In the Evil Tomb, people from all walks of life gathered.

In front of the bronze gate, Zhang Yong returned here, but the Demon Buddha was no longer there.

Zhang Yong, who was a little angry, suddenly laughed.

"Leaving the Tomb and Coming to the Grave"

He dismissed the idea of going to the periphery of the tomb and sat down cross-legged.

"Then just hand everything over to the disaster, Dan Cheng Tianfu is just two Dan kings, how can they be his leaderless opponents in the imperial capital"

He sat with his back to the bronze door and slowly closed his eyes.

"A hundred years to go"

"Everything will be seen in a hundred years"

The voice became weaker and weaker, Zhang Yong's dharma body seemed to be fused with the aura of the bronze door, and the divine soul walked out of the dharma body and walked into the bronze door, while the dharma body without the existence of the divine soul seemed to have changed a little, and it did not look like Zhang Yong.

What's even more surprising is that that Dharma Body exudes an aura that seems to be nothing, it is the breath that belongs to a saint!

In the middle of the tomb, the river is divided into two banks.

There is the other side of the mandala blooming, at the time of the martial arts, only the Xianlu Wuju people are allowed to come, but after the Yin soldiers borrow the way, I am afraid that all the Xianlu Wuju people have been buried here.

This place is the same as the opposite bank where Zhang Xiyun and the others are located, but it is more open than the opposite bank, and you can go to the depths of the tomb.

A stone wall here flashed with brilliance, and a young man in white suddenly appeared.

The boy who came out was Zhang Xiyun, who had just walked out of the small world called "Wangxiangtai".

As soon as he returned to the tomb, he was taken aback.

The ground beneath his feet, covered in blood, spread all the way to the stone bridge.

Seeing this scene, he immediately became vigilant, and a strong smell of blood came to his face.

Zhang Xiyun frowned lightly and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing.

"Is the Yin Soldier gone?" he muttered, "Has the Dragon Court sent someone here?"

He walked cautiously forward, in the direction of the stone bridge, because if he wanted to leave the tomb, he would have to return to the other side after all, and as for the deeper part of the tomb, he had enough self-knowledge that he could not reach now.

Zhang Xiyun walked all the way, and in addition to the blood all over the ground, he also saw one or two corpses lying in the blood, the blood seemed to have dried up, and there was a look of fear on his face.

"These corpses" He hesitated a little, thinking of what Liu Hao had said.

"I vaguely remember Liu Hao said that at the beginning of the awakening of the Yin soldiers, they did not have the ability to seize the flesh, only the killing nature"

He looked at the corpse again, and sure enough, he found that the clothes on the corpse were somewhat familiar, and it was the Xianlu Wuju person he had seen in the Ministry of Rites before leaving Beijing.

"The mist first appeared on this shore, and the Yin soldiers also woke up at the same time, I'm afraid that these immortal monks on the periphery of this shore had nowhere to escape when the mist swept over, and they all died here."

He sighed and muttered, "It's not bad to die early than to be taken away by the Yin soldiers."

"It seems that there are no more people living on this shore, but I don't know if those people on the other side of the bank are still alive?"

Zhang Xiyun settled down, and continued to move forward, the ground was full of dry blood, which always made people feel a little palpitating.

As he got closer and closer to the stone bridge, he suddenly saw a flower blooming in the blood water.

The pure white petals are swaying, growing in the blood, and they are all a little out of the mud without staining.

"Strange flowers!" Zhang Xiyun couldn't help but speak, and hurriedly stepped forward to take a closer look, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as the flowers that bloomed on the mountain road behind the stone gate of that small world.

This snow-white strange flower had been guessed by him to be a mandala flower, but now that he saw it again, he was almost a little more sure.

"On both sides of the tomb, there are two kinds of flowers on the other side of the river, Manzhu Sawa and Mandala Hua, and the martial arts test is to ask us to find Manzhu Shahua, and the Xianlu monks who came to the other side are probably looking for Mandala Hua!"

"This flower must not be simple, I'll take it first. Zhang Xiyun set out to collect this mandala flower, and couldn't help but think of the thousands of mandala flowers that had been in the Qiankun bag, but all of them withered because of Amu, which made him very heartbroken.

"The strange flowers that bloom like wild flowers on the mountain road behind the stone gate are so rare in this tomb," he secretly guessed, but there was some secret.

Zhang Xiyun took out the Qiankun bag he got from Wei Gu and put the mandala Hua in it, and his own Qiankun bag was now holding the sleeping Amu, and he didn't dare to put the strange flowers in it anymore.

He had just collected the strange flowers and was about to leave, when he suddenly frowned, and noticed that there seemed to be bursts of Heaven and Earth Spirit Yuan fluctuations in the distance.

