The voice that suddenly sounded, not only did not have the slightest immortal aura that a cultivator should have, but was full of impatient feelings, opening his mouth and closing his mouth. This made Ling Zheng, Zhao Yanran, and the Fengyue Witch all stunned in place, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The owner of the voice seemed to be a little displeased when he saw that no one paid attention to him, and then said: "Why, you have the courage to dig Lao Tzu's tomb, but you don't have the courage to speak?

There was only one man in the square, Ling Zheng, and the voice was obviously talking about him. Ling Zheng was a little puzzled, but after thinking that this was someone's territory after all, it was better to be polite, so he said respectfully: "Senior, you ......"

"Speak human words!"

The voice interrupted very unceremoniously, and the killing intent that inexplicably appeared around enveloped Ling Zheng and the three of them in an instant, and even strong people like the Fengyue Witch changed their faces.

Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The juniors were forced to come in, and they really didn't mean to disturb the rest of the seniors, so I asked the seniors to ......."

"Speak human words!"

The voice said again, and the killing intent around him became a little stronger.

......

Several times in a row, Ling Zheng was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and the killing intent that shrouded him was getting stronger and stronger, and after a while, Ling Zheng felt that he was having trouble breathing, and his heart seemed to be pressing against a mountain.

Although Zhao Yanran and the Fengyue Witch are in better condition, they are not much better. Both of them felt as if they had countless sharp blades roaming around their bodies, as if they could be ground into minced flesh if they moved it at the slightest move.

To be able to release this kind of terrifying killing intent, it is really hard to imagine what kind of realm the other party is cultivating.

An evil fire surged inexplicably in Ling Zheng's heart, but he was still patient and wanted to be polite to the owner of this mausoleum.

But his mouth opened slightly, and before he could speak, the voice was another sentence: "Speak human words!"

"Say your uncle!" Ling Zheng's heart was horizontal, and he opened his mouth and scolded: "Lao Tzu has been talking to people before, you don't understand the fuck? Are you a dog?!"

Zhao Yanran and the Fengyue Witch were dumbfounded, especially the latter, she was so wolf before, and she already knew very well what the owner of this mausoleum was and how terrifying it was. But she didn't expect that the kid in front of her, who had only cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm and was regarded as the furnace ding, would dare to speak out like this?

"That's just a little bit right. The voice laughed, "Boy, why are you coming to me?"

Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, only feeling that this guy really had a problem with his brain, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he could only tell the truth: "I said, I was forced to come in." ”

"Forced in?" the voice was a little displeased: "Although my tomb is not easy to find, there are still a lot of good things, and you can't even look down on it?"

Ling Zheng confirmed that there was something wrong with this person's brain, and nodded stubbornly.

The Fengyue Witch, who originally thought that Ling Zheng was going to die, had completely fallen into a stupor at this moment. And Zhao Yanran, who was standing beside Ling Zheng, was also stunned.

Ling Zheng was even more confused, but from the person's tone, he felt that the other party seemed to be very friendly to him, and he immediately relieved himself. The previous fear of the Wind Moon Witch has also been slightly reduced.

"Alas. Originally, I just wanted to find a place where no one was to escape the world, because this world has changed, and a world master like me, who is extremely dazzling wherever he goes, if he stays in the world, he will block the road to immortality for many younger generations. ”

The voice didn't know if it was narcissism or what, and it nagged to itself: "Over the years, although some people have found my grave, there are too few who can see it." I didn't expect three to come at once today, well, not counting you, to be exact, two to be exact, counting you is three. But it's hard to determine whether it's three or two, because ah, what Lao Tzu hates the most is people like you......"

Seeing that the voice looked endless, Ling Zheng had to interrupt: "This, can you let me go?"

The voice suddenly felt a little displeased: "Why do you have to leave when you come, you have to stay for hundreds of years, otherwise how lonely I am, you say?"

Ling Zheng's face suddenly darkened, he glanced at the Fengyue Witch holding the knife in the distance, stretched out his hand, and said very unkindly: "How about leaving that woman with you?"

The Fengyue Witch's face changed suddenly, and the slender hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably, for fear that the mausoleum owner, who didn't know where to hide, would agree to Ling Zheng's mention.

"Haha, you kid, you want to borrow my knife to kill someone. The voice laughed: "Alas, if it was the little girl next to you, I would probably reluctantly agree." As for the one you're referring to, it's too old. ”

The Wind Moon Witch's face turned blue and red for a while, and it became extremely exciting, but she still didn't dare to move. She may be able to claim the title of king and hegemon in the Flying Spirit Domain and kill people at will, but in the face of this mausoleum master whose cultivation is far stronger than her, she has no ability to speak at all.

"However, look at the meaning, the little girl next to you seems to be a little interesting to you, and although I am lustful, at least I have some principles. ”

After the voice laughed for a while, he ignored Zhao Yanran's strange face, and continued: "Hey, boy, do you really want to leave so much, don't take anything at all?"

Seeing that Ling Zheng was a little stunned, the voice said, "Forget it, I'll give you some time to think about it first." Hey, you two women, what do you want to get when you enter my mausoleum? Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, so I won't worry about you. After taking your things, go out immediately. ”

Zhao Yanran and the Fengyue Witch were both stunned, they didn't expect that good luck would come so easily.

