The secret road here, the beginning is extremely narrow, only to pass people, and the repetition of a hundred and ten steps is more and more cheerful.

Under the light of the faint candle flame, the three of them stepped on the coffin of the underworld and walked forward in the arched passage made of tomb bricks.

Along the way, there were few waves, but as the light moved forward, I felt more and more that the originally spacious road was gradually narrowing again.

"Watch your way ahead." Yang Jinghui's keen feeling made him have to tell the two.

The two of them didn't speak again, but they both held the peachwood sword in their hands tightly.

It's good to have a sense of crisis about the unknown, but what's even better is that along the way, I haven't encountered any strange events.

When the three of them walked through this unknown length of the secret passage, and walked up the old gray stone steps to the ground with difficulty, they realized the strange ingenuity of the secret passage: this secret passage was extremely narrow at the beginning, and became the most spacious in the middle position, and then gradually became narrow again until the end, narrow enough to accommodate only one adult to shrink through. And this entire dark passage has countless curves.

"This secret tunnel is too designed to cut off children and grandchildren." Jiang Yao stretched his waist that had been stiff for a long time, and said with resentment.

"Hey, Jiang Yao, don't say that, the Zhang family is miserable enough." Ling Hua also stretched his waist, but said with sympathy on his face.

"Look where we've been." In contrast, Yang Jinghui, who is at ease, has long observed the surrounding environment.

"Isn't this the Zhang family's tomb?" Jiang Yao recognized it at a glance.

"However, there is something wrong." Ling Hua added.

"Ling Hua, take a closer look, think about it, what's wrong?" Yang Jinghui hurriedly asked, and at the same time took out the compass in the cloth bag.

"Originally, it looked like a ruined cemetery, and even those pitted graves were filled in by us. Not only is it collapsing even more now, but also, and the situation of this cemetery is really like the evil dragon that I encountered that day. Linghua tried to recall and watched carefully.

"By the way, this graveyard situation is indeed like an evil dragon. It's just that I still don't know what the evil dragon looks like in your mouth. ”

"When I bumped into the evil dragon that day, it was just a black aura like a dragon, which flew from there and slammed into the body of the man in black." Linghua struggled to describe, pointing to the tree that day.

"Then let's go to the tree." Seeing is believing, Yang Jinghui said and walked towards the big tree in the center of the cemetery dozens of meters away.

"This ......" Ling Hua unintentionally walked to the center of the cemetery that day because of filling in the grave, but he did not see this scene.

"This should be the realm where the evil dragon was born." Yang Jinghui pointed to the hollow tomb under his body and said.

"But how can there be an evil dragon in this graveyard? Could it be that this evil dragon is really a dragon? "Jiang Yao saw a dragon coming out of the graveyard, and it was the first time he saw it.

"It's not so much that there is this evil dragon in the cemetery, but that this cemetery was built for the evil dragon to hide people's eyes and ears." Yang Jinghui thought for a while, and judged with years of experience.

"I once heard Master mention when he came to Zhangjia Village that this Zhangjia Tomb hides a great secret, and he originally calculated that he was going to die here, but he still held a Dao heart to save the Zhang family father and son. He repeatedly avoided the catastrophe, but he still couldn't escape after all. Linghua said.

"Did your master mention anything else during his lifetime?" Yang Jinghui asked.

"Master once said that there is indeed an evil dragon hidden under this grave, when he found it a few years ago, he planned to get rid of it completely, but when he went down to the tomb, he found that this place was cast with his life by his predecessors, only when the time was ripe, the evil dragon was born and destroyed, and there was no other way, and this Zhang family, on the surface, are all ordinary villagers, but in fact they are all people who protect the evil dragon. It's just that with the change of the times, the village has no choice but to accept the foreign population, but the only condition is to change the surname Zhang. It is precisely in this way that my master can't know whether the rescued Zhang family father and son are the guardians of the evil dragon. Linghua said.

"It should be." Jiang Yao answered, after all, the three of them had just crawled out of the secret passage of the Zhang family.