"Someone!?" he was shocked, he thought that all the monks on this shore had died, but at this time, he sensed the fluctuations of the monks affecting the spiritual elements of heaven and earth.

"It doesn't seem right, this aura is even a little weaker than me, not like a fairy road monk"

The place where the Heaven and Earth Spirit Yuan fluctuated was near the stone bridge, and he had to go there sooner or later, so after hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xiyun turned into a rainbow light and hurried towards the vicinity of the stone bridge.

"Ah Yu be careful!" A crisp female voice sounded, and the owner of the voice was stained with blood on his yellow clothes, looking a little embarrassed.

In front of her was a corpse-like monster, screaming and charging towards the other woman.

The woman who was called Ah Yu by the woman in the yellow dress, her delicate face was stained with blood, her brows frowned slightly, and when she saw the dried corpse coming towards her, she snorted softly, and several sword qi appeared beside her, stabbing at the dry corpse.

These two women are Fang Ran's sister Fang Yu and her friend Jiang Qi.

The dry corpse didn't seem to be afraid of these sword qi, he didn't dodge or dodge, the sword qi passed through his body, and the dry corpse didn't feel a trace of pain, but the roar was heavier, and he slapped it towards Fang Yu with one palm.

Fang Yu obviously didn't expect that the sword qi couldn't even block the dry corpse, his reaction was slow for a moment, and he was slapped by the dry corpse with a palm and thrown aside.

"Ah Yu!" Jiang Qi was in a hurry, stretched out her hand and swiped forward, and an ink word was pinched in her hand and rushed towards the dry corpse.

"Jiang Qi don't!" Fang Yu saw her coming over and wanted to save herself, but she was more anxious than her, this dried corpse was obviously stronger than what they had encountered before, and even she was not an opponent, let alone Jiang Qi.

Sure enough, the dry corpse felt the killing intent behind him, turned around stiffly but extremely quickly, and the rotten fist blasted towards Jiang Qi, and the ink word was shattered before it even made a move!

Jiang Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew back upside down, the dry corpse stepped out, and the pair of rotting fists blasted towards Jiang Qi again.

"Don't!" Fang Yu exclaimed, his sword qi struck, cutting open wounds on the rotting flesh of the dried corpse, but it could not stop the movement of the dried corpse in the slightest.

Jiang Qi's face was pale, her fist was coming, she couldn't avoid this punch, despair appeared in her eyes, and she closed her eyes in fright.

"Wan Shou, Sword Protection!"

"W-!"

There was a crisp crash, accompanied by the sound of swords.

"What the hell is this?" a man's voice sounded, his tone puzzled.

A sword shadow blocked in front of Jiang Qi, blocking the fist of the dry corpse and unloading the power of this punch.

Fang Yu looked up, and a dusty young man hovered in the air, surrounded by sword shadows, and his white clothes were a little tattered.

Jiang Qi heard the voice and opened his eyes, only to see that the sword shadow was protecting himself and blocking the attack of the dry corpse.

"Zhang Xiyun?" Fang Yu hesitated, she recognized this person as the Tianqiong disciple that her brother had wooed.

Zhang Xiyun looked at Fang Yu and said, "It turned out to be you, but why are you here?"

Before he finished speaking, the dried corpse raised its head to the sky and roared loudly at him, and a breath that looked like a fairy but also like a corpse swept away.

Zhang Xiyun stretched out his hand, and the sword shadow in front of Jiang Qi rushed back to his side, surrounding him along with the other three sword shadows.

He looked at the dried corpse, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "That's it, wait until I kill this monster first!"

When Fang Yu heard this, he only felt that even if Zhang Xiyun's cultivation was eccentric, he was only the strength of eight doors to break seven, and this dry corpse was not even an opponent for himself, let alone him.

She was about to speak out to stop Zhang Xiyun and prevent him from losing his life in vain, but before she could speak, she saw that Zhang Xiyun had already rushed towards the dry corpse, and the four sword shadows turned from defense to attack!

"A thousand swords, listen to the thunder without a trace!"

The four swords were one, hanging between his fingers but disappearing, and then the thunder and light continued.

The corpse roared angrily and smashed it with a punch!

A trace of contempt flashed in Zhang Xiyun's eyes, and he said secretly: "A monster who only understands brute force." ”

Thunder flashed between his fingers, instantly wrapping around the arm of the dried corpse, and thundering with a bang.

The sword light flashed, and both arms of the dry corpse were cut off!

Zhang Xiyun landed lightly on the ground, and the sword shadow surrounded him again.

Jiang Qi covered his mouth in disbelief, it was hard to believe that in just five breaths, this dry corpse had its arms cut off!

