The cold moon is in the sky.

There are too many bones buried, and every night, between the soil slopes of the tomb, you can see clusters of emerald and blue ghost fires, which are bright and flickering in the night wind, and in a trance, people feel that the flower forest seems to have turned into a netherworld, just looking at it is enough to frighten people, let alone walk in it.

The night breeze swept by, faintly, and there seemed to be a gentle sound of song.

"Hmm!"

Sikong Xingxing, who had been unconscious, was also awakened by this strange sound.

Then, he was stunned, his expression tightened, and his face changed even more.

It turned out that he was lying in a coffin now, smelling the rancid stench coming from beside him, and hurriedly reached out to touch it, his hairs stood up, and then through a few rays of moonlight shining in on the coffin lid, he was surprised to find that he was actually lying in the coffin with a white skeleton.

It's unlucky.

But he didn't dare to make too many movements, reminiscent of the bizarre and strange experience in the daytime, he scolded the bad luck in his heart at the same time, but he was still shocked, although it was just a glimpse, but he still remembered the person who was suspected of being an old ghost in the forest, and when he thought about it, he couldn't see through the other party's body and martial arts, could it be really a ghost?

This absurd thought came to his mind, but Sikong Xingxing had carefully pried open the coffin board, looking out through the gap little by little, and at the same time holding his breath.

As far as the eye can see, in the moonlight, there are all graves of high and low, large and small, no less than a hundred, and there are crooked tombstones, it seems that it has been some years, overgrown with weeds, lit with ghost fires, and from time to time you can hear the cry of the night owl.

"Damn, is it true that you're hitting a ghost?"

Rao is a self-proclaimed master of art, with light skills in martial arts, and when he sees the strange scene in front of him at first glance, he can't help but feel chills down his spine and numb scalp.

After a careful look around, he saw that there was nothing unusual, and then he dared to turn out the coffin.

"It's not good to stay here for a long time, let's get out first, Lu Xiaoji doesn't always want to bet with himself, hehe, just let him try it too, and see if he can get on the road!"

Sikong Xingxing had an idea in his heart, turned around and ran out.

But after running a few steps, he suddenly heard the previous music again, and hurriedly stopped, cautiously shrunk in front of a tombstone, and hid nervously and vigilantly, only to listen to the sound of this song like crying, it was difficult to distinguish where it came from, and he was sure in his heart that the master here, if not a ghost, must be a terrifying master.

The moonlight was as bright as frost and snow, Sikong picked the stars and listened to the music, hid himself, and peeked around, but when he saw the words on the tombstone, his eyes were suddenly stunned, and when he looked at it twice, his eyes were even more round.

But when he saw that there was handwriting on the tombstone, it was not the name of the person in the tomb, but a few columns of small characters, the words were strong and strong, and the end was sharp, but what he was shocked was not the words, but the things between the lines.

"The first finger of Qiankun is the first master in the world in the past" King of Kyushu "Shen Tianjun's mastery of the rivers and lakes, and the rest of the work of half a year, breaking it, and then burying the method of breaking the trick here, leaving it for future generations to test! ”

Sikong Xingxing's eyes were about to pop out.

Horrified, he picked another tombstone to look at.

I saw that the things left on this tombstone were also extraordinary.

"Divine knife slash, the Demon Sect is a master of the town, non-sect masters can not practice, exhaust the limit of the knife, in the past, there was a Demon Sect leader Bai Xiaolou who was invincible in the Western Regions with this knife technique, and then entered the Central Plains in the east, swept the rivers and lakes, and caused the heroes to tie their hands, and the remaining months were over, and the ...... was broken"

Seeing this, Sikong Xingxing saw sweat on his forehead, swallowed his saliva, and walked quickly to the other tombstone to look at it.

"The dragon and phoenix double ring, for the second place on the "weapon spectrum" Shangguan Jin Hong learned, although it is a weapon, but it has reached an extraordinary situation where there is no trick to win, and it is ...... to break"

"Tianji stick method, for the year on the "weapon spectrum" ranked on the first day of the old man practiced, once relied on this technique to block the Demon Sect eastward, and the Demon Sect elder decisive battle Emei Golden Peak, both died in battle, Yu can't bear to lose this skill, half a year of work, read all over the world stick mastery, re-understand this skill, buried here! ”

Sikong Xingxing was shocked in his heart, and he was busy looking at other tombstones, and this time he was even more stunned.

