Wang Zhe said in his heart: Most of the names engraved on the epitaphs of these tombs should be celebrities with profound influence in the history of Tongqingzong.

In the epitaph of the third tomb, a name familiar to Wang Zhe is engraved.

"Venerable Shang Fang!"

Venerable Shang Fang is the ancestor who created the line of Sword Cutting Peak, he was once jealous and hateful, and people were also thirsty for killing, the wicked people who died in his hands more than a thousand years ago are innumerable, and they can only be described by a sea of people, thinking about the demon beasts of the dead that he once saw on the fourth layer of the land of death, he knows how terrible Venerable Shang Fang is.

And the tomb of Venerable Shang Fang could be ranked after the first sect master and the first Duxiu Peak elder, one can imagine how majestic the Sword Cutting Peak was at that time, but who would have expected that the majestic Sword Cutting Peak would later become the existence of the bottom of the sixteen peak veins.

Perhaps it was this ancestral master's practice that led to the defeat of Sword Cutting Peak in the future. Wang Zhe suddenly had a flash of thought, thinking about it, the other Fengmai can be said to be very generous to newcomers, as long as there are new inner disciples to join, they will definitely directly give good pills and ordinary yuan weapons. Venerable Shang Fang's approach was to put these things into the thrilling place of death, so that the future newcomer disciples could take the risk of getting them.

However, there are many layers in the land of death, and most of the newcomer disciples are blocked in the first three layers, and their lives are in danger further down, so as time goes by, the Yuan Weapon Pill or something is not only used by the Yin Evil Demon Beast to cultivate, resulting in damage, but also the disciples of the previous generation take it, and the disciples of the later generations can get less.

It's really a sentence, even if you are a maxima, but you can't eat enough and sleep warmly. The disciples of Sword Slashing Peak couldn't easily get things that were useful for cultivation, such as Yuan Weapons and Pills, so it was no wonder that the peak veins to which they belonged were destined to gradually lose.

However, what puzzled Wang Zhe was that the place of death was not the underground tomb that Venerable Shang Fang had built for himself? Why was there another tomb for him here? Wang Zhe was more willing to believe that the real tomb of Venerable Shang Fang was in this canyon, on the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion, because most of the tombs resting here were the tombs of famous people in the history of Tongqingzong, and Venerable Shang Fang should also be among them.

What is the ultimate secret of the Land of Death? Wang Zhe felt that it was not that simple, but he vowed to dig out this secret in the future.

Wang Zhe scratched his head, feeling that he couldn't see anything just by studying the tomb, so he searched carefully in this canyon, hoping to find something good. To his disappointment, however, he searched the entire canyon two or three times, and found that there was nothing but graves, dirt, rocks, grass and trees, not even mosquitoes.

Impossible, Wang Zhe believes that there must be benefits here, before entering here, he had heard Shi Lao say that the sect master had also entered the fifth layer of the Library Pavilion and achieved great benefits.

But how do you find your own opportunity? Wang Zhe sat down cross-legged, then turned his head and looked at these graves carefully, thinking to himself: It is said that everything is empty when people die, and even if the things that were in life are brought into the grave after death, they cannot be enjoyed.

But Wang Zhe doesn't believe that there are no burial goods in these tombs that are more majestic than the other, on the contrary, there must be many rare treasures brought into the tomb by them, and they should be used to benefit future generations.

Then Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes, stood up, and said to himself: "Maybe there is really this possibility, if good things are inherited to the incompetent at will, it will be ruined." And these supreme beings brought their belongings into the tomb during their lifetime, and the tomb was placed in the safest place of Quantong Qingzong, and only the black and reckless desolate ape with the power of pulling out the mountain could open this door, and it was difficult for others to enter.

Only the best disciples recognized by the Tongqing Sect could enter here, and in that case, inheriting the wealth left by the predecessors would not disgrace the reputation of these Supreme Beings during their lifetimes. I am one of the best disciples recognized by Tongqing Sect!"

"Hahaha. Thinking of this, Wang Zhe laughed proudly.

Chance, the more the better, all the wealth left by the predecessors here, Wang Zhe wants. But he also knew that in order to achieve sustainable development, Tongqingzong would only allow a certain disciple who entered this place to get a chance once, and then have the means to send him out.

Which grave do you want to dig? Wang Zhe looked forward to it in his heart, thought about it, and walked towards the first grave with bright eyes, this is the tomb of the ancestor of the Tongqing Sect of the Kaishan Founding Sect, and it must be the one with the most benefits inside.

Wang Zhe immediately urged the power of the metal element, and his hands flashed with bursts of edge, like a sharp sword, and he was about to dig up the grave of the ancestor of the Tongqing Sect.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound in the entire canyon space, Wang Zhe immediately felt dizzy, and then stumbled back, his ears ached, and he had to protect his ears with his hands, and then quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and exercised.

This sharp voice disappeared for a long time, and then Wang Zhe seemed to sense that there was an angry consciousness in the darkness, enveloping the sky above his head.

