"Boom!"

The stone wall shook, the mountain gate shook, and a layer of dust that had been silent for several years was shaken...... And it is similar to the scene when Ye Changfeng broke through the mountain and entered the mountain.

The young black-robed man, with one hand pressed on the mountain wall at the end of the back mountain of Shu Mountain, behind him was a dense white ape on the top of the tree, with a nervous expression, staring intently at this guy who walked through the monkey forest.

Many images flashed through Ning Yi's mind.

About Mr. Ye, about the mountain lord Lu Sheng, about Senior Sister Qianshou...... And yourself.

He took a deep breath and entered the mountain gate.

It was pitch black.

There is no light.

Ning Yi raised a hand, and the starlight surged, rolling here, but it was like an insignificant wave in the dark sea, which was swallowed up in an instant...... The Starlight Flame simply cannot be lit here.

Dead.

He turned his head, his eyes quickly adjusted to the dark environment, and he saw clearly that this was probably a narrow entrance to the cave, stalactites like long swords, densely hanging above his head, and there was a narrow dark passage.

There is a front, there is no after.

Ning Yi could only go on.

Such a scene is somewhat similar to the scene when he was trapped in the forbidden land of Shushan.

Is it not combustible fire?

Or is it ...... Is Starlight non-flammable?

Ning Yi moved his thoughts, and the divinity bloomed from his fingertips, igniting a subtle light, seeing that this light illuminated the three feet around his body, Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief, the rules here are not so domineering.

Divinity can be used.

Starlight is still too low-level compared to divinity.

The divine fire turned into a faint lantern, hovering above Ning Yi's shoulder, emitting no more and no less, covering only three feet of land, Ning Yi tried his best to spread out his divine thoughts...... But it can only cover three feet of land, and this is his limit.

"Here...... There is no smell of Mr. Ye. ”

He walked towards the depths of the cave, his scalp was a little numb, and the stalactites hanging above his head gave him a stronger and stronger sense of oppression, and the skin under his clothes had a tearing feeling...... If you look closely, where is this stalactite that has evolved through the years of heaven and earth, this is obviously a stone sword densely inserted on the top of the cave.

The sword aura is rampant, and the killing intent is raging.

If your mind and body are a little worse, you may be torn to pieces.

It's just that those people can't pass through that monkey forest...... I watched Mr. Ye enter at the beginning, and I didn't choose to follow up, it was an absolutely wise choice, I wasn't even a life star at the beginning, my strength was too poor, if I entered, I would die without a lifetime.

Ning Yi unfolded the "Mountain Scroll", breathed in, and absorbed the sword qi here with the White Bone Plain, but instead of receiving harm, he was nourishing himself.

The deeper he went, the more curious he became, what really existed in such a cave?

Who inserted these stone swords so many years ago?

Mount Shu has been around for thousands of years...... Before the mountain lord Lu Sheng, there were many amazing predecessors, and the ancient books said that the back mountain has always been a forbidden place, and only the mountain owner is qualified to enter each generation.

Is it a great danger, or is it a great creation?

"I only have the Star Monarch Realm......," Ning Yi muttered softly, "but the Destiny Scroll doesn't warn, I can continue walking." ”

Among the cultivators, there are those who cherish their lives, like Wen Tao and Wu Daozi...... There are also those who are as bold as Ning Yi.

Ning Yi knew that this back mountain might be like an imperial mausoleum, and further down, it might be all kinds of killing formations, and if he was not careful, he would be hit, but for some reason, there was a dark belief in his heart that drove him forward.

Ning Yi silently recited the Dragon Sutra and opened the way with divinity.

"Up and down the mountain, down the mountain, there is a Ji acupoint invisible to ......"

"If the form is true, the acupuncture point is true, and if the form is not true, it is false......"

Between the verses and the chant, a yellow dragon,

Condensing his body between the divine brilliance, he circled around, and his head gently rested on Ning Yi's shoulder.

Ahead is a three-way intersection.

Ning Yi looked around expressionlessly.

"There are killing formations hidden in the left and right roads. ”

He continued to walk forward, looking for the dragon meridian to open the way, and all kinds of formations were avoided by him.

Ning Yi somewhat understood, why only the mountain owner could enter, if there was no old Longshan scripture of Shu Mountain, stepping into this place, I am afraid that he would not be able to find the right way out at all, and he would be buried directly in this mountain...... At the same time, he was also a little worried about whether Mr. Ye would suffer this catastrophe.

Ning Yi walked all the way forward, "Fortunately, in those formations just now, there was no breath of Mr. Ye. ”

With Mr. Ye's cultivation as a creation, even if he takes the wrong path, those killing arrays should not be able to help him, and with a wave of his hand, he will shatter the five hundred years of tribulation clouds, and the heavens and the earth will not be able to collect Mr. Ye.

Moreover, Ning Yi didn't perceive the remnants of the sword qi at all.

No fighting broke out.

It is impossible in this world to have a killing array that can silently annihilate a great cultivator of Ye Changfeng's level.

"It should be the right path. ”

Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Nine bends and eighteen bends, going around in this forbidden mountain densely packed with killing arrays.

He finally saw a ray of light.

......

......

It's hard to explain why the dark ancient mountain inside the cave has an open, empty midbelly.

It's harder to explain...... Why are there countless rays of light inserted from the top of the mountain wall, like the pillars of a cage, around a circle, and the gap in the scorching light, like the tide of the sea, gushes out the breath of silence.

