The time of the half-pillar incense seems to pass very slowly, very slowly......

The wind was blowing.

The space around them was distorted, like ripples of water.

The hacker is extremely sacred, with him as the center, it flows out of the golden Buddha's light-like brilliance, and his palms are the strength that has accumulated to the peak, and the murderous aura erupts like a volcanic lava, and there is an irresistible momentum.

Feng Yi's heart was full of awe.

His strength is several levels different from that of a hacker.

I saw that the hacker's palm shadow seemed to expand in front of him, and the power of heaven and earth was combined into one, and he was attacking head-on, seemingly without any tricks, but he knew that the opponent's palm strength had reached the point of great ingenuity.

Feng Yi took a half step back.

There is no other way to advance, only to retreat and avoid its sharpness.

This retreat is also very knowledgeable, and the opponent's change must be sealed, otherwise the opponent will take advantage of the momentum to attack, and it will be difficult to escape the fate of defeat on the spot.

On the ground, Feng Yi retreated with half a step back to change the defensive position, and under the rear of the opponent's powerful palm shadow, he lost all the opportunities before.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled "buzz" in Feng Yi's mind, and the bones of his whole body seemed to be scattered.

He immediately felt that his whole body was sore, his qi and blood were churning, and it was already very hard to survive without falling, let alone attacking the enemy.

Suddenly, Feng Yi Yuanshen returned, suddenly opened his eyes, spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes looked at the demonized Pei Xixi, his body trembled slightly, and there were still palpitations in his heart.

Tang Qianxi hurriedly held Feng Yi, who seemed to be crumbling, and asked with concern, "Xiao Yi, where are you injured?"

Feng Yi, who had experienced healing, saving people, and fighting divine consciousness battles before and after, was extremely weak at the moment, and he was already speechless.

The hacker showed a mocking evil smile on his face, and said proudly: "I'm disappointed, right? No one has fought Lao Tzu for many years, and it's good that you can survive with Lao Tzu's knife." With your current cultivation, you must be outstanding among the younger generation of powerhouses, but if you want to trap Lao Tzu's divine sense, you have to practice for thirty years. I'll leave you alone today. After speaking, no one walked to the coffin, stretched out her hand, and the Nuwa stone came out through the wood and fell into her jade hand.

Tang Qianxi was stunned, angry and angry, but helpless.

The hacker let out a long laugh and flew back, then turned and swept forward, and the ghostly figure scurried towards the exit.

With Tang Qianxi's ability, he could only let him leave, compared to Pei Xixi's face, it was difficult for him to stop him, and there was really nothing he could do.

Because even if he kills the other party immediately now, he will only kill Pei Xixi himself.

Feng Yi finally regained his ability to speak, took a breath, and said, "Hurry up and follow, his current divine sense is very weak, and it is estimated that he will not last long." ”

When Tang Qianxi heard this, he saw hope in despair, and saw light in the darkness, and immediately handed over Feng Yi to Ping'er to take care of, shouted wildly, and chased him out like a meteor.

It's dark.

Out of the tomb cave, over the castle, over the mountains and rivers, the figure is like an arrow through the clouds.

Ignore time, ignore distance.

Tang Xiaodao first saw Pei Xixi's figure out of the hole, and chased after him without hesitation.

Then, Tang Qianxi let out a scream, condensed the strength of his whole body in his footsteps, raised his speed to the limit, and overtook Tang Xiaodao like a gust of wind.

The three shadows are like three black dots, each a few feet apart, running at high speed one after the other, running thousands of miles away in one breath without stopping.

After a while, enter an abruptly undulating mountain forest.

Pei Xixi was the first to fall like a light smoke, and walked to a small raised hill with ease.

The night sky was dark and deep, the first quarter moon hung high, and the faint silver light shone obliquely on the cold hills.

The hills are covered with a lot of weeds, and they are very lush.

Directly in front of it, there were some flowers and fruits that had been worshiped a long time ago, which were basically rotten and exuded a faint rancid smell.

This small hill turned out to be a tomb.

A lonely grave without a monument, seemingly forgotten by the outside world.

Pei Xixi looked at the hills in a daze, his hair fluttering in the night breeze, his expression was surprisingly calm, but there was an indescribable sadness and melancholy peerless beauty.

On the ground, the cherry lips were slightly opened, and two syllables were recited silently.

