In front of the cliff of the underground Xuangong, the black fog is filled, like a deep sea.

More than a dozen figures shuttled through the miasma, like ghosts and ghosts, and an old man was suspended in mid-air, observing the surrounding terrain while comparing the map in his hand.

The old man looked at it for a moment and muttered, "It's strange, according to the map drawn by the kid surnamed Xin, the ancient tomb should be near here, is it wrong?"

Another figure flew into the sky and affirmed: "Great offering, you shouldn't be mistaken, that kid wanted to tell everything he knew in order to get rid of the Ye family, he wanted to lie to our Shenguang Hall, and he didn't have the guts." ”

When the old man heard the name Shenguang Hall, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and a gloomy murderous intent passed through his eyes.

Just a few months ago, Shenguang Hall was the largest sword-forging workshop in the Nine Winds Province, and it was still the target of countless powerful people, and he enjoyed the worship of ten thousand people.

However, in just a few months, Shenguangtang has disappeared and become a thing of the past.

And he, one of the four great offerings of the hall, also fell from the clouds into the muddy pond, not to mention the resources for cultivation, and other powerful people did not dare to invite him.

Fortunately, the traitor of the Ye family in the Red Leaf Villa inadvertently revealed the secret of the treasure of the Black Wind Ridge to them and drew a map for them.

Thinking about it carefully, Ye Changsheng did not hesitate to help the people of Taoyuan Village slay the dragon in order to enter this treasure, so you can imagine how much he attached importance to this treasure.

With Ye Changsheng's strength, it was naturally impossible to get all the treasures of the underground Xuan Palace out, so they secretly gathered together and had this treasure exploration trip.

The dozen or so samurai gathered by the old man are all former samurai of Shenguangtang, and Shenguangtang is no more, but they still have to live well, right?

As for revenge, it was too naïve, now Wen Jiantang and Ye Changsheng are like the sun and the sky is surging, even if they want to take revenge, they are powerless.

As for the Restoration of the Divine Light Hall, they didn't even think about it.

Maybe one day, Wen Jiantang and Ye Changsheng went downhill, and they stabbed them in the back, which is possible.

The old man took the map and continued to search the terrain in the air, but he didn't notice that in the sky, a figure fell silently like a dead wood.

A black carving knife, like a fallen leaf, fell silently from the dead branch and flipped down.

Just three meters behind the old man, the black carving knife burst into brilliance and suddenly accelerated.

"Poof!"

A blood flower flew out of the old man's neck.

"Roar!"

The injured old man tilted his blood-spurting head, roared angrily, and fled upwards.

Under the frightened gaze of more than a dozen people in black, the old man's head became more and more crooked, and he was strangely drooping on one shoulder, and finally completely detached from his shoulder and rolled down!

The human head fell, and the black carving knife made an arc, flashing through the throat of another master like lightning.

"Poof!"

The master's throat exploded, and the blood soared!

After solving the two True Martial Realm masters, Ye Changsheng was relieved and continued to control the black carving knife and harvest the lives of low-level warriors.

The "Demon Light Imperial Sword Technique" that had been improved by Ye Changsheng was already unrecognizable, and even the closest person to the elder of the Demon Sect might not be able to see it.

If it weren't for that, how could Ye Changsheng dare to show it at will?

Traditional swordsmanship requires binding a series of ideas according to the characteristics of the flying sword, and then controlling them through these different ideas.

It's like controlling a puppet through ropes, but these ropes are pure spiritual powers, invisible.

And each sword master has its own way of binding their minds, so many sword methods have been formed.

However, Ye Changsheng's swordsmanship is not the same.

Because of the soul connection between him and the Black Carving Knife, he only had to bind one.

The demonic carving knife seemed to be able to read Ye Changsheng's mind at any time, and this kind of mind was not even a thought.

Therefore, in the days that Ye Changsheng was practicing "Imperial Sword Technique", he was more familiar with the attack methods and combat patterns of the flying knives.

Once he comprehends the various attack methods, then the so-called control is only a thought.

Under Ye Changsheng's control, the black carving knife moved through the fog smartly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dull.

However, with each flip of the carving knife, it took the life of a black-clothed warrior.

As more than a dozen remnants of the Divine Light Hall began to flee, the speed of the black carving knife also increased sharply, and the range of movement rapidly expanded.

Fifty meters away, the last of the Kamikodo samurai was pierced through the back of the heart, and fell to the ground from mid-air.

Fifty meters is also the limit distance for Ye Changsheng to control the flying knife.

The last warrior completely lost his breath, and Ye Changsheng floated down and came to the first old man to kill.

With a big hand, the ring on the old man's finger flew up and landed on his palm.

Ye Changsheng's realm of "Demon Heart in Detail" was automatically activated, and the material and mechanism of this space ring were extremely transparent.

The non-attribute spiritual power that was ready to be released in his palm, under the guidance of his mind, turned into wisps and drilled into the ring.

With a ding, the ring flashed a blue light, and an illusory space was opened.

Poor, this great worship of the Divine Light Hall is really poor, and in the storage space, there are only some gold and silver jewelry, as well as the lower-grade spirit stones used for cultivation.

In addition, there are a few collected weapons, and in Ye Changsheng's eyes, they naturally can't look down on them.

Ye Changsheng was disappointed, closed the space, and casually stuffed the space ring into his waist bag.

After the little dragon eagle spirit wind cleaned up more than a dozen corpses, Ye Changsheng jumped down with the little dragon eagle and floated to the bottom.

The huge underground Xuangong has an empty hall, five directions, five stone gates, and two gates are still closed.

The little dragon eagle looked around curiously, then flew up to the altar and lay comfortably on top of it.

Ye Changsheng smiled silently, that altar had been nurtured by another dragon eagle for three hundred years, and the stones of the altar were soaked with dragon breath, and the little dragon eagle naturally liked it.

He crossed his knees for a moment before standing up and walking towards the closed door in front of him.

"Boom!"

The stone gate was violently pushed open by Ye Changsheng, and a black crossbow arrow flew like raindrops.

However, when they flew a meter away from Ye Changsheng, they were blocked by the invisible dragon elephant phantom, making a popping sound, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ye Changsheng held his sword in one hand, looked at the gloomy and deep tunnel in front of him, and strode forward.

"Buzz!"

Several transparent ghosts flew in, but they were blocked by invisible barriers.

Ye Changsheng's body suddenly shone brightly.

(End of chapter)