Fang Yu looked at Zhang Xiyun and muttered, "It's so strong!"

The dry corpse had broken his arms, and naturally there was no trace of blood, but the roar was even heavier, and he wanted to hit Zhang Xiyun directly with his body!

Zhang Xiyun frowned, this monster had no effect on his broken arms?

Fang Yu turned around and hurriedly reminded him.

"Unless this corpse is cut into several pieces, it will not lose its mobility!"

When Zhang Xiyun heard this, he snorted coldly at the rushing cadre.

"I won't cut it into a few pieces, so I'll trouble you to break the corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

The four sword shadows rose to the sky, self-drawing Taiji, Taiji sword rushing!

"Dust with light!"

Tai Chi was on top, suppressing the dry corpse under the circle, and countless sword qi rushed out from Tai Chi.

The dry corpse howled, but it couldn't escape the suppression of Tai Chi, and was overwhelmed by thousands of sword qi!

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, which was inevitably a little too ruthless.

Jiang Qi was also chilled in his heart, when he first entered the tomb, he also used his words to make things difficult for Zhang Xiyun many times, but he didn't expect his strength to be so terrifying, I am afraid that it is not much worse than Liu Hao, who is now the strongest.

Jiang Qi was worried about Zhang Xiyun's revenge, but he was a little worried, but in fact, Zhang Xiyun had experienced a dream back to ancient times, and he had just gone through some mental struggles, and there were still some emotions in his heart that needed to be released.

And more importantly, after going through so much, his heart gradually began to change, and now is the time when his heart is changing, just like a child's voice changes when he becomes an adult.

When Zhang Xiyun collected his sword, the dried corpse could almost be regarded as shattered bones, and it almost turned into ashes.

He waved his hand slightly, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and he turned his head to look at Fang Yu.

"You're Fang Ran's sister, how can you be here?"

Fang Yu looked a little hesitant and replied, "You"

Zhang Xiyun raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "What?"

Fang Yu hurriedly said: "It's nothing."

She walked to Zhang Xiyun's side, but she didn't know how to call Zhang Xiyun for a while, if she called him by his name, it seemed a little impolite, although she should be a few years older than Zhang Xiyun, but if she called her brother, the two were not familiar with each other and his strength was obviously much stronger than herself, which also seemed a little strange.

Fang Yu's personality was like everyone's beautiful girl, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Xiyun spoke first: "You want to ask about Fang Ran's whereabouts?"

Fang Yu heard him take the initiative to ask, and hurriedly said: "There have been strange changes in the tomb, I am very worried about him, you are all the way, I wonder if you have seen him?"

Zhang Xiyun shook his head lightly and replied, "Brother Fang and I have long been separated. ”

Hearing Zhang Xiyun's answer, Fang Yu's eyes were obviously disappointed, and he fell silent for a while.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Xiyun sighed and comforted: "When the fog in the tomb was foggy, there were Yin soldiers who borrowed the way, and a group of people who went to the left, except for me and Liu Hao, Fang Ran, Pang Hong, and He Chang, I am afraid that they were all buried in the tomb, and although I was separated from Fang Ran and them, Brother Fang also escaped when the fog rose, but now I don't know where I am." ”

Fang Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he muttered, "If he escapes the catastrophe when the fog rises, then the chances of him surviving are much higher!"

"Oh?" Zhang Xiyun wondered, "How do you understand this?"

Fang Yu looked up at him, and said with doubts: "You haven't seen what happened after?"

Zhang Xiyun was dumbfounded, and said: "The reason why Brother Fang and I were able to escape was because there were all kinds of small worlds in this tomb, and Brother Liu took us to hide in them, and I was also separated from them in the small world, and I only came out today." ”

"I see. Fang Yu nodded, although he was also surprised that there was still a small world in this tomb, but if this was the case, then Fang Ran's chance of survival would be greater, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

"When the fog was rising that day, Jiang Qi and I were worried about my brother's safety, so we rushed back, and when we arrived at the stone bridge, we saw a great monk of the God Realm!"

When Zhang Xiyun heard this, he was greatly surprised, there was a Divine Realm Great Cultivator on the stone bridge at that time, it must have been after they left the stone bridge, maybe it was when the sound came from the fog!

Zhang Xiyun had heard the voice of the Demon Buddha monk chanting Buddha in the mist, and even heard the Demon Buddha monk speak when he dreamed back to the Middle Ages, but there was a difference between the two voices, and he didn't even know that the Demon Buddha monk had lived to the world!

In his opinion, even if the Demon Buddha monk escaped that day, he would be killed by the evil and Xin Wu in the future to avenge the old suffering, and because of the limitation of longevity, he would never have the possibility of living to the present world! )