Early the next morning, Ling Yu was awakened by the noise of a flock of birds.

With the help of Xiao Yilei and Wu Hanyang, the Silver Mask King cut the iron rod of a spear into four sections to fix the broken lumbar vertebrae, so that the Silver Mask King could move freely, of course, only by walking on his own.

"The old man is going on an adventure with you today." The Silver Mask King seemed to change the decadence of yesterday, and cheered up, he tried to stand up slowly, and took two steps: "Although I can't fight with all my strength, I won't drag you down." He turned a few pulleys on his hip bones and twitched a few steel cables the thickness of his little fingers, driving his leg bones: "It's a little loose, but it's enough to walk!" ”

"Let's go." Zhao Dashan excitedly raised the mace in his hand and said, suddenly frowning and rubbing his fat belly: "I feel like I have to eat something first!" ”

"Okay, let's go down first." Ling Yu said and came up to support the Silver Mask King, but the Silver Mask King stretched out an arm to stop him: "I'll try it myself!" ”

He jumped easily and jumped to the ground, shaking for a while, but he finally stood still, and Ling Yu and the others followed.

"Alas, the cushioning effect of the spine is not good, and besides, there are no sensors around the nervous system, so there is no way to sense the situation under your feet, but it is already very good, hahaha......" The silver-faced king laughed, constantly waving his bone claws, dancing a long sword in his hand, and gradually dancing into a rhythm, the sense of rhythm became stronger and stronger, and he sang while dancing:

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

Hanmin has been passed down for thousands of years, and the wind and thunder in Kyushu.

The martyr hates the twilight of his life, and draws his sword to tear the sky.

The voice is agitated and high-pitched, ancient and high-spirited, distant and desolate.

The crowd was speechless for a while.

"Haha, the old skeleton plays 'Moving Pole', and I'll also have a 'Moving Pole' dance,......"

Zhao Dashan clapped his hands inappropriately, twisting his huge fat body and shaking indiscriminately, and the fat around his body trembled: "You always let me say."

What is the most romantic thing.

Only the dynamic pole is the most infinite.

You always make me say.

But I don't say it.

What betrayed your eyes......"

The sound echoed through the valley like a wolf crying ghost, provoking the strange beasts in the distance to roar and roar.

Jin Ling'er was startled, holding her stomach and laughing, Wu Hanyang was also smiling, but she clapped her hands solemnly.

"Gotcha, gotta gotcha...... If I twist it any longer, I won't eat breakfast......" Xiao Yilei grabbed Zhao Dashan, who was dancing non-stop, and pushed him aside.

Zhao Dashan twisted a few more times as if he was cramping, and then stopped his figure.

After breakfast, everyone marched southeast towards the morning dew and morning wind, the morning glow was like fire, the morning breeze was like water, and the people at this time did not look like they were trapped in the barren valley, but as if they were outing in groups, and their interest was high.

They surveyed every terrain along the way, studying the GHK, and from time to time discussing the possibility of climbing the stone wall, but at a height of two thousand meters, no one was afraid to walk.

A morning flew by.

"There's another cave here, it's hidden." Wu Hanyang shouted loudly to everyone, and everyone walked towards him together, and in the direction he pointed out, everyone saw a palm-wide crack in the stone wall among the dead grass that was higher than their heads.

Xiao Yilei sneered and said, "Brother Hanyang, this can also be called a cave. As he spoke, he stepped forward to remove the grass and kicked at the crack, but something unexpected happened, the rock at the entrance of the cave shattered inch by inch, and a large piece of rock collapsed, dust flew everywhere, and several people quickly dodged and retreated.

When the smoke and dust fell, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

At a place about one meter high from the surface, there is a hidden stone cave, the stone cave is about one meter five high, and below the upper garden, it seems that someone has carefully carved it, and there seem to be some carved patterns around it.

Ling Yu held the Tang knife in his hand, and slowly walked a few steps forward, the stone cave was deep, revealing bursts of cold air, he took out a pair of glasses that the silver-faced king gave him in the Black Forest and put them on his head, and stepped onto the stone cave with the knife, and everyone put on the luminous belt one after another, and followed closely.

Entering the eye, it is a square stone room of more than ten square meters, the stone room is relatively dry, everywhere is covered with a thick layer of dust, the ground is relatively flat, a stone table is placed in the middle, there are two stone sofas on both sides, it looks wide and comfortable, the stone wall around is very rough, there are traces of axe and machete cutting everywhere, on the left and right sides of the stone room, there are corridors leading to the inside.

Ling Yu gently walked around the stone table, leaving a string of deep footprints on the heavy dust.