This kind of anger made Wang Zhe find that he was like a lonely boat in the huge waves, and he felt powerless to resist. They are the anger of the whole canyon, the anger of the heroes' graves, annoyed by Wang Zhe's arrogant attempt to desecrate the rest of the dead.

Wang Zhe gritted his teeth and forcibly calmed himself down, thinking that he was not the only one who had come here in history, but the people who came before, Wang Zhe believed that they would also consider digging graves and searching for treasures, but everyone was a disciple of Tongqing Sect, and they were selected super geniuses, and in the end, the canyon would not cause any harm to everyone.

Afterwards, Wang Zhe took out two pills of the Holy Healing Pill, took them, and healed his wounds wholeheartedly, and soon after his injuries healed, the anger also dissipated.

"It's really unlucky, if you don't dig a grave, where will I find an opportunity? The sect master didn't give me any hints, and asked me to understand it myself. Wang Zhe frowned, thought about it, and turned his target to the tomb of Venerable Shang Fang, the ancestor of Sword Cutting Peak, and made a move to dig the grave.

Unexpectedly, the sharp voice appeared again, Wang Zhe was startled, and hurriedly jumped away, and in the end, nothing happened.

"Let's think about it again. Wang Zhe sat down cross-legged and meditated.

Wang Zhe has been sitting cross-legged like this, thinking about ways to find opportunities every day, and immediately stands up to implement something when he thinks of something, but he always fails. However, he has strong willpower and has experienced several lives and deaths, and this failure cannot overwhelm him, and when he falls, he gets back up and constantly thinks of solutions.

Day by day, still no clue, finally Wang Zhe decided to start digging the ground, except for these graves did not dare to move, the entire canyon land was basically turned over by him, still did not find anything.

Twenty-three days passed, Wang Zhe felt very tired, and after thinking about it, he realized that he had not slept once after coming here for twenty-three days. For the martial artists of the Mortal Dust Continent, as long as they cultivate to the fourth order or above, they can use cultivation instead of sleep, which not only allows them to recover more fully than sleep, but also increases their cultivation. Therefore, it has almost become a common practice in the mortal dust continent for martial artists above the fourth order of the Yuan Spirit Realm not to sleep.

Now Wang Zhe had no clue about the chance of the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion, where was he still in the mood to cultivate, let alone sleeping.

Why don't you get closer to the grave and keep digging. Wang Zhe gritted his teeth and quietly walked towards these graves, but he was also physically and mentally exhausted, yawning from time to time.

The white clouds are ethereal, and the green mountains are like daisies.

The canyon that was originally like the sunset of the West Mountain has changed in Wang Zhe's eyes at this moment, and it has become something that makes Wang Zhe think that he is in the wrong place.

I saw that the morning sun was rising here, and there were birds singing and flowers everywhere, which was pleasing to the eye, and the grass was full of vitality and green and enchanting. Wang Zhe felt that he was in a much better mood, so he walked around the tomb and paced away where the morning sun was rising.

In the distance of the canyon, there seemed to be thick smoke, and Wang Zhe also saw a hut, which looked like a village that was indisputable to the world, adding a warm atmosphere to this kind of peach source holy land.

"How can there be people here?" Wang Zhe wondered, so he cautiously walked towards the village.

When I approached the village, I found that there was a green rice field at the entrance of the village, and an old man was leading a pale black buffalo on a dirt path.

Wang Zhe looked carefully and found that he couldn't see the cultivation of the old man, and generally caused this situation, either ordinary people or people whose realm surpassed him.

What kind of person could it be? Wang Zhe was suspicious, so he walked up and saluted: "This old man, what kind of place is this?" When Wang Zhe asked this, he was thinking in his heart that this place should still belong to the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion, why is there someone living here.

When the old man heard this, he looked at Wang Zhe in surprise and asked, "Are you an outsider?"

"Tongqing Sect people. Wang Zhe rolled his eyes and stared at the old man with a smile.

"It's good if you call me Lao Li, this is Chaoyang Village, we have been here for generations, and we rarely see anyone coming. The old man also smiled.

"Rarely, so someone has come?" Wang Zhe immediately asked, there was a drama in his heart, if someone had come, it would be the outstanding disciples of Tongqingzong who had been selected to enter the fifth layer of the Library Pavilion like him.

"Yes, every twenty or thirty years, strangers come to our Chaoyang Village, and they are as young as you, but the years are ruthless, presumably those people are either in the ground now, or gray-haired, or they are also married to raise their offspring. The old man sighed, his face was densely wrinkled, clearly engraved with the traces left by the years.

"Can I go in, will there be any danger?" asked Wang Zhe, pointing to the small village.

"Hehe, we are all ordinary people, the people here are simple, and we won't eat you. The old man smiled slightly, and the buffalo behind him suddenly screamed.

"Ahh The old man said.

"Goodbye, old man. Wang Zhe nodded, and then the old man led the pale black buffalo away, and hummed a mountain song.

Wang Zhe took a deep breath, his heart was very uneasy, if he encountered this kind of ordinary village outside, it would be nothing, but after all, this is a self-contained space on the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion.

(End of chapter)