"When Master was dying, everything was clear, and everything was arranged by fate." Ling Hua said, and the peach blossom eyes were already hazy.

"It's a pity, a Taoist master can't get out of his fate after all." Yang Jinghui slapped his hand on Ling Hua's shoulder, and at the same time regretted that he had not been able to witness the master's demeanor.

"Okay Linghua, we have to continue to explore and destroy the evil dragon in order to avenge our master." Jiang Yao kindly persuaded.

"Get ready, let's go to the grave." Yang Jinghui let go of his hand and looked at the bottomless tomb and said.

"Down to the grave?" Jiang Yao has not yet become a monk's big mouth.

"Or else?" Ling Hua rubbed his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Jiang Yao and said.

"Shall we go on like this? But if we encounter the evil dragon again, then we will kill ourselves. Jiang Yao's concern is not unreasonable.

"But now that the evil dragon has just been born, we can't find out what it is, get rid of it at once, and when he recovers, he can only die a worse death." Yang Jinghui's face was full of worry.

"Let's go, sister protect you." Ling Hua tilted his head almost against Jiang Yao's face, blinked and said, while patting the cloth bag full of magic weapons on his body.

"Jiang Yao, according to my observation and that of your Uncle Liu, your current body may have a special ability, which is self-healing. And now you are the head of the Wyvern Sect, although you have experienced a lot, you have always lacked experience and experience, and you have to go to the tomb this time. Yang Jinghui said solemnly.

"Going to the grave is a must. But self-healing? Jiang Yao's face also became serious.

"You said that the Heavenly Eye and Blood Essence you have have made your blood have a qualitative change, and it can be used to restrain evil spirits to the greatest extent, and your self-healing ability may be brought by Tai Sui who entered the body that day." Yang Jinghui frowned and analyzed.

"Let's go to the tomb, time waits for no one, meet Senior Brother Liu early, and go to rescue Senior Brother Ling Fei."

"Good, good." Jiang Yao, who was still immersed in Yang Jinghui's words, was completely interrupted by Ling Hua's pulling, and the emotions in his heart were secretly surging for no reason, and it turned out that Ling Hua had never let go of his heart......

"It's still the old rule, I'll go down first to find out the situation, and Linghua Jiang Yao will come down in turn." Yang Jinghui looked at the two juniors and asked.

The candle brought out from the dark passage was only as much as a fingernail, and Yang Jinghui found a simple and flammable pine stick everywhere, and after igniting it, it shone at the mouth of the pitch-black hole and climbed down lightly.

I don't know how long it took, the two looked from the tomb, and there was a faint fire in the deep underground between them, and Yang Jinghui was using the general sound transmission technique of the Daomen to tell the two people on the tomb to come down.

Although Ling Hua did not have the dexterity of Yang Jinghui, he took out a thin rope from his pocket bag, which was extremely thin, only as thick as a finger.

"Jiang Yao, this rope is tied to your body, you go down first, and there will be people up and down to answer it." Ling Hua said as he tied the rope to Jiang Yao's waist.

"Ling Hua, you go down first, even if I don't believe in this rope, but as a boy, I should protect you thoroughly." Jiang Yao, who spoke, took the rope and punched it one after another, a full five circles, wrapped around Ling Hua's tiny waist.

Ling Hua didn't argue with Jiang Yao, and let Jiang Yao tiptoe.

"You're up there, be careful, we're all down there to pick you up." Ling Hua glanced at Jiang Yao, and the words in his mouth seemed to be unspoken, and turned around and walked towards the tomb.

"Ling Hua, if Ling Fei is real...... Will you ......" Jiang Yao squirmed and looked at the pretty figure who was about to leave, and finally couldn't help but squirm and ask.

"I'll talk about it when it's over." Ling Hua turned his head and said to the older boy who was only a year younger than him in a way that he had never seen before.

"Stay safe." Although Jiang Yao didn't say everything, Ling Hua, who was active, already understood.