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"Bang!"

I don't know how long later, a huge piece of gravel was bombarded with a huge force, and instantly rose into the sky, hit the rock formation overhead, and then fell down with a bang.

"Whoa!"

Immediately, a scarred palm, covered with blood and dust, protruded from a crack in the place where the boulder had been blasted open.

Although the palm of this hand was drenched in blood, it was as powerful as a man, cutting away the rubble around it like tofu.

After a while, with a "boom", a figure wearing a robe rushed out of the ruins, and this person's figure rotated a few times, and landed in a relatively flat place.

And this figure is naturally Dongfang Mo.

Now his breath was vain, he was out of breath, his robe was torn, and his body was covered with scars.

The strength of his physical body far exceeded the Nether Fairy's expectations, so when the previous formation exploded, he was only seriously injured and buried deeply. After the formation was broken, he was finally able to use his mana, and with the nourishment of mana, he quickly pressed down his injuries and recovered a small half.

At this point, he looked around for a moment, then identified a certain position, and jumped over with a leap of his figure.

I saw him shake his legs, and he kicked the boulders to the ground and flew them away. In a few moments, a dark passage of stone steps extending downward was revealed in front of him.

But when he saw the passage in front of him, there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Before, he clearly felt an inexplicable aura that made him throb from this passage, as if something was strongly attracted to him. But at this time, he didn't feel anything.

Dongfang Mo was sure that the moment the stone staircase passage was revealed before, that feeling was real, and he couldn't be wrong. But at this point, for some reason, that feeling disappeared.

According to his plan, now that he has finally escaped from the clutches of the Nether Fairy, and has also lifted the Heart Devouring Gu on his body, he will naturally go as far as he can. The so-called gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, and he will inevitably settle accounts with this woman if he has the opportunity in the future.

But now he hesitated, and this hesitation appeared, only because of the breath he felt before.

Although he didn't know what was attracting him, he had an intuition in his heart that there should be something very important to him under this stone staircase, and if it was not as good as a trip, he would definitely regret it.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

However, after making a decision, he didn't act immediately, but sat down cross-legged, took out two mid-rank spirit stones from his waist and began to suck wildly.

With the recovery power of the Wood Spirit Dafa, this time it took him an hour to restore the mana in his body, and although the injuries on his body did not heal, there was no major problem.

Dongfang Mo stood up with a sigh of relief, and walked down the stone steps in front of him.

If he heard it right, the old dog of Tianque in the mouth of the Nether Fairy should be referring to Tianque Sanren, one of the three overlords of the East China Sea.

The Tianque Sanren are the same as the Netherworld Fairy, they are all cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Infant Realm, and they are definitely the top existences in this star field.

This person took advantage of the Netherworld Fairy's opening of the formation, and instantly rushed into the stone staircase passage, just as the Netherworld Fairy said, he must have the intention of sitting back and enjoying the results.

It was not difficult for him to hear from the tone of the Nether Fairy that this woman had a hostile attitude towards the Tianque Sanren. Then he followed the two of them, maybe these two people fought in Bengbu, and he could still get some benefits from it. Otherwise, only this woman is alone in the passage, and no one has the ability to restrain her, Dongfang Mo will probably have to think twice before making a decision on whether to come in or not.

After all, no matter how good the thing that attracts him, he has to have a life to get it.

Of course, he was also prepared, and if the situation was not good, he would inevitably turn around and flee. In his Demon Suppression Diagram, there are hundreds of Ning Dan Realm Demon Souls. And the magic sand around his waist should also be a threat to those two.

After stepping into the passage, there was no light source around, but for some reason, Dongfang Mo could still barely see the general outline of the passage.

It turned out that the stone steps under his feet were surrounded by bright stone walls on all sides. The passage has been diagonally downward, and I don't know where it leads.

Fortunately, Dongfang Mo didn't go too far, only a thousand zhang or so away, and he saw a faint point of light in front of him, which seemed to be the exit of the passage.

