Fan Yixiao's words fell, and Huijue was stunned. But in the end, as if he wanted to be a little unwilling, Huijue controlled this body and shot at a tomb beside him. His big palm slapped down, and a slap slammed on the grave bag, and the grave cracked, and from the inside of the grave bag, a corpse immediately rushed out.

This corpse has gray hair and a withered appearance. It's just that he has not been corrupted by the years, and he still maintains the appearance of his life, lifelike, as if he is just asleep with his eyes closed. Along with his body, there were other things that rushed out of the grave. An ancient sword in its scabbard, a scroll of leather, and a few other odd objects.

The corpse fell to the ground and fell back into the grave, and the other scattered objects basically fell back into the grave together, and the only thing left was the leather scroll and the ancient sword. The ancient sword was in his hand, with a hint of extreme coldness, and when the skin rolled into it, Huijue's face changed suddenly. It's human skin!

He subconsciously opened the leather scroll, and there was dense handwriting on the leather scroll. These handwritings, somewhat complicated, seem to be extremely ancient and distant characters, but Huijue can barely recognize some of them, and can see the general meaning inside. And the above words probably say that he was born in a certain sword school, extremely talented, above the way of the sword, has a very high talent, and worshiped a certain famous faction, after hard practice, he has a very high reputation in the rivers and lakes, he is chivalrous and righteous, and is called a hero.

It's a pity that later it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that the immortal tomb would be opened. He and his three sworn brothers entered the immortal tomb together. The four of them made their way to the mound. But in the end, I was trapped in this, unable to move forward and unable to understand. After a long period of time, in the end, they could only sit and die in vain. The words in the leather scroll are quite desperate. Among them, the old man seemed to want to leave his life alone, but in the end, he only wrote half of it, and seemed to give up.

Perhaps in his opinion, being trapped here, trapped to death, what qualifications do he have to leave his martial arts to future generations. Or, in his opinion, the people who come here anyway will eventually be trapped here, unable to leave. What is left behind, what is not left behind, is already a meaningless thing.

After reading the leather scroll in his hand, Huijue's expression was quite complicated for a while. He sighed deeply, and finally threw the leather scroll in his hand into the grave, just looking at the ancient sword in his hand. He grabbed the scabbard of this ancient sword, and then slowly drew the sword out of its sheath.

The ancient sword was unsheathed, the cold light was reflected, and in an instant, a ray of sword light appeared, and the row of graves in front of Huijue were split by the sword light!

Looking at this scene, Hui Jue's heart was shocked, he looked at the sword body of the ancient sword, there was not the slightest trace of erosion of time on it, and the word Linguang was engraved.

The ancient sword is in the light.

Just by looking at the edge of this sword, you can know how extraordinary this sword is. If you can take it out, I'm afraid that if you put it on the current rivers and lakes, it will be a peerless divine weapon that I don't know how many people want to fight for. However, since it came here with its master, it has been destined to follow its master, sleeping here, and burying the immortals.

Retracting the ancient sword into its scabbard, Hui Jue threw the ancient sword back into the tomb, and then he stepped on it lightly, and the tomb that he opened was suddenly closed.

After seeing the situation inside this large tomb, Hui Jue's eyes looked at the rest of the tombs, and he peeked at the corpses in the surrounding tombs, as well as the things that these corpses used to accompany the burial. But as a result, the more I looked at Huijue, the heavier my heart became.

In these tombs, the buried corpses, as Fan Yixiao said, either committed suicide, or they ran out of life and died of old age. There are no exceptions at all. And what was used to bury their corpses, in addition to their personal belongings, were the stone carvings and leather scrolls they left behind. Most of the above records are their lives and despair.

One by one, with faith and coveting the relics of the immortal tomb, they made it all the way to this place, but they finally stuck here and died of old age in vain. It's just pathetic.

After peeking at the corpses in these tombs, Huijue's face was quite ugly, but in the end, he sighed and looked at Fan Yixiao again,

"Is there no other clue than that? Just now, if we follow the guidance of that force, where will we go? And where will those who came here before us go?"

Hui Jue said this, but at this time, his heart was thinking of his master Guangfa. If the people who come here are trapped here, then Huijue estimates that most of his master should be in this ancient corpse mound.

His words fell, and Fan Yixiao, who had been looking at him, nodded.

But at this time, Fan Yixiao said again,

"You don't have to worry too much. In this world, there is never anything that you can't get into, and there is nothing you can't get out. Those people can't move on, and they can't get out of here, because they don't have enough skills to blame others. ”

Hearing Fan Yixiao say this, Huijue smiled bitterly. Here, if you dig up a random grave, the one lying inside is a martial arts master, or a master of the Xuanmen who cultivates supernatural powers. It can even be said unceremoniously that any of these pulls out, compared to the two of them who are here now, the strength is definitely only high.

There is no way for them to leave, let alone the two of them.

However, Fan Yixiao still seemed to be able to penetrate the thoughts in Huijue's heart, she just said calmly,

"With the ability of the two of us, being able to get here is indeed almost the limit. But isn't there anyone who comes in this time with a higher cultivation level than the two of us?"

Saying this, Fan Yixiao's words paused slightly, and then added,

"For example, your master, the Guangfa monk. ”

When her words fell, Hui Jue looked startled! He blurted out subconsciously,

"You know my master?!"

"Of course. ”

Fan Yixiao said without hesitation.

"Although your master's reputation is not obvious in the world and is not known, it is among ordinary people. In fact, for some real old monsters in the Xuan Dao, your master's name is still quite loud. After all, although no one has ever confirmed it, there are many people who have been speculating that your master has already become a saint of Buddhism ten years ago!"