"Xiao Li flying knife, the world is absolutely sound, if this knife method still exists in the world, it will not cause my long sword to roar alone, but the end of the world is far away, the rivers and lakes are difficult to see, the rest of the ten years of work, the understanding of the world's knife method, and finally failed to reproduce the blade of the past. However, there is also a gain, get a type of "cutting immortal flying knife", this method is a different way, very different from the Central Plains martial arts, is to store a breath of internal qi, in the dantian thousands of tempers, day and night warm and strong, the day of success, the breath can make the qi like an arrow meteor, a hundred steps away, killing people in a thought......"

"White Bone Road...... If you get this way, you can enter the ...... of demons."

This last tombstone is not as good as what Sikong Xingxing has seen before, there are only a few numbers on it, but for some reason, it makes people feel creepy and shudder.

Sikong Xingxing subconsciously shuddered.

If others see these things, I am afraid that they will scoff at them and not believe them, after all, the people recorded on these tombstones have not even heard of him, although what they say is not trivial.

But coincidentally, he knows one of the martial arts, if nothing else, that is, the so-called "First Finger of Qiankun", because many people only know that Lu Xiaofeng's "Lingxi One Finger" is unique in the world, but few people know that his mastery comes from the "First Finger of Qiankun".

Sikong Xingxing doesn't dare to look at it anymore, who wrote this thing? And the handwriting was not chiseled, if he expected it to be true, it was written by a man who used his own astonishing skills to refer to the pen.

It's scary to think about.

He didn't want to stay here any longer.

But as soon as he turned around, Sikong picked up the stars but his body shook violently, and his face was pale and ugly, as if he was facing a great enemy, only to see that under the bright moonlight, the top of an old tree, I don't know when there was a person standing, it must be a person, he exclaimed in his heart.

The man was facing the wind, carrying the moon on his back, with wide sleeves in his robe, alone and independent, with a face hidden in the shadows, only a pair of eyes as clear as stars cast from between the hairs, looking calm.

The man's hair was long, as if it hadn't been groomed for years, hanging from the treetops and swinging in the air, all over the sky.

"Who are you?"

The man spoke, speaking very casually, his voice was very soft and soft, but there was an inexplicable penetrating power, like the aftermath of a bell, which shook people's lungs.

Sikong picked up the stars and rolled his eyes, the people in the rivers and lakes, who is strong and who is weak, he has to try, but he is jealous, he doesn't dare to fight, he only dares to try light skills, he doesn't speak, it's weird and inexplicable here, even the fragrance of flowers is poisonous, how dare to speak.

Therefore, he turned around and ran, and by the way, he turned back to see if the person was chasing, only to see that the other party was still looking at him quietly, for a long time, carelessly, looking at him running, and then said casually: "Under the hundred flowers in this forest, the bones are stacked, and I have raised a lot of poisons, which are rare in the world, and it is difficult for the gods and Buddhas to save them if they bite into it!" ”

Then Sikong picked up the stars and stopped running, and he showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I've seen my predecessors, picked up stars in the lower Sikong, and strayed into this place, please forgive me!"

He looked back apprehensively.

Then he saw that the man stood tall in the void, looked down condescendingly, and asked lightly: "Who is the first in today's martial arts?" ”

Sikong Xingxing bowed slightly, bent over, and smiled cautiously: "If you go back to your predecessors, if you are the first today, you are a person with four eyebrows...... Named Lu Xiaofeng, the kid is willing to lead the way for his predecessors! ”

"Huh!"

With a chuckle, the man seemed to have a glimpse of Sikong Xingxing's thoughts, and said softly: You have some meaning! ”

Sikong picked up the stars and wanted to say more, but suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and then looked, there was no one under the moon, but a whisper sounded in his ears.

"Well, the time is coming, let me see what the world will be like in a hundred years!"

He turned around and looked back, only to see an ice mask come into view.