It's a little late today!

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With a sense of resentment, Zheng Xian strode forward, this section of the journey was not short, almost hundreds of meters away, there was a faint light in front of him, which made Zheng Xian puzzled, the flame on Zheng Xian's body at this time had been extinguished, and Zheng Xian's armor looked scarred and leprosy at this time, full of wreckage left after oil burning, like a corpse rotting zombie.

An eerie light.

Zheng first glanced at the nightingale behind him, but the nightingale was indifferent.

Zheng Xian stubbornly continued to move forward.

After a ninety-degree right-angle turn, the light became even brighter.

At a distance of dozens of meters, after walking out of the light in the light, Zheng Xian squinted slightly, and then he was a little surprised by what appeared in front of him.

Here is a water pavilion, pavilions and pavilions, everything, there is a huge white jade plaque behind him, the book spring water garden three words, the xia qi is quite immortal.

But these are not what makes Zheng Xian extremely surprised, what makes Zheng Xian surprised is that it is lush, the plants are vibrant, the water surface under the small bridge is extremely clear, there are schools of swimming fish, frogs and insects chirping, turtles and turtles floating.

Looking overhead, there are thirty-eight circular cavities overhead, and the sky light leaks down through these holes, maintaining this vibrant scenery for thousands of years.

Zheng Xian even felt that there was a strong vitality emanating from this small lake, and every drop of water contained an extraordinary vitality power.

It seems that there is some treasure beneath this lake.

This pavilion covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters, although it is not too big, but it is really not easy to have such a scenery in this underground world.

Even if you reach the end of here, there are rock walls all around, and there is no road to pass.

On the edge of the pond, there are two thatched huts, which seem to have been inhabited by people again, Zheng Xian wanted to go and see, and stepped lightly on the small bridge, which was decaying.

Zheng Xian still wanted to continue to watch, pondering what was exuding vitality under the water, and the nightingale seemed to understand something and beckoned to Zheng Xian, signaling Zheng Xian to return the same way.

Zheng Xian had no choice but to turn back.

Zheng Xian and Nightingale returned to the main hall, and at this time chose another path, Zheng Xian walked in.

The road became darker and darker, and wider and wider, and after walking for more than ten minutes, a pitch-black hole appeared overhead, and there was a dripping water dripping down the hole, and dense footprints appeared in the ground, which at first glance, were just left recently.

Seeing these footprints, the nightingale seemed to be more aware of the way, and waved his hand to signal Zheng Xian to speed up.

Zheng Xian was also surprised, he didn't know anything about what was happening in King Cao's palace, and could only speculate from the footprints that someone had come here and walked towards the depths of this road.

There is nothing special along the way, the footprints on the ground are always the same.

Finally, there were bloodstains in front of them, and corpses appeared, Zheng Xian glanced at them and knew that these were all corpses of immortal cultivators, before and after, more than twenty bodies, men and women Taoist monks, the death was terrifying, and some even did not have all the corpses at all, obviously there was a fierce battle here.

The nightingale seemed much more serious, looked at the ground carefully, every drop of blood, and then seemed to determine something, and went on.

In front of it was a huge throne like a hill, and behind it was a huge hole.

Circumventing the throne, the huge hole looked quite regular, there should have been two stone doors here, and the ground was full of stone powder, apparently shattered by force.

Zheng Xian and the nightingale walked into the huge passage.

There was a faint sound of running water in front, and the water flow was not small, and the sound was surging.

There was a surging wind.

It's supposed to be a living road.

Zheng Xian became more and more cautious at this time, so many monks had died before, and he didn't know what he had killed him.

After walking for about a few minutes, there were several forks in the road ahead, which pointed in different directions, and Zheng Xian chose the path where there were footprints, and it was on this road that the sound of water was heard, and at the same time, the wind gushed out of the cave.

Zheng Xian walked forward not long ago, but found that there was a huge deep pit in front of him, and under the deep pit, there was a surging torrent, and from the section of the deep pit, it was obviously formed recently. Looking at the neatness of the section, I don't know what kind of supernatural power has achieved such an extent.

This was a way out, but Nightingale obviously had no intention of leaving here, so she escorted Zheng Xian back the same way.

At this time, Zheng Xian began to wonder why this nightingale had to take him all the way, it stands to reason that the nightingale will have a chance to kill him in the future, and there is no need to take him with him all the time Zheng Xian, but Zheng Xian thought about it, this woman is really fierce, and her mind is naturally not comparable to other women, so he is relieved, for women's thoughts, Zheng Xian has never felt that he can figure it out, especially the woman who was still talking sweetly just now, and turned around to dig out her heart and liver, Zheng Xian felt that it was an existence in another world.