He glanced at the two stone caves on the left and right, it turned out to be two stone chambers, hesitated, he first walked to the stone chamber on the left, the stone chamber at the eye is only ** square meters, it is square, at the end of the stone chamber, is a rough stone bed, and a wide sarcophagus is placed above.

Ling Yu was slightly startled, and couldn't help but be stunned, the sarcophagus was carved from bluestone, delicate and dignified, with a big head and a small tail, revealing the chill of Sensen.

"There's another person down there." A crisp voice exclaimed behind Ling Yu, Ling Yu turned his head and almost touched Jin Ling'er's face, and from her gaze, Ling Yu also saw surprise.

"Who is this going to be who has lived here?" The Silver Mask King whispered.

Ling Yu took two steps forward, and a dry corpse lay in front of the sarcophagus, the corpse had no left arm, and the tattered clothes were still draped over his shoulders, covered with thick dust, and that posture was as if he had suddenly fallen asleep while guarding the soul of the dead.

"The Tomb of Tsumiya Emerald Pine." Wu Hanyang read softly.

"Who is Gong Cuisong?" Zhao Dashan asked, but no one answered him.

Ling Yu lowered his head, there was some hay under his feet, he picked up a handful, gently swept away the dust on the stone bed, a long worn wooden box appeared in his eyes, he slowly took two steps forward, right next to the corpse, slowly opened the wooden box.

Inside the old wooden box, there is a shiny fabric wrapped in a thing, which looks very precious, Ling Yu slowly unveiled the strong object, his eyes lit up, it was a simple Tang knife with a sheath, he raised his hand to take out the Tang knife, and slowly pulled out the knife body from the scabbard, the lake blue Tang knife, crystal flowing in the faint light, like a piece of beautiful jade.

"What kind of knife is this?" He muttered as he slowly took out the knife and handed it in front of his eyes to look closely.

"That's ......," the Silver-Faced King's voice trembled a little.

Ling Yu turned around and put the knife back into the sheath and handed it to the Silver Mask King, who took it in his hand, pulled the Tang Knife out, and suddenly exclaimed loudly: "Blue Meteor!" ”

Everyone was slightly stunned and stayed motionless in the middle of the ground.

The silver-faced king said: "This is Ling Haidong's blue meteor, I have seen it, it will not be wrong, it will not be wrong, it is his thing!" ”

After a while, Ling Yu asked in a trembling voice, "In this world, how many blue meteors are there!" ”

The Silver Mask King said slowly, "As far as I know, there is only one, only one!" ”

"Daddy, is he Daddy!!" Ling Yu suddenly felt the sky spinning, Jin Ling'er behind him grabbed him, and Ling Yu muttered: "Only Dad has a 'Blue Meteor', it is well known in this world, how can it appear here!" ”

"Ling Yu, calm down." Jin Ling'er shouted.

Ling Yu gasped and slowly moved his gaze to the sarcophagus again: "Gong Cuisong, who is Gong Cuisong!" ”

Xiao Yilei said softly: "Let's clean up here and see if there are any new discoveries!" ”

Saying that, he and Zhao Dashan immediately moved, and the two of them used hay to sweep the dust on the floor inside and out.

"Ling Yu, there is only a rusty knife and an iron sword in that room." Zhao Dashan said, "Some of the animal skins have rotted! ”

Ling Yu glanced at Zhao Dashan and didn't say anything.

He just reached out again and slowly took the wooden box, the wooden box cracked, and a thin booklet fell to the ground with a 'pop', and the four words on the booklet made Ling Yu even more surprised: "Ten Slashes of the Split Sky".

"This is Dad's Ten Heaven-Splitting Slashes, how can it be here, how can it be here." His voice was anxious with a little hoarseness, and he quickly bent down to pick it up, he was too familiar with this Heaven Splitting Ten Chops, Tong Yue had passed the first five Chops to him, but there was no Hou Wu Chop, and at this time, he trembled and opened the book, this is indeed the Ten Heavens Splitting Chops, and the content is not much at all.

His chest rose and fell sharply, and he once again turned his gaze to the skeleton lying in front of the sarcophagus, which sat on a stone bench, dressed in a tattered tunics, with only a half-foot-long arm bone on his left arm, his right arm resting across the stone bed, and his head pressed against his right arm as if asleep.

"Ling Yu, come and see, there is a text here." Outside, Zhao Dashan shouted loudly, and everyone withdrew from the stone room and walked to the stone hall outside.

The stone table has been cleaned up by Zhao Dashan, revealing dense stone carvings, although crooked, but there is a very detailed record of the later situation of the first battle of the altar mountain, which was an unbearable battle.

As Jin Ling'er read softly word by word, in front of everyone's eyes, the tragic scene unfolded, sixteen years ago, Ling Haidong's last battle,

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