone was surprised, "The eight ghost spiders of the eight stars that our Holy See has raised?"

"Yes, Lord Orlante, this is indeed the Eight Stars Eight Ghost Spiders offered by our Holy See, and now this totem that belongs to it has been split in half, which means that the life breath of the Eight Ghost Spiders has dissipated......"

"Hehe, stop telling me that this eight-star demonic beast accidentally fell into the abyss and fell to his death. Orlant shook his head and scoffed.

"Haha......" William raised his head and laughed awkwardly twice, before he said: "Lord Hui, this time this eight-star demonic beast was not killed by falling, but was killed by someone!"

"Slashing, a person who can kill an eight-star high-level demonic beast is as strong as a ninth-order magician or a ninth-order fighter...... Orlante touched his long white beard and groaned.

"And the place where this eight-star ghost spider was killed is not in our Moluo continent, but on a planet called Blue Star! These eight-star ghost spiders were summoned to this planet of Blue Star, and they were killed by a mysterious powerhouse in less than an hour. William said.

"Oh, it's Blue Star!" Orlant suddenly realized, "If it's Blue Star, it's easy to understand, there must be many civilizations we don't know about, and countless creatures with high combat power." ”

"Lord Orlante, another thing is that this eight-point ghost spider has been summoned to a place that is a test site of our Holy See, and the magic array at this test site has been shut down just now!" William's expression was serious.

"Test site?" Orlant said in surprise, and then gave him a blank look, "You fools, you actually sent such an eight-star demonic beast to guard this test site, and someone turned off the gathering magic array......"

Orlante was a little annoyed, and after muttering a few complaints, he said dissatisfiedly: "Forget it, I remember that it was decided by the group of elders to send this eight-point ghost spider to guard that test site, and it was shut down when it was shut down, and in the future, we will use this as a lesson to improve the strength of the guardian demonic beasts at other test sites." ”

"Yes, sir!" William said respectfully, arching his hand.

"After all, this plan is about the survival of our Moro Continent!" Orlant said quietly, breaking off a flower.

......

It was pitch black, with the occasional squeak of insects.

"Oh, I'll go, where is this?"

Suddenly, there was a wail in the darkness.

With a few clicks, a bright light bloomed instantly, lighting up the pitch-black space at once.

It was a small chamber with a hole large enough for two people to open it up.

"Huh, fortunately, there is fluorescent powder in my sister's bracelet to illuminate this secret room, otherwise it will be black and linen here, and if a zombie jumps out, I will definitely be scared half to death." The owner who spoke was none other than Richie, who was holding a fragment of the source stone to provide energy for the fluorescent powder.

He looked up at the hole above the chamber, from which he had slid down.

He glanced at the chamber, the walls of which were gray and white, with the occasional cobweb, a huge coffin in the middle of the chamber, a wooden door behind the coffin, and nothing else.

When he saw such a big coffin in the middle, he was immediately startled.

"Wow, I'm really afraid of something! This coffin won't jump out of a zombie!" Richie shuddered with fright.

Richie quickly walked around the coffin and ran to the wooden door, where he found a silver key hanging from it.

"And there's a key here, it seems that this secret room is not used to imprison people. Richie thoughtfully opened the wooden door with the key, and just as he pushed it open and took the first step out of the door, he looked back curiously into the chamber.

He is like this, knowing that there may be something terrible ahead, but he just can't suppress the curiosity in his heart, so he has to find out.

He turned back, shaking his legs as he cowered and pushed the lid of the coffin open with his hands.

"Bang!" the lid of the coffin was pushed open by Li Qi and smashed to the ground, making a heavy sound and raising a puff of dust.

When he saw that there was indeed a dried corpse inside the coffin, Li Qi was unsurprisingly startled.

"Hey, I'll go, there's really a dry corpse ......" Although he had been mentally prepared, Li Qi was still scared.

His back was pressed against the wall, his head poked out, his eyes wide, and he looked into the coffin from a distance.

After a while, when it was confirmed that the dried corpse inside would not jump out, Li Qicai breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously moved his body to the coffin.

"If Senior Sister Roy knows, she will be allowed to laugh at her to death. Li Qi smiled bitterly.

Li Qi eased his fear slightly, and his courage gradually increased, and he carefully examined the situation of the dried corpse.

This dry corpse was wearing a black robe, tall and tall, with the demeanor of a martial arts grandmaster, and by looking at its appearance, it could basically be judged that it was a man.

Li Qi saw that there was a scroll next to the corpse.

