"Remember, the person who snatched your flying sword is called Jiang Mo!"

With a wave of Jiang Mo's robe, Yuan Li turned into a big hand and directly snatched the monk's flying sword.

The powerful aura he displayed had already shocked the other monks, and they watched as the flying sword fell into Jiang Mo's hands.

But no one dared to open his mouth to stop him.

After Jiang Mo got the flying sword, he directly threw it into the Zichen ring.

If it had been placed in the past, Jiang Mo would not have taken action to plunder the treasures that others had already obtained.

Unless the other party dies.

However, this time is different.

Under the ancient tomb, an evil dragon comparable to a half-step martial emperor was sealed.

Jiang Mo has the key to sealing the Great Array, as long as he gets eighty-one flying swords, it is possible to suppress the flying dragon, even if there is little hope, he is willing to give it a try.

The ancient tomb is now closed, once the evil dragon is born, it is estimated that none of the people in it will be able to get out alive.

Therefore, Jiang Mo wants to plunder the flying sword, only in this way can he win a trace of life.

As for being hated by other silver-level forces, Jiang Mo couldn't care so much for the time being.

The most important thing is only to do as much as possible to save your life before the evil dragon is born.

"Very well, I remember! I hope Your Excellency, in the future, will not regret what you have done today. ”

After saying that, the man moved and left the cave.

The others saw that the flying sword had been won by Jiang Mo, and no one dared to snatch it again, so they left here one after another.

In fact, not every cave has left martial arts and formation inheritance.

At the beginning, when the Lingxuan Dao people suppressed this evil dragon, they would occasionally choose a cave to retreat.

Occasional insights, they will be recorded here.

This is also the reason why many monks flock to the caves here.

In the cave, all the exercises and martial arts that could be easily taken away have been snatched away.

Jiang Mo got the flying sword, and he no longer hesitated, even if there were still a lot of places to explore here, he didn't have that time.

"Let's go. ”

After giving an order to Qin Haotian and the others, Jiang Mo took the lead in sweeping out of the cave.

He also took advantage of the fact that the evil dragon had not broken the seal, and hurriedly found the remaining seventy-nine flying swords.

Along the way, Jiang Mo instructed the three of them to protect Qin Haotian.

The opponent's combat power can be magnified exponentially in this ancient tomb.

Moreover, Qin Haotian has great potential.

He is the number one mage in the Sky Dance Continent, and maybe he will become the number one Holy Magister in the Sky Dance Continent.

"Lord, the magic element here is still very strong. I'm pretty much recovered. Qin Haotian's face showed a trace of blood.

"That's good, take care to protect yourself. ”

Jiang Mo nodded.

Although this ancient tomb is very large, the cave of eighty-one flying swords seems to be arranged according to some kind of law.

In this life, although Jiang Mo spends all his time on martial arts cultivation.

However, in his previous life, he was well-read, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he knew astronomy and geography.

The discharge position of these eighty-one caves obviously conforms to a certain law, as if it is Tai Chi in ancient times.

Jiang Mo found many caves according to this law.

Even, there are some caves that no one has even come into.

After all, there are not many people who enter this ancient tomb this time.

Moreover, most of them are based on the sect as a unit, looking for caves.

Occasionally, when encountering a cave with people, Jiang Mo did not hesitate to start.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, there is no room for such useless nonsense.

Along the way, Jiang Mo searched for more than fifty caves.

Without exception, in every cave, there is a dry skeleton and a flying sword.

The shape of the dry bones was obviously the same as the appearance of Ling Xuan Dao before his death, but its expression in each cave was very different.

In the first cave, the Lingxuan Daoist held a flying sword in his backhand and pierced into the earth.

However, in some caves, the Lingxuan Dao people held flying swords in both hands and stabbed at the earth in a swooping posture.

Such a gesture looks more visually impactful.

The dozens of different postures of the Lingxuan Dao people were coherent, like some kind of exercise, and there was a bit of overlap with the information in the Sealing Array.

Even, after collecting dozens of flying swords, Jiang Mo found that even the flying swords were not all the same.

The fifty-seventh cave.

Jiang Mo's sleeve robe waved, and Yuan Li blasted through the prohibition in front of the cave.

Along the way, the elites who came from Zhentian Pavilion fell two, seriously injured one, and lightly injured one.

Qin Haotian was now a little tired, but his combat strength was still very fast.

Compared to other silver-level forces, the damage of Zhentian Pavilion was small.

And, most importantly, the rest of the monks, both in mind and experience, have been greatly tempered.

In the previous caves, they also obtained a lot of martial arts and martial arts inheritance.

This is a real treasure for them!

Swish!

Just as Jiang Mo blasted open the cave, a brilliant spear shot directly towards Jiang Mo's throat, piercing through the hole, extremely powerful.

Jiang Mo's heart was shocked, he didn't expect that there were still masters hidden in this cave.

What a carelessness!

"This hole is mine. I've been here for a long time. ”

This person was dressed in a black coat, holding a black spear in his left hand, and his aura was extremely fierce.

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you from?

He asked these nonsense questions in order to weaken the other party's vigilance.

No matter who the other party is, he must get eighty-one flying swords.

"I'm a loose cultivator, a monk who was disguised as a monk of the True Martial Sect before, and I was lucky enough to enter this ancient tomb. The gun-wielding monk replied.

Jiang Mo didn't expect that this guy would answer his own question.

He just wanted to make a move, but found that if the flying sword here was so easy to obtain, then how could the other party wait so long?

Could there be any problems?

Rise---

However, just when Jiang Mo was puzzled, this gun cultivator's face suddenly changed, and he ran towards the right rear of the cave **.

His momentum suddenly exploded, and he also reached the peak of the eight-star martial saint.

This is already comparable to some silver-level power lords.

That voice made Jiang Mo frown, and then, he saw that a small flying sword was nailed to a desolate beast.

This desolate beast was a bright red color, like burning blood.

Moreover, this desolate beast, with horns on its head and four claws, covered with scales, looked extremely strange.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mo was suddenly shocked.

He had seen this beast in a very old book.

"This is a relic of antiquity. ”

"Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon!"

(End of chapter)