The pale True Yuan flame burned on Lei Yi's corpse, and a lot of new information came into Cang Xuan's mind. The butterfly-like eyelashes slowly closed, and then opened, and the purple eyes reflected the firelight in the sky.

"Bloodline"?

Cang Xuan sighed slowly, things were more complicated than he thought. This sea of bones actually involved the blood clan, and even that person had a pivotal position in the blood clan. They had been planning for a long time, and they had absorbed a lot of monks of different races as dead soldiers, and Lei Yi was also targeted by them when he set foot on this immortal soldier road.

The master of the blood clan turned him into a blood descendant and made him a slave of others, and the master in Lei Yi's mouth should also be the mysterious person of this blood clan.

"What is the purpose of the blood clan so much?"

Cang Xuan didn't get this information from Lei Yi's memory, thinking that it should be the owner behind Lei Yi who did it on purpose, and this mysterious person didn't want his information to leak out.

"Whoa"!

There seemed to be lightning streaking across the sky, and the originally somewhat dim stone stele forest was instantly illuminated. A portal appeared in the sky, slowly unfolding from the void in the starlight, it was a void portal made of white bones. Several figures rushed in, and the Void Portal began to blur.

Cang Xuan didn't think about it, he rushed forward at his maximum speed, and at the moment when the white bone portal was about to close, Cang Xuan entered this void passage without danger. He flew rapidly, and after passing through the bone gate, he saw an ancient building complex.

"It shouldn't be the place where the corpse of the sword fairy is buried!"

There are rumors in the outside world that this sea of bones is the place where the corpses of immortals are buried, and some people want to autopsy them to become ghosts. But there seems to be an unusual mystery in the information that Cang Xuan got from the remnant soul of the sword immortal, but unfortunately the amount of memory of the remnant soul is too small, and it is difficult to know the truth of what happened back then. And now that the blood clan is involved, Cang Xuan is even more confused.

Cang Xuan really had a headache, how could the ancients even build such a big tomb. Here is one portal after another, Cang Xuan is really stupid and can't tell the difference.

Cang Xuan pushed open a vermilion door and entered a hallway. The corridor is so spacious that even horses and carts can walk here without any major problems.

"Well, these puppets are so realistic."

Cang Xuan was very curious, stretched out a finger and pointed at the face of the wooden puppet in front of him that was taller than Cang Xuan. To be honest, he is not an adult yet, and it is normal to have the heart of a child for a while.

"Click"!

Cang Xuan hurriedly retreated, he seemed to see the puppet in front of him move, could it be that he was too tired and hallucinated. Cang Xuan rubbed his eyes very seriously, but it was really moving, and not only this puppet, all the puppets in this corridor trembled their bodies.

"This chaotic world! Wooden people can also move"?

Cang Xuan's head was full of black lines, because the puppet in front of him was swinging a fist as big as a wine jar and smashing at him, Cang Xuan disappeared directly from the place, and he stepped on the "Void Inch Kill" to avoid this blow. Just as Cang Xuan was glad that these puppets would not teleport, he immediately realized a serious problem, there is no use for the Void Technique here, there are walls made of special materials all around, in this limited space, the Void Technique is like a vase, which is useless.

Cang Xuan was about to cry, he just touched his face, is it necessary to be crazy like this? "I don't know if it's wrong to fight and kill, to build a harmonious society." It's a pity that the puppets couldn't understand what Cang Xuan was saying at all, so they still chased after Cang Xuan.

Cang Xuan flicked his fingers, and a golden flame flew out. Fire can overcome wood, and it can definitely be effectively struck. The golden flames fell on the wooden puppets, and Cang Xuan thought that the high temperature of the Ether Ancient Monarch Flame was enough to burn these wooden puppets to ashes.

Cang Xuan never expected that something similar to oil droplets would appear on those head puppets, and these oil droplets would actually roll to the ground wrapped in the Ancient Monarch Flame. Fire attack, it's useless at all.

A puppet flew in, and Cang Xuan slapped it with a "big collapse hand", and the puppet was directly slapped out by Cang Xuan, and with a bang, it smashed on the opposite wall. Cang Xuan stepped on the "Seven Steps of Demon Suppression" and flew out of his hand one after another, turning into endless thunder and smashing through the puppet's body.

"Click"!

There are quite a few puppets whose bodies were directly exploded by the thunder sweep. With a wave of Cangxuan's sleeves, a Vermilion Bird flew out, its wings were like heavenly knives, and its wings were like heavenly knives, and the heads of several wooden puppets were cut off at once.

Cang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the cultivation of these puppets was not very high, and they had reached the level of ordinary Four Realms. The coordination of the movements is not very good, so it is not as difficult to deal with as expected.

However, Cang Xuan was interested in this kind of wooden puppet, especially since this material could actually resist the high temperature of the Ancient Monarch Flame, which made him very interested. Cang Xuan sealed with one hand, and the black water chain shuttled in the air, locking a few puppets that Cang Xuan was satisfied with, and he wanted to study it well.

The remaining puppets didn't last long in Cang Xuan's hands, and they were all dismantled into wooden pieces by Cang Xuan and fell to the ground horizontally. Cang Xuan patted the dust in his hands and pushed open a stone door in the hallway.

"It's so dark here"!

A wisp of flame rose between Cang Xuan's fingers, and his vision finally became clearer, but he immediately regretted that it was similar to inertia. He was so reckless! There was light everywhere he walked through this underground palace, because there were moonstones in every part of this palace to provide light sources, why was it pitch black here?

"Squeak...... "Babble"......

The golden flame was like candlelight, giving a pitiful glow to this dark place. At this time, it was like the flame of a candle swaying, as if it was about to be extinguished, because Cangxuan's heart was also trembling.

What did he see! The steps were full of skinny human heads, and the eyes of each head were open, with that despair, fear that made Cang Xuan feel creepy.

What kind of place did he come to, and why were there so many dead heads on the steps? These dead heads were neatly arranged on the steps, and it looked like there were tens of thousands.

The hairs on Cang Xuan's whole body exploded, as if he was in an ice cave. This scene is so terrifying, tens of thousands of dead heads, anyone who sees it will go crazy.

Cang Xuan didn't want to stay in this evil place for a moment, and he took stiff steps to leave here. However, it was only then that he saw the ancient inscriptions written on the side of the steps, which read: "I cut off 36,812 heads, and realized the Shura beheading"!

Cang Xuan's whole person stayed there, this was like the scene of Shura's hell, these 36,812 lives were just for a combat skill. Is this still a compassionate and admired immortal? It's not even as good as a beast!

"Squeak...... "Babble"......

Only then did Cang Xuan pay attention to the dark coffins placed in the distance, and counted the hundreds of large and small coffins, all of which made strange grinding sounds.

"Bloodline"!

Cang Xuan looked at the ghosts that crawled out of the coffin and said.

The body is rickety, skinny like a material. Deep sunken cheeks, blood-red eyes, and sheared nails that are several inches long are all portrayals of their common portrayal. These ghost creatures were staring at Cang Xuan fiercely at this time, and the shears of several inches of armor reflected the black light in the firelight.

"Low-grade reptiles, should be killed"!

Cang Xuan said indifferently, his voice was bone-chilling, making people feel as if they had fallen into the Nine Hells.