Under the candlelight, everything in front of you comes into view. It was a knife-like square platform, and he was lying on top of the beautifully carved sarcophagus in the middle of the platform.

Mao Zheng stood up, and there was a trickle of water under the platform, and there was no other sound, including the sarcophagus. It seems that the black dog blood is still useful in dealing with that evil qi, effectively preventing the things in the sarcophagus from absorbing the evil qi.

Mao Zheng didn't know how deep the fall was, and the faint light of the green candle couldn't shine on the top, so he simply came to the edge of the square platform, and saw that the platform was surrounded by clear water pools less than three meters down, and the sound of the water flow was actually the sound of a small underground river entering the pool from the stone wall.

Looking at this underground river, Mao Zheng couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that this is where the dragon veins of this cave are, looking at this platform, it must be made of nature, and the main cave of the dragon's den is formed here. What a stone cave in the treasure land of feng shui!

Looking at the outlet of the underground river, two stones are sandwiched, and under the washing of the water for several years, it looks like a dragon's horn, and the water flow is like a dragon's mouth spitting out, and I have to sigh at the miracle of nature, whether on the ground or underground, it is a miracle.

And under the dragon's mouth, there are two milky things like dragon's whiskers washed by the water, shining with oil. Mao Zheng couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it, and carefully identified it, what is this? The brain kept recalling, and after a long time, it finally came to mind that Master Wuyazi had said that a spiritual thing was the earth milk that can only be produced by the true dragon treasure land.

Yes! Master, I'm developed, developed! Mao Zheng shouted in his heart, excited. You must know that something that looks as dirty as butter to ordinary people is a priceless treasure for cultivators.

Earth milk is also called spiritual milk, and only the feng shui treasure can be produced when the qi of heaven and earth is gathered. The so-called heaven and earth are exchanged through the spirit of the earth and the clear qi of the sky through the treasure cave, and then condense the qi of heaven and earth to form a fetus: the cave person, bury his fetus, and become pregnant. It is conceivable how great the role of Feng Shui treasure land is for the remains of the buried.

However, there is no one in a million that Feng Shui treasure land can give birth to earth milk. The fetus is formed and has milk, which can conceive the spirit of heaven and earth.

O spirit of heaven and earth! Mao Zheng couldn't help but look back at the sarcophagus, but it was conceivable that the owner of the sarcophagus must have a great background. The motive can be seen at a glance, that is, to turn the contents of the sarcophagus into the spirit of heaven and earth. What is that? Immortals?.

I dare not imagine that cultivators often spend their entire lives, and it is difficult for them to embark on a path of immortality. At most, it is only a hundred years old, if you can become the spirit of heaven and earth, it is immortal! Spirit, spiritual wisdom, the spirit of heaven and earth will inevitably grasp the avenue of heaven and earth. Thinking about it carefully, it can be said that this place has become the place of Mao Zheng's great murder, and the blood of the black dog just now was spilled, and it can be said that he is offending a big thing that is about to become the spirit of heaven and earth, and he can't help but retreat. You have to get out of here! Mao Zheng thought.

Thinking about it, Mao Zheng jumped into the clear and cold pool water, and he could feel that there was a trace of aura in the pool water, and it was very comfortable to soak into the pores. This comfort can only be experienced by a warlock like Mao Zheng, who is a cultivator, and ordinary people will only feel a piercing cold.

Cool! Mao Zheng couldn't help but look at the hanging stone milk, a little aura in the pond water made his body so comfortable, I don't know how to change myself with this thing, maybe the nails can open the eyes of the sky, right? The eye of the sky, the eye of the sky, the world only knows that by opening the eye of the sky, you can check the mystery of heaven and earth. For example, you can see ghosts and ghosts, and you can see the true body of the immortal Buddha. But I didn't know that when the eyes of heaven opened, the cultivator's mana was a qualitative leap, and the spells that could not be cast before could be cast, and the spells that could not be used could also be used, in short, there were more means to collect ghosts and subdue demons.

There is also Qimen Dunjia, why mention Qimen Dunjia. Qimen Dunjia is called a unique technique, how many people in the world know it? Absolutely, absolutely. But there is one thing, if you just read Qimen Dunjia, you will not be exhausted; Research it and it won't be over. Only by turning research into cultivation, and if cultivation is successful, will it be extinct, because this is a qualitative change.

Dunjia Sect is a special sect, it is a clan and a sect, and moreover, Dunjia Sect is a single lineage, this is the great power of this mastery, which makes people unable to compete. No matter how good the people of the Dunjia Sect are, at most it is a single transmission. Mao Zhengsheng, the eldest brother died. It can be said that the family abandoned his eldest brother, and it can also be said to be the result of the great power of Qimen Dunjia. Mao Zheng knows so much, and it is all passed on by word of mouth.

The Dunjia Sect is special, but it also has a historical precedent. The Dunjia Sect also has a time when the descendants are prosperous, because there is a situation that can achieve the prosperity of the descendants and break the great power, that is, the cultivation of the Heavenly Eye. However, the art of Dunjia can only be passed on to one of the next generation, and the rest cannot be cultivated. In this case, there was only one generation of Dunjia Sect, that is, in the second generation of Dunjia Sect, people were prosperous. It was also this generation that there were two descendants at the same time, and later Weili arrived, and the generation paid an extremely painful price, so that Tianshu Dunjia was separated. caused the slow decadence of the entire sect, and the name was unknown, and these Mao were only understood through the genealogy handed over by the master.

The burden of reopening the sect fell on Mao Zheng's body, and no one could replace him, only his own unremitting efforts made the art of Dunjia brilliant.

Looking at the milk, thinking about the generosity of the sect family in the future, Mao Zheng's eyes were even hotter. Done! Mao Zheng couldn't help but gently stroke in the pool and swam to the ground.

The milk is within reach. But it backfired, Mao Zheng wanted to do it all, but because the dragon's mouth was too high, he could only touch half of it. Mao Zheng was unwilling, pulled out the wooden sword from his back, and was about to raise the sword to cut it off by the roots. There was a loud bang, and I saw that the lid of the sarcophagus suddenly flew up, and I saw a white light flying towards Mao Zheng at great speed.

"Ahh Mao Zheng was taken aback.

It seems that the contents of the coffin knew that Mao was about to collect this strange treasure of heaven and earth, so he suddenly flew to stop it.

"Your uncle, look at the move." Mao Zheng didn't see what the fast flying was, so he directly picked up the wooden sword and slashed at the white light in front of him.

"Click!" With the sound of breaking, the wooden sword split in two and broke at the waist.

With only half a wooden sword in his hand, Bai Guang stretched out a ghost claw towards Mao Zheng.

Yes! Not good. The white bones are shining, the cold light flashes, and this horse is a skeleton. Mao Zheng hurriedly dived into the water at once, "boom-" The power of a claw, the rocks into the mountain are like thin mud, and they are even more crushed.

Mao Zheng in the water couldn't see above at this time, but felt the falling gravel rattling in the pool.

It's horrible, it's terrifying.

I don't know if Master Wuyazi and this skeleton have a fight? Mao Zheng thought to himself.