Ning Yi had never felt such a strong "silence".

The tide rises and falls.

It's no different here...... Like breathing, a strong "silence" is the inhalation, while the exhalation is.

Majestic vitality.

Exhale and breathe, and die and wither.

Ning Yi, the black-robed man with a small lantern of divinity in his hand, stood at the entrance of the cave in a daze, he flicked his fingers to dispel the divinity, and looked at the black sarcophagus placed on the ground in the huge cage of light.

and the withered figure sitting on the sarcophagus, dressed in a black robe, with his back to Ning Yi, as if practicing meditation, with his hands on the bridge of his heart, placed in the lower abdomen, but with his head lowered, looking listless...... Lonely, very lonely.

It's like dead.

It's a pity.

Like, but not ......

The distinctly audible sound of breathing in this heaven and earth, as well as the terrifying visions that accompany breathing, prove that this powerful creature is still alive.

And it's alive and well.

As soon as Ning Yi stepped into the cave, the sound of Haichao's breathing stopped abruptly, and the lowered head of the withered old figure was slightly stunned, as if he had opened his heart and saw what was happening behind him.

"He" slowly straightened his spine, his black robe blown away by the wind, and tilted his head slightly.

The light cage firmly covered Ning Yi's gaze.

But it can't cover "him".

The two men faced off against each other for a long and silent time.

Ning Yi swallowed his saliva, and through the grand pillar of light, he saw the black coffin, the black-robed man, and the neatly stacked wine jars in the corner of the cage, and the wine jars didn't know how many years had passed...... The paper seal that had been opened on it had weathered out of shape, like a dead leaf that would crumble at the touch of it.

He was very sure that this guy was not the person he was looking for.

But...... I didn't even feel the killing intent.

He gritted his teeth and thought for a moment, "Senior, I'll find someone." ”

The withered figure slowly turned his head back, and returned to the posture of putting his hands on the bridge and his head lowered.

There was a dead silence.

Ning Yi said seriously: "Four years ago, he came here. ”

There was still a dead silence.

Ning Yi didn't dare to move forward, but he was also unwilling to retreat, he felt the majestic tide of silence again...... One breath and one breath, life and death are extinguished.

In Lingshan, I saw the comprehension of the predecessors of the "Void Cloud" outside the meditation room.

Master Xuyun, there is only one line away from igniting life and death, and all he can do is to make the dead trees spring and the new branches wither outside the quiet room...... And the existence locked in the "cage of light", the breath that overflows between breaths contains the silence of life and death?

If it weren't for this cage, wouldn't a single thought make a living soul die, and a single thought could bring a living soul back to life?

Is there really such a thing in this world?

Why are you still locked here?

Through that cage of light, Ning Yi couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, but two words really popped out of his mind.

Immortal.

......

......

In the undulating breath of the tide, the dead silence of the two remained for a long time.

This is not a kind of luck, if Wu Daozi is here, he must be shy and slap a few sycophants and then slip away, I can't wait to stay away from here for 108,000 miles......

But Ning Yi is not Wu Daozi.

After staring at the half-burnt incense of the sarcophagus, he made a difficult decision in his heart.

Ning Yi pulled out the fine snow and stuck it on the ground.

"Senior, I am a disciple of Shushan, and I studied under Zhao Rui, Dongyanzi, this is 'fine snow'. ”

There was no movement.

He continued to take out the object, and then spoke, "This is the 'Star Giant' of Wind Thunder Mountain. ”

A Dharma statue, driven by Ning Yi, unfolded.

Ning Yi continued to stare at the sarcophagus and said, "This is the sword control technique of Iron Sword Mountain. ”

As Ning Yi raised his finger, the fine snow conjured up nine identical sword shapes.

"The 'dragon hunting' of Lao Longshan. ”

"Little Frost Mountain ......"

Next...... Ning Yi almost tried his best, he found out all his "spells" and items related to his predecessors in Shushan, and almost emptied the small cave.

The figure sitting on the sarcophagus didn't even turn his head.

It's like you're dead.

The breath of the silent tide is still there, and the frequency has not changed.

Not in the slightest.

Ning Yi was like a clown jumping off the beam, very embarrassed, he put away the things in the cave, and then suddenly frowned, and took out a slender hair from his waist bag.

"Senior...... Is this yours?"

The tide stagnated slightly.

The sitting figure finally reacted, and he turned his head sideways again, staring at Ning Yi.

Ning Yitu sat on the ground, leaning his back against the stone wall, twisting the withered yellow hair in his hand, thinking of the past in his mind...... This withered hair was called "the thing of the great yang" by Wu Daozi.

A single hair, suppressing the Lionheart Emperor's Mausoleum of tens of millions of iron horses.

Conquer snowspouts on the Urle Plateau.

Ning Yi couldn't figure out what kind of creature had such a powerful ...... And today he finally got the answer.

The withered old figure spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"The last person to come here was called Lu Sheng. ”

"That was five hundred years ago. ”

Ning Yi raised his head and looked at the thin black robe trapped in the cage of light, and understood the earthly cause and effect that had occurred in the past five hundred years in a trance.

Five hundred years ago, Lu Sheng laid down the ban on the back mountain, and hid the "key" of the last door in an unknown place.

This "key" is the "thing of the great sun" in his hands.

A withered yellow hair that looks unpretentious.

But it corresponds to the ...... in the mountains after living for a long time That exists.

Life and death are extinguished.

I am immortal.