Cultivation is not terrible, you only need to meditate and cultivate to recover, after all, the realm has already been reached, what is missing is just resources, and what is sad is how to get out of this prison-like stone room, as well as the attitude of the sect towards itself.

Bang –

With all his might, there was a violent roar on the door of the stone chamber, but there was no change at all, not moving at all, not even a single piece of broken stone was dropped, it was really hard!

The thirty-three who did not give up his heart were running his backbone with all his might, and his whole body and mind were immersed in a state of earth-shaking, and the suddenly running backbone energy seemed to be sucked away by something, and it quickly converged towards the golden frontal bone on his forehead.

Boom –

Thirty-three only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his eyes suddenly moved forward rapidly, pulling himself almost apart, and the sudden change Shan Thirteen had not yet digested it, and the whole person slammed towards the golden gate.

The towering giant gate was like a transparent drop of water, and it actually passed through, and the sight of Mountain Thirteen brightened again, and what he saw was a misty space, with mountains, water, and vegetation.

The body moves around at will, and there is a feeling of being down-to-earth, isn't this the body of your own soul?

Shan 13 unconsciously touched his face, but screamed exaggeratedly: "This is not true, this is not true?" stumbled all the way to a small stream, looking at the figure in the water.

The white humanoid skeleton is waving its arms, every movement is the opposite of Mountain Thirteen, Mountain Thirteen is stupid, is this really himself?

Is he actually a skeleton, and he is dead?

Shan Thirteen was completely chaotic, and rushed into the water frantically, and the cold river water told him that this was the real feeling.

Why, why is that?

"Ahh

Shan Thirteen, who was in a daze, suddenly felt very mentally exhausted, and his eyes retreated rapidly, and the stream in front of him continued to shrink, and even disappeared, trembling all over, and reappeared in the stone chamber.

What was it just now?

Shan 13 touched his drowsy head, his spirit at the moment was quite tired, much more serious than many days of sleeplessness.

Buzz –

A small mini axe appeared in the palm of his hand, which was a little thicker than before the bone body was injured, and he slashed towards the door of the stone chamber with the same heart.

There was no expected noise, no expected miracle, and the whole attack was silent, as if nothing had happened.

Shan Thirteen recalls every process, this move is only lacking momentum, the momentum of his own perception, is it related to mental exhaustion?

After some internal inspection, I found that the backbone in my body was not consumed at all, what is going on, could it be that I was hallucinating just now?

Plop –

Outside the stone room, there was a sudden sound of falling to the ground, and Yamasan put his ear to the door, vaguely hearing someone looking for something, and then the sound of the key unlocking came from the door of the stone room.

Click-

The door of the stone chamber was opened, and a young monk walked in from the outside, looking at Shan Thirteen lying on the ground with an indifferent expression, his body scurryed, and his crooked five fingers mercilessly clasped Shan Thirteen's throat.

Click-

The person who came did not have the joy of winning, but looked at Shan Thirteen's playful smiling face with a panicked face, and the crisp sound was the sound of his two fingers breaking.

"Y- how can you still move if your bones are all broken?"

Shan Thirteen jumped up, struck back with his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's neck. Although the backbone qi is only at the peak of innate cultivation, the strength of the physical body has not degraded with the condensation of the broken bones, and it is still easy to deal with the five-fold kid in the qi training period in front of him, especially when the other party has no knowledge.

"Say, who told you to do this?"

Shan Thirteen is killing at the moment, and he has become a mess of soft mud, and there are still people who want their own rotten lives, where is it sacred, and I want to see it today.

"I'm—"

The person who came was just about to speak, but a one-foot-long sword tip suddenly appeared on his chest, and the cold sword light took away the life of the young monk.

Master!

Shan Thirteen couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, he was able to make his spiritual sense unaware, he was definitely a great monk, who was it at this time?

At this time, it became clear that it was a black-clothed masked man, standing quietly at the gate of the stone room, and there was a person lying silently outside the door, probably the guard who had guarded the stone room.

"Sure enough, there are some means, but you are destined to be a spy, haha!"

The black-clothed masked man's sword did not stop at all, but came in the direction of Shan Thirteen's dodge with the corpse, and the sword traveled at a high speed, and it arrived in front of Shan Thirteen in an instant.

Shan 13 grasped the trajectory of the sword, but because of the decline in cultivation, his body couldn't keep up with the reaction, and he was about to die under the sword.

"Are you a giant rat from the Hundred Battles Gate?" Shan Thirteen ignored the sword that was about to pierce his body, and instead asked an irrelevant sentence.

The black-clothed masked man's expression stiffened slightly, although he didn't say anything, but Shan Thirteen knew the answer, and this person's pretended calm expression couldn't hide Shan Thirteen's spiritual perception.

Shuo Rat turned out to be a great monk in the Jindan period!

Shan Thirteen didn't dare to imagine it, and several great cultivators of the sect he had seen flashed in his mind one by one, and it was difficult to match them with the person in front of him.

Qiang –

The masked man in black was a little surprised to see that his mortal sword was actually blocked by Shan Thirteen, and it turned out to be an inconspicuous miniature axe.

A miniature axe with energy condensation!

This is a means only available to the great monks, could it be that the thirteen mountains pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?

The black-clothed masked man's train of thought was running rapidly, and Shan Thirteen's entire body was knocked to pieces, but at this moment, he was fighting hard with himself, could it be a trap?

Shan 13 didn't know what the other party was thinking, but the blow just now was completely beyond his expectations, and the dying counterattack shook the sky, and actually blocked most of the opponent's attacks for the first time, and the rest of the qi was completely transmitted to the ground by the body, revealing a spiderweb-like crack.

Step –

Shan Thirteen took a step forward and stepped on the waist of the young monk who was killed, and with a "snap", a piece of jade slip shattered. A signal that rose to the sky suddenly sounded in the middle of the stone chamber, causing violent vibrations and loud noises due to the limited space.

The black-clothed masked man's chest moved slightly, and his uplifted figure quickly disappeared into the darkness, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

Shan 13 laughed dumbly, the other party was scared away, he was the end of the crossbow, and any little finger could kill him.

Stampede—There was a sound of messy footsteps, and Shan Thirteen sensed that dozens of people were rushing towards him, and the corridor leading to the outside was the only way out.

Reaching out and touching the corpse, he found a healing pill and two spars, and the other person lying outside the door just fainted, but his body was poorer, only one spars.

Shan Thirteen lay down in the corner, seizing the time to refine every drop of power, and the breath was transformed into a seriously injured appearance, which was a piece of cake for himself who knew how to breathe.