The killing intent that shrouded the surroundings dissipated in an instant, and the Fengyue Witch only felt light, and said without thinking: "The junior wants to ask the senior for a wisp of origin power. ”

"Hehe, you're welcome, I like this character. There was a hint of appreciation in his voice.

When the Wind Moon Witch heard this, her face changed again, for fear that the owner of the mausoleum would change her mind and leave her behind.

The voice continued: "Speaking of which, I have a bit of a relationship with your Dancing Moon Sect, and you are also my juniors. I think back then, just because I accidentally saw Yan Jiuzhi's mother-in-law taking a bath, I was chased and killed by her for ten years, and my reputation was not very good, and after that, it was even more stinky......"

When the Wind Moon Witch heard this, she was struck by lightning and knew the identity of the owner of this mausoleum completely. Zhao Yanran, who was beside Ling Zheng, was also shocked, and seemed to have heard of this past.

After the owner of the mausoleum recalled, he asked again: "The little girl next to the kid, what do you want?"

Zhao Yanran glanced at the Fengyue Witch, shook her head and said: "The things that the juniors want are the same as the senior sisters, since the senior sisters have already spoken, the juniors don't want to ask for them anymore, I just want to ask the seniors to let the juniors out." ”

"Ahem, the power of the source is not a rare thing. The voice smiled: "For that kid's sake, give you one more good thing." ”

As the words fell, the door of the stone room on the north side of the square opened suddenly, and a dark blue streamer flew out of it and landed on Zhao Yanran's hand.

After that, the stone egg at the top of the black stone pillar in the center of the square shook for a while, and two dark cyan rays of light flew out of it, falling on the heads of Zhao Yanran and the Fengyue Witch respectively, and poured into the body from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"That Ice Phoenix Feather was stolen by me after I knocked me out when Yan Jiuzhi's mother-in-law chased and killed me, but I didn't expect that there would be no chance to return it later. The voice sighed softly: "Since you are her fellow junior, and the spiritual veins in your body have ice attributes, it is very suitable to use this thing." ”

Zhao Yanran was stunned for a moment, then looked at the dark blue feather in her hand with some surprise, and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

Seeing this, the Wind Moon Witch's eyes became extremely complicated.

"It's a small thing. In that case, I'll send you two out first. There was a hint of playfulness in his voice, and he asked with a smile, "Boy, do you have anything to say to this little girl?"

Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the voice to turn the topic to himself again. He thought for a while and said to Zhao Yanran: "Senior sister, after you go back, help Wang An a little, he is my only friend in the Burning Fire Gate." ”

Zhao Yanran nodded and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ling Zheng didn't notice the look of expectation in Zhao Yanran's eyes, thought about it again, and said, "Oh, by the way, please also ask Senior Sister to go to the fifth layer of the flame space of the Burning Fire Crypt and help me put a table of wine and food there." ”

The red-eyed monster who often comes out to beat him up doesn't know when he'll be able to see him again.

Zhao Yanran nodded again, with a little more disappointment in her eyes, and asked, "Senior brother, will you still go back to the Burning Fire Gate?"

"Didn't you say it? I'll definitely go back. Ling Zheng said: "What's the matter, senior sister is in trouble?"

"I'll wait for you. ”

Zhao Yanran blushed, only said these three words, and then turned her head and said loudly: "Senior, please send me out." ”

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, the feet of Zhao Yanran and the Fengyue Witch lit up with cyan spirit patterns at the same time, and with a flash of light, the two disappeared into the square.

Seeing this, Ling Zheng frowned, and then said loudly: "Hey, the two of them have a grudge, you send them away together, isn't this hurting Senior Sister?"

"You're probably the stupidest of all of you. The voice laughed: "I already knew this, otherwise why would I give her Binghuangling?"

Ling Zheng was a little puzzled: "Isn't that just a feather?

"I'm too lazy to explain it to you. There was a hint of disdain in his voice: "You are cultivating now, the dog I raised back then, a single hair falling from its body can kill you." ”

Ling Zheng was angry for a while, opened his mouth, and didn't say anything. His cultivation in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm was really a little weak in front of the owner of this mausoleum.

"I'm running out of time, I'll give you something first. The voice said, "This is the most precious thing in me, and if it weren't for you, it would probably rot in my hands." ”

As the words fell, a ray of light flew out from the stone egg at the top of the black stone pillar and landed on Ling Zheng's hand.

It was a very ordinary-looking jade slip, and after Ling Zheng looked at it a few times, he asked tentatively: "Is this a ** or a spell recorded in the jade slip?"

“**。 The voice seemed to remember something, and said softly: "In order to get it, I almost lost most of my life." You are a physique with no attribute spiritual veins, and I am afraid that only you can cultivate. ”

Ling Zheng was a little surprised, and felt that the ** that could make the owner of this mausoleum fight desperately must be unimaginably powerful. Moreover, this **still seems to be an attribute-free subject**!

Ling Zheng infiltrated the spiritual sense with hope, but just looking at the beginning of the **, his face changed instantly, and then he looked up at the stone egg at the top of the black stone pillar, and asked in a muffled voice:

"Are you playing with me?"