In fact, after walking for so long, Zheng Xian didn't think that the nightingale would kill him, the nightingale may have hated him, and he may have really wanted to break him into thousands of pieces before, but at least for now, Zheng Xian can't detect this feeling, of course, it may be that Zheng Xian is already familiar with the murderous aura on the nightingale.

When you get acquainted with a person, all perception of that person begins to dull up, and this is a very dangerous feeling. Many times, you think you know each other well, but in fact the opposite turns out, and each individual should always be treated as a mystery to another, unless you have the means to reach people's hearts.

Zheng Xian and the others retreated to the countless branching paths, and the nightingale began to stretch out his mecha fingers again, moving in the caves.

Zheng Xian frowned slightly, not knowing what the nightingale was doing.

The last nightingale's mecha finger points to a branch.

Then Zheng Xian and the nightingale walked into this branch.

All the way forward, the road became narrower and narrower, and it turned out to be a dead end.

Again, they went back the way they came.

The nightingale began to point her finger at the caves again.

Zheng Xian suddenly understood, and immediately the uncontrollable Da Lang laughed, and almost bent over with laughter.

This is not a magic thing at all, nor is it a mysterious wayfinding, it is clearly similar to one, two, three, four, five, going up the mountain to fight tigers, the tiger is not at home, farting is you, this kind of child's play.

That fierce and domineering nightingale actually relied on this thing to choose the path to take, which really made Zheng Xian's belly burst with laughter.

The killing intent on the nightingale suddenly exploded, which made Zheng Xian restrain a little, but then he couldn't help but laugh again, Zheng Xian forgot how long he hadn't laughed like this.

Smiling, considering the strength and fierceness of the nightingale, Zheng Xian coughed a few times to restrain his smile, and then said: "You can't do this, I'll help you choose!"

Saying that, Zheng Xian stood in front of the five forks, two of which had been ruled out, and the remaining three Zheng Xian had to choose one.

Zheng Xian took a deep breath, his slender eyes flashed slightly, and then walked straight into the cave on the far left, intuition, Zheng Xian trusted his beast-like intuition the most.

The nightingale hesitated, then followed.

The corridor stretched forward for a hundred meters, and a wide room suddenly appeared in front of it.

It doesn't look like it's under the cave at all, the walls around it are all made of solid wood, and there is a thick floor on the ground, which is made of wood, and after thousands of years, it still doesn't rot or break.

This room is surrounded by all kinds of delicate utensils, and the most special thing is that there is a window in this room, and the light from the window shines in, and when you look out of the window, it is a green pavilion.

Zheng Xian was also a little dazed in this underground, completely disoriented, and didn't know how this room was able to communicate with the tens of thousands of square meters of water pavilion carved out of the rocks.

There is also a large white jade bed in this room.

The bed looked like a huge room, with many people and beasts carved in hollows, and a statue above all else.

As long as he was close to this jade bed, he felt that time seemed to be frozen on this jade bed, and Zheng Xian felt that if he was sleeping on this jade bed, he would never age.

As soon as the nightingale saw the bed, she immediately went over and lifted the curtain of the bed, but it was empty.

Zheng Xian walked over and looked towards the big bed, the brocade quilt on the bed was completely different from the appearance of the dust servants around him, Zheng Xian could even smell a fragrant smell that only women have, obviously there were people living here, and they had just left.

Nightingale seemed disappointed and exited the room.

Before returning to the five caves, only two of the five caves had not yet entered, and there was no need to choose any more, the nightingale did not seem to be satisfied with Zheng Xian's previous choice, and escorted Zheng Xian into one of them.

The entrance of this cave went all the way to the top, Zheng Xian thought it was an exit, but when he reached the end, he found that this was actually a prison.

Here is a high platform more than ten meters high, under the high platform is a miasma that is dense into a piece, and there are hundreds of iron cages in the miasma shrouded in a blur, and in each cage, there are one or two corpses that have been dried into dried corpses.

These iron cages are obviously not simple cages, each iron pillar is the thickness of an arm, and there are faint streamers of extremely faint light on the cages, exuding vitality.

There are dozens of them that even exude a black aura.

Obviously, these cages are treasures, and these cages must have been brilliant thousands of years ago, but after a thousand years, there is no vitality and Gang Qi to continue to infuse, and the vitality and Gang Qi on these cages have been consumed, and they are about to turn into mortal iron.

The nightingale suddenly moved, and jumped into the hundreds of cages shrouded in miasma.

Ghostly figures scurried through the coffins.

Zheng Xian hesitated and didn't move, but he looked in the direction of the nightingale's movement and saw something special.

The cage in the distance, shrouded in a thick miasma, was different from the other cages that were about to fail, and the streamers on that cage were like electricity, quite powerful.

What's more, there are three people imprisoned in this cage, two of whom Zheng Xian knows, and Deputy Director Lin has sweet potatoes.

Seeing these two people here was too unexpected for Zheng Xian.