Yang Ning and the two, who were hiding in the dense branches and leaves of a short shrub, held their breath and merged with the shrub, staring quietly at the few people from far and near.

"Hmph, Yanfeng Island, Pavilion Master, I remember that it was the Molten Crystal Pavilion that bought the treasure map back then, and they should be the ones these people mentioned."

"Unexpectedly, in just a few years, they found the treasure with that map. However, listening to the tone of these disciples' complaints, there seemed to be a slight deviation, and what they found was not a treasure, but the mausoleum of a strong man. Moreover, these people were a little angry. ”

"Hehe, I haven't found it for two months, but you have found it, then I will save a lot of effort, and then follow these people to the treasure. Hee-hee, the mausoleum of the strong, even if it is not a treasure, but the burial goods of a strong man will not be bad. The Lan Ling pot left outside the mausoleum alone is already a space-type venerable weapon, and the one inside the mausoleum may be even better. ”

The few people in the forest who complained and complained didn't know that someone was calculating them above their heads. As the voice approached, five figures appeared in Yang Ning's eyes, each carrying a sheep or deer on their backs, or several rabbits in their hands.

"The people of his Yanfeng Island are like uncles, phew! We do all the heavy work, and the pavilion master is really able to bear it, and he really agrees. ”

"Alright, alright. You just don't have to say a word, who told us to ask for help, the mausoleum has a powerful formation guard, and it depends on them working together to slowly wear it out. This is not far from the mausoleum, so don't say any more, lest others hear it and spread it to the pavilion master, and we will be punished again." ”

The complaints are not stopped, it seems that these people have been angry a lot during this time.

Quietly watching the five people walking by, Yang Ning smiled slightly, and was about to slip down the top of the tree and follow the five people forward.

Just as he was about to act, the 'Golden Weasel Eater', who was lazily lying on Yang Ning's shoulder, suddenly tugged at his collar and stretched out a small paw as thin as a bamboo stick to point at the top of a tree less than thirty meters to Yang Ning's left.

Yang Ning was slightly stunned, knowing that the 'Golden Weasel Eater's sense of touch was very keen, and without a trace, he separated a wisp of majestic spiritual power and slowly wrapped it around the tree thirty meters away.

In the dense foliage, a delicate figure lurked on a horizontal branch like a tanuki, staring at the five Molten Crystal Pavilion monks walking in front of him.

Under the exploration of Yang Ning's spiritual power, it was discovered that this hidden woman had a seventh-level spiritual cultivation.

The five people of the Molten Crystal Pavilion walked twenty meters, and the woman slid to the ground with a sharp and silent movement, and followed closely with light steps.

When they walked away, Yang Ning also slid down from the canopy, looked at the figure in front of him, and muttered softly as if talking to himself:

"Kim, transform, we follow them from underground."

This time, the 'Golden Weasel' did not be coquettish, and under Yang Ning's orders, it quickly transformed, carrying Yang Ning into the earth, and marching forward unhurriedly and slowly in the ground ten zhang deep under their feet.

"Hey, do you say that this half-saint powerhouse is really strong, or did he arrange it before he died, just discovered this mausoleum, it inspired a guardian array, and the strongest strength of our united three factions attacked for more than three months, but it still couldn't be broken."

"Chirp, no matter how it has been arranged or how it has been suffered, the half-saint powerhouse is an existence that we need to look up to."

"That's right, the things that the demi-saint powerhouse carried with him during his lifetime, everything will definitely not be low-level, the stronger the guardian formation of this demi-saint mausoleum, the more advanced the funeral goods inside will be."

"Well, if the pavilion master can successfully break through this guardian formation and get the treasures inside, maybe he will be in a good mood and reward us with some resources, then our trip will not be in vain."

"Alright. Don't talk about it anymore, turn the hill in front of you and it's the mausoleum, shut up. ”

The conversation of the five monks of the Molten Crystal Pavilion was clearly heard by Yang Ning, who was sneaking underground, which allowed Yang Ning to get a lot of useful information.