At this time, he used his ear power to the extreme, and vaguely heard some rumors, so he was more sure of his guess.

Then he slowed down and walked cautiously forward, and after a short while, he finally came to the exit position. The moment he stepped out of the exit with the dust whisk in his hand and was extremely vigilant, he was a little surprised.

It turned out that in front of him, there was actually a black cliff. And where he is is a stone platform with a width of several feet carved out of the cliff.

Although the light was not good, he could see the thick fog rolling under the cliffs. He had a hunch that this cliff might be unfathomable, and if he fell, he would definitely die or live.

However, what caught his attention was that in front of the stone platform under his feet, there was a pitch-black iron rope as black as ink, the thickness of an arm.

The iron rope stretched straight until it reached the thick fog ahead, and there was no end to the other end in sight. But it's not hard to imagine that the other end of the lock must be connected somewhere.

Dongfang Mo walked forward and came to the stone pier where the iron cable and the stone platform were connected. He poked his head out and looked down at the rolling misty cliffs, then swallowed and retracted his head.

Then, with a leap of his body, he jumped onto the stone pier and put one foot on the iron cable.

"Click......"

Then he saw the taut iron ropes sway, making a tooth-aching sound.

Seeing this, he hesitated a little.

But this hesitation was only a moment's work, and he snorted coldly in his heart, and stepped on the other foot as well.

"Click......"

The rope shook even more, as if it could be snapped at any moment.

Dongfang Mo tried to stabilize his body and did not retreat. His sense of smell was supernatural, and he smelled that the Netherworld Fairy had disappeared on this iron cable, and he thought that this woman and the old man of Tianque should have followed this iron rope and entered the depths of the thick fog.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hands and kept his balance, and then took a step forward. There's no way to get around here, and that's the only way to do it.

Although Dongfang Mo's speed was not fast, he disappeared into the billowing fog after a while.

And just as he had left with his front feet, suddenly there was a thumping sound in the passage of the stone steps. After a while, I saw a huge figure with a huge gourd on his back, dressed in some tattered and short hexagrams, and came here with heavy steps.

On closer inspection, this person was a rough-looking red-faced man, with no grass on his head and a height of nine feet. And his two thick eyebrows turned out to be snow-white. The yellow gourd behind him was huge, thicker than his body.

It's just that judging from the red-faced man's somewhat empty eyes, this person is clearly a living dead.

When the red-faced man arrived, he barely paused, bent his legs and jumped directly on the iron cable, and then he walked with his steps, and soon disappeared into the dense fog in front of him.

In a certain section of the iron rope, Dongfang Mo was covered with sweat on his forehead at this time, soaking his tattered and blood-stained robe.

It turned out that when he walked on this iron rope, a yin wind would blow from time to time, making it difficult for his body to maintain balance. Several times he walked in such a thrilling way that he almost fell off a cliff beneath his feet, and was swallowed up by the thick fog.

At this moment, his already shaky figure suddenly staggered.

As a result, his figure was about to fall to the left and fall into the cliff. Dongfang Mo's expression changed drastically, his left hand stretched out, and he blasted into the void with a punch.

"Bang!"

A repulsive force erupted, and his body was finally straightened by force, balancing on the iron rope again.

At this time, he suddenly looked back behind him, and he could feel the rhythmic swing of the iron rope under his feet. Therefore, he immediately judged that someone must have stepped on this iron rope as well.

"Could it be Moxiang?" He guessed in his heart.

Then he turned around and quickened his pace. No matter who came, with the current situation, it was impossible for him to meet the person who came.

When he had walked on the iron lock for another quarter of an hour, a flash of joy appeared on his face. Just because in front of him, another stone platform appeared, and the iron lock under his feet was connecting to a stone pier on the stone platform. Apparently he was already on the other end.

Dongfang Mo was not in a hurry about this, and his pace was still steady and cautious. Finally, when he finally stepped on the solid ground, he let go of his hanging heart, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath in his heart.

After settling down, he looked up and saw that in front of him was a small road, and he didn't know where to go.

