So Fang Ling turned his heart sideways and stepped into the cave with one foot.

As soon as he entered the cave, Fang Ling was suddenly shocked by the landscape in front of him and sighed lightly, the four walls of the entire cave and the ground are paved with countless jade bricks, each of which is of the highest quality, and a large number of exquisite patterns are carved on it, of course, this is by no means a simple decoration, but a defensive array, these jade bricks are also the energy that supports the array, but it is extremely rare to be able to associate the circle with beauty.

The whole cave is clearly divided into two halves, the left half is righteous and awe-inspiring, the right half is evil, and many coffins are placed on the jade bricks on both sides.

It's just that now the whole cave has long been a mess, a large number of coffins have been opened, and a piece of magic weapons are either stuck on the ground, or discarded aside, some have long been destroyed, and inside the coffin are the remains of thousands of years left by cultivators, many of which are not very complete, and even have only one head.

There were still eight corpses lying on the ground, and six of them Fang Ling recognized at a glance, they were the few Jindan stage masters who followed Zhuo Xuwen here.

The flesh of these masters was miserable, their clothes were dyed red, blood was flowing down the jade bricks, and there were two corpses, wearing the clothes of the Black Mountain Difu, it seemed that they should have come with Murong Lu.

He looked up, and the battle was in full swing.

One of them is, the battle between Zhuo Xuwen and Zhou Jingran, the city lord of Xiaojian Pavilion, Zhuo Xuwen is holding a magic weapon in both hands, and his left hand is a jet-black gold seal, every time the gold seal flickers, a golden light shoots out from above, slamming on the wall, and a huge pit suddenly appears, which is so powerful that it is enough to make people tremble.

In his other hand, he held a long sword with fine lines, and the fine lines on the sword swam like a living thing, and a sword stabbed out, and countless sharp edges emerged from it, and then collapsed with a thunderous explosion.

Zhou Jingran was wearing the robes of the city lord and a silver square crown, which was the body of a spiritual cultivator, and his magic weapon was a short triangular flag with a complex pattern, whenever Zhou Jingran waved the short flag, Zhuo Xuwen would immediately retreat, obviously this thing was very difficult to deal with.

At the same time, Zhou Jingran also cast a talisman technique, transforming a large number of tree monsters to besiege Zhuo Xuwen.

On the other side is Murong Lu, the lord of the Black Mountain Prefecture, and Zhang Zhiqiu, the lord of the Great Sword Pavilion City, Murong Lu's magic weapon is a powerful tiger-headed long knife, every time he swings the knife, there is a majestic innate sword qi to cut out, his tricks have no tricks at all, clean and neat, and he attacks and takes it by force.

Zhang Zhiqiu is also the body of a spiritual cultivator, and the talisman technique he casts turns into many sand monsters, spraying sand and exhaling, and his magic weapon is a ghost-faced fan, and with a light fan, a large number of ghosts gush out of it, heading towards Murong Lu.

The cultivation of the four people was all in the mid-stage realm during the Jindan period, Zhuo Xuwen and Zhou Jingran were slightly inferior, and they were on par with each other, and the strongest were Murong Lu and Zhang Zhiqiu.