"Is it martial arts?" Li Qi's eyes lit up, and he was not afraid of any corpses, so he quickly took the scroll in his hand.

When he was about to open the scroll, he was worried that the scroll had been cast with some kind of spell, and it was dangerous for him to open it like this.

He was a little distressed, and just as he hesitated, he spotted a few lines of tiny font on the side of the scroll's seal.

Fortunately, Li Qi cultivated his mind and eye a little, and with his current eyesight, he was enough to see these few lines of small words clearly as soon as he concentrated.

It reads:

To those who are destined, if you find this martial arts scroll, please don't worry too much, there is no mechanism applied to this martial arts scroll, please feel free to open it and practice the martial arts inside. This martial art is called the Eight Explosions of the Heavenly Stream, is my lover Wu Changsheng's own martial arts, he died with hatred, regret that his martial arts have no heirs, failed to pass on the "Eight Explosions of the Heavenly Stream" in the world, if you have the fate to pick up this martial art, please be able to practice this martial art, carry it forward, and end my lover's last wish.

Li Qi looked at the signature, Lan Yanfang, at the end.

After reading this paragraph, Li Qi hesitated even more.

The previous paragraph is simply three hundred taels of silver here, just like those street salesmen, full of praise for how good their goods are, and they want to empty your wallet with these three no products.

However, in the later paragraph, there are some stories, I think it is a woman named Lan Yanfang who wants to help her lover fulfill her last wish, and specially wrote such a sentence, so that people who are destined to pick up this scroll and practice this martial art called Eight Explosions of Heavenly Flow.

Li Qi glanced at the dried corpse, thinking that this person should be the lover in Lan Yanfang's mouth, Wu Changsheng.

He looked down at the chamber again and groaned.

"I think this secret room was also built for him by this Lan Yanfang......" he muttered to himself.

After much thought, he opened the scroll.

The first thing that catches your eye is the four big red characters, eight explosions!

There is one more line of words underneath.

Xuan-level high-level martial arts, practiced to the third level, comparable to ground-level intermediate martial arts.

"Wow, I'm good!" Richie trembled with excitement.

Unexpectedly, because he didn't have a martial art in his body, he fell into such a secret room in a daze, and found an extremely precious martial art, a Xuan-level high-level martial art that can evolve to a ground-level intermediate martial art.

If this martial art is made public to the world, it will definitely cause a sensation, and there will even be people who will do anything to get it, you must know that when he was in the San Miguel Building, Song He did not hesitate to offend the Song family for a Xuanjie exercise, and risked being sanctioned by the arbitration committee.

In addition to the excitement, Li Qi was a little worried, he knew that the martial artist needed to cultivate a martial art of the same level as himself. Martial arts are divided into four levels: Yellow Rank, Xuan Rank, Earth Rank, and Heaven Rank, and each level is divided into three levels: junior high and high. The martial arts of the Yellow Rank may be cultivated by the martial artists in the martial life stage, the martial apprentice stage, and the martial artist stage, and there is not much requirement for the level of the martial artist. However, when it comes to the Xuan-level martial arts, perhaps some extremely talented martial artists in the Huangxi stage can only cultivate to the low-level martial arts of the Xuan-rank, but when it comes to the middle-level martial arts of the Xuan-rank, the martial artists must cultivate to reach the Xuanhu level in the martial arts stage. The same is true for earth-level and heaven-level martial arts, which require martial artists of the same level or above to be successfully cultivated.

Li Qi thought about it like this, and looked at this scroll of Xuan-level advanced martial arts, and suddenly felt a little discouraged.

Alas, Bai was happy, in the end, he still couldn't cultivate this Xuan-level high-level martial art, and his cultivation in Wu Yuan was far from meeting the requirements. Richie shook his head with a wry smile.

Although he is now a copper-skin-level body and a copper-bone-level bone-level bone, the strength of his body and bones has reached the strength of a low-level five-fold sect martial artist of the Huangxi stage in the martial arts stage, but in terms of Wu Yuan's cultivation, it is a martial arts stage, that is, the martial yuan in his body is zero, and he is a martial artist in the martial life stage who has not even undergone the awakening of Wu Yuan.

One is only physically strong, but Wu Yuan's cultivation is a martial artist, and there is no martial arts in his body, so there are still many levels to cultivate this Xuan-level advanced martial art.

Richie was helpless, but when he reached the end of the scroll, he saw a line of words that excited him.

It reads:

Eight explosions of the Heavenly Stream, only pursuing physical strength, everything else, such as Wu Yuan's cultivation level, is a floating cloud.