Dongfang Mo had no other choice, he glanced back at his back, he withdrew his gaze, and walked forward along the trail instead.

Not long after he walked, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

It turned out that along the way, he could sometimes see some traces left after the battle, and then he could feel some residual mana fluctuations.

He guessed in his heart that most of them were left by the Netherworld Fairy and the Tianque Sanren Fighting Method.

He was not interested in this, and wished that these two people would fight to defeat both, and the fish would die and the net would be broken.

So he shook off the dust and continued to walk forward.

After moving forward for thousands of feet, there was a change in front of him, and there were three forks in the left, middle and right.

And when they arrived here, the traces of the Netherworld Fairy and the Heavenly Que Sanren Fighting Technique also disappeared without a trace.

It is worth noting that in the middle of the fork in the road, a stone tablet was also erected, on which three large characters were inscribed.

"The road of life and death."

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was slightly moved, just from the literal meaning, he probably came up with the meaning of these three roads.

But there were pursuers behind him, and he naturally had no way to retreat. Now it's ready to shoot and has to be sent.

At the thought of this, his nose began to twitch, and he kept sniffing. He quickly judged that the Nether Fairy was heading the way in the middle.

As for the road on the far right, there is a strange smell, needless to say, it should be scattered.

Dongfang Mo touched his chin, and then without the slightest hesitation, he walked towards the fork in the road on the left that no one had walked, and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

Soon after Dongfang Mo left, a red-faced man with a gourd on his back also appeared here.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, after the red-faced man appeared, he just glanced at the three forks in the road, and ran directly towards the road on the far left. Soon, his tall figure also disappeared without a trace.

Dongfang Mo was extremely careful all the way and was always on guard against the unexpected. When he had walked four or five miles along the road, he suddenly looked up at the front, and then there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

In front of him, a tall temple rose up.

The dark hall, like an ancient beast, crawled in front of it, causing a heavy coercion in his heart.

Seeing this, he licked his chapped lips and walked forward.

When he came closer, he raised his head slightly again, and saw that on the plaque in the hall, there were three quaint and somewhat old characters engraved with "Qianqing Palace".

For just this moment, Dongfang Mo breathed.

He instantly remembered that in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, the dormitory of the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty was also called the Qianqing Palace. He also obtained the bones of a suspected Wentian beast from it, as well as a large piece of Wen Shenyu.

"Is it a coincidence?" At this time, he thought in his heart.

Unable to guess the answer for a long time, he took a few steps forward with a flick of the dust and came to the huge temple gate.

Looking at the gate that was originally vermilion, but because of disrepair, it had turned black and still had a rotten smell, Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, pressed it on the door and pushed it gently.

"Crunch ......"

Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open by him.

Dongfang Mo's eyes immediately looked into it, but he found that the hall was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

So he stepped in.

"Puff puff ......"

The moment he stepped into the main hall, with a soft sound, a candle flame around him was automatically lit, illuminating the hall brightly.

With the light, Dongfang Mo was ready to take a closer look at this hall. But in the next moment, the expression on his face was stunned as if frozen.

It turned out that on a futon directly in front of this empty hall, a white dry skeleton sat cross-legged.

Dry Bone was dressed in a simple robe, holding a whisk in his left hand, his right hand resting on his knee, a bun on his head, and a wooden hairpin inserted horizontally.

For some reason, the moment he saw this dry bone, he felt an extremely intimate feeling in his heart, as if he was inextricably linked with this old Taoist priest.

Presumably, it was this dry bone that had a strong attraction to him before.

But soon, Dongfang Mo's attention was on the three trays in front of the dry bone.

On those three pallets, there were three more items.

Inside the tray on the left is an ancient book. On the tray in the middle was a jade bottle. On the tray on the right is a wooden box.

Whether it is an ancient book or a jade bottle, neither of these two is ordinary at first glance.

But Dongfang Mo's eyes were staring at the wooden box on the last tray, and there was a look of disbelief on his face.