There are three sects of monks who come to the Lanling Mountains to hunt for treasures, and they are all sects that have had a certain intersection in Zhennan Wangcheng. The mausoleum they discovered was the tomb of a semi-saint powerhouse, guarded by a powerful formation to prevent outsiders from disturbing the sleeping dead. The personnel of the three factions have been here for several months, and they have not yet broken through the guardian formation and entered the mausoleum.

The five people who expressed their complaints in front of them did not notice that twenty meters behind them, there was a black shadow sometimes prostrate, sometimes hidden in the grass and trees, secretly following them all the way. I didn't expect that there would be a person sneaking underground with the help of the ability of the spirit beast, listening to everything they said.

Turning the hill, you are faced by a wide meadow with a stream and towering ancient trees growing on both sides. Ahead, there is a high rock wall. Further on, towering mountains are behind the rock faces.

There is nothing strange about this place at first glance, and it is estimated that no one will find this place without the correct route guidance of the treasure map.

At this moment, on the grass in front of the rock wall, thirty or forty monks gathered.

The cultivation of these people is not very strong, of course, this is to compare with Yang Ning's strength. Among them, there are many people who Yang Ning knows, and the highest ones are three sixth-level spiritual monks, namely Shen Weikong, the master of the Molten Crystal Pavilion; Yan Tao, the owner of Yanfeng Island; The head of the Hill Xuan Sect is a lonely Taoist.

Next are the six fifth-level spiritual products, Xu Shengyuan and Zhou Haiping, the deputy pavilion masters of the Melting Crystal Pavilion; Yanfeng Island's sub-island is dominated by three tombs and a long stream of sea; Changshan Dao and Shuiyun Dao people of the Hill Xuan School; The others are all below the fourth level of spiritual products.

Although dozens of monks gathered here, it was not very noisy, dozens of people were divided into three teams, each team was similar in number, forming a zigzag and sitting on the ground, obviously the monks of the three factions were still not completely harmonious.

There is a high round arch cave entrance on the rock wall, there are obvious traces of artificial excavation, the weeds around have been cleaned up, three teams of people and horses sit in front of the entrance like this, many people's eyes glance at the entrance from time to time, and the eyes show the brilliance of expectation.

In the bright sunlight, a layer of paper-thin faint white light at the entrance of the rock wall shimmered with a trace of colorful rays and shrouded the entrance ten zhang square. It was this layer of faint white light that seemed to be able to be broken with a single poke, but it was very tenacious, and dozens of spiritual cultivators used brute force to forcibly bombard it for three months and still failed to break it. It was not until today that the energy that supported the formation was consumed, and the hope of imminent success was seen.

Looking inside along the entrance, about a zhang away, a white jade stele with the entrance stood in the middle, with four blood-red characters written on it, 'Reverse Fan Zun Sheng'. A small rectangular groove was erected in front of the stele, filled with earth, as if it was used to place worship offerings.

The five people of the Molten Crystal Pavilion who returned from hunting caused some commotion among the people in the grass.

"Hehe, I'm back."

"There's something to eat, and I'm starving."

"Hurry up, hurry up, wash it, and start a fire."

There was a noisy sound on the grass, and it was hard to imagine that this was a group of spiritual cultivators who could replenish their physical strength by refining spiritual energy without eating food.

"Alright, alright. The food has been hunted, and everyone hastened to replenish the physical strength consumed. The Mausoleum's Guardian Formation is now very weak. Brother Yan and Dao Chief, when the meeting is rested, I hope that everyone can work together and work harder, and strive to break this formation today. ”

Shen Weikong's mood was faintly excited, after three months of hard work, he finally saw hope in the past two days.

"Haha, Brother Shen, don't worry, brother will do his best."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao and others will do their best to help Brother Shen. I also hope that Brother Shen will not forget his original promise. ”

Yan Tao and Gu Ran Daoren agreed to Shen Weikong's request, but their eyes turned rapidly twice, and they didn't know if their hearts were the same.

"Haha, please rest assured, we all said that the good distribution of benefits will never change, just please go all out."

The last sentence of the lonely Taoist made Shen Weikong's face change, but he quickly asked him to cover up the past, laughed, said a few perfunctory words, and sat back on the ground.