In the process of dodging, she didn't know if it was because of holding her breath or concentrating, but the true qi in her body kept surging, and she actually felt a sense of strengthening.

I don't know why, but her steps are really lighter.

The internal strength method that Feng Wuyi taught her turned out to be so magical. And it is getting lighter and lighter, if the steps are a little sluggish at the beginning, her steps can be said to be like flying.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve, and this is also the reason why Lu Juan has the ability to dodge the sword just now.

Lu Wan raised her eyes and looked at her surroundings, her head ached, the environment she was in now was even worse, because of the reason for avoiding the hidden arrows, she didn't know where she was now.

Along the way, she saw that the entire tomb was made up of many burial chambers of different sizes. Oddly enough, these burial chambers are not known for what they are used for.

One thing is clear, however, that none of the burial chambers she is passing through are for storing gold and silver treasures.

Most of them were strange statues and murals, and Lu Juan had found some imprints that resembled words, but she couldn't read them, they were a kind of writing she had never seen before.

Lu Wan was a little tired, she sat down against the wall, for the first time she felt a little helpless, and she began to feel annoyed that she had overestimated herself.

I haven't closed my eyes for too long, and the sudden sleepiness makes Lu Juan physically and mentally exhausted.

She sat cross-legged, feeling the full internal force in her body, stabilizing her mind and combing them into a force, feeling the originally scattered internal force, gradually converging into a river, wandering in her seven meridians and eight veins, constantly washing and washing.

I don't know how long it has been, Lu Wan fell asleep, and this time the dream was something Lu Wan had never dreamed of.

The sight in front of me resembles an altar.

She walked barefoot on the path of Ugin, in front of the center of the altar, she couldn't control herself, and there seemed to be an irrepressible sadness in her heart.

The road that was originally normal suddenly became thorny, and "her" stepped on it with her fair and thin feet, and the skin and flesh instantly bloomed, and blood was dripping.

The thorns of the road walked receded, leaving behind one bloody footprint after another, which looked shocking.

By the time she reached the center of the altar, her snow-white feet had been dyed red, and "she" seemed to have no feeling at all.

Slowly stretched out his hand, Lu Wan's pupils contracted suddenly. These hands, which are so thin that they are a little withered and have protruding green muscles, are definitely not hers, that is, at this moment, Lu Juan knows that the emotions just now do not belong to her.

But she can't control her movements, so she can only let "her" continue to do what she is doing. His right hand came out of his sleeve and held a dagger encrusted with gems.

Her vision was blurred, and her hand holding the dagger was shaking. "She" is bitter in her heart.

In the next moment, there was a huge pain in his chest, and he slowly lowered his head, and only the handle of the dagger studded with gems came into his eyes, and the dagger body was obviously submerged in his chest.

Blood soaked the white placket, and the red eyes were pressing.

Then she seemed to suddenly withdraw from this shell, and suddenly became a bystander.

She stood behind "her", and "she" slowly slipped and sat on the ground with her upper body rickety. Half of the side face is revealed.

Lu Juan's eyes were shocked, and at this moment she finally saw clearly that the woman's face was the woman on the mural she had seen before.

So what she just repeated was the woman's experience.