The Nuwa stone in her hand flew lightly into her hand, illuminating this dark space, but it disappeared in a flash, quickly disappearing into the hill.

The sound of clothes was heard.

Just when Tang Qianxi was tracking and landing, he saw Pei Xixi's delicate body fall down just now, and then he only heard a "bang", and the small hill suddenly exploded, and a black-clothed man in tattered clothes, disheveled hair, and gloomy and weird appeared from it without warning.

Scam corpse!?

Tang Qianxi was shocked.

After the man in black landed, he snorted lowly, and then his unsteady back came into view, and he instantly disappeared into the dense forest of the slope, disappeared into the night, and disappeared without knowing where to go.

That's what hacking really is.

What kind of evil skill is he practicing when he lies in this tomb?

Tang Qianxi didn't have time to think about it, walked to Pei Xixi, who was motionless in front of the hill, leaned over and squatted down, reached out and gently stroked Pei Xixi's face, and then hugged her sideways lovingly.

Tang Xiaodao also fell, and when he saw this scene, he didn't know what to say for a while, just stared at the empty coffin in a daze.

......

It's late at night.

After Tang Xiaodao came back with Tang Qianxi, he kept tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep, and his thoughts were like a tide.

Thinking of the empty cabinet left by the hacker in the depths of the dense forest, he remembered for no reason the master of guarding the Ding with a sword mark on his face that he saw in the Shu Wangfu of Shu County that day.

Some familiar figures and smells.

There are some familiar "Westbound Sword Records" moves.

Tang Xiaodao could no longer sleep peacefully, put on his coat, walked out of the bedroom, held a lantern in one hand and a shovel in the other, stepped on the moonlight, and quietly came to the Tangmen tomb alone like a ghost.

The tomb under the moonlit night, the scale is grand, the structure is magnificent, it is really breathtaking.

The faint silver light shone obliquely on the cold stone stele, although it was simple and unpretentious, but once it was mixed with the sound of the tide of the Wujiang River and the strange ghost howling wind, it would be particularly gloomy.

Tang Xiaodao was a bold man, standing at the gate of his own cemetery, with no fear on his face.

After exhaling lightly, he respectfully saluted the ancestors who were resting, and said, "The knife came here late at night and disturbed the rest of the ancestors, don't blame, don't blame!"

Admission.

After a while, he found one of the locations, and after confirming that it was correct, although he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, he began to dig without hesitation.

Yes, he's here to dig a grave today.

Dig a new grave.

Next to the grave is a gold paper with flowers and wreaths.

The tombstone is marble, tall and large, and the inscriptions on it are also golden.

A marble fence is erected in front of the tombstone, which decorates the tomb like the owner's private courtyard, and even the ground is paved with marble slabs, which is clean.

Tang Xiaodao fell to the ground, bowed reverently, and then began to dig the grave.

It didn't take long to dig up, revealing a black coffin.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaodao's nerves tensed, and he felt a little nervous in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind and said, "I'm sorry, the knife didn't mean to bother, just to prove it." ”

Just as he was about to lift the lid of the coffin, there was a sudden sound of footsteps like a tanuki.

Although it was very light, Tang Xiaodao still noticed it.

"Who is it" Tang Xiaodao turned his back to the man, and Huo Ran exclaimed.

"Me. The comer replied.

Tang Xiaodao turned his head to look at the comer, only to see that it was Tang Qianxi, the owner of the door, who suddenly came.

Tang Qianxi saw Tang Xiaodao digging up the grave and the naked coffin, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked casually: "Xiaodao, what are you doing?"

Tang Xiaodao exhaled lightly, and asked without answering, "Young Master, what are you doing here?"

They looked at each other without blinking.

After a moment, the two of them smiled.

They thought of a piece.

Tang Qianxi looked at Tang Xiaodao, who was wiping a cold sweat with a smile on his face, and said, "Are you sure?"

Tang Xiaodao said calmly and resolutely: "I'm sure." ”

Tang Qianxi's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay." Open the coffin. ”

Tang Xiaodao said respectfully: "Yes." As he spoke, he pushed open the thick coffin lid with one palm.

Without a trace of fear, the two looked into the coffin together.

There was indeed a dead body inside the coffin.

The corpses had begun to decompose, emitting a strong, pungent stench of corpses.