"This soft armor should be a fairy treasure, I don't know how many years here, it has been corroded by time, and this is the bottom of the sea, the air is filled with salty smell, and the corrosiveness is stronger, even if it is an immortal weapon, it can't resist the wear and tear of the dripping stone. ”

Tang Lin looked at the soft armor that was split into several pieces, discarded it directly, and then checked the contents of the storage ring, which was also shattered when he touched it lightly, and the space wrapped in the ring was also freed from the shackles of the ring and wanted to integrate into the big world.

Tang Lin hurriedly restrained it with his spiritual power, quickly opened the space, and glanced inside, and saw that it was all some refining materials and talismans and the like.

"These talismans ......" Tang Lin glanced at them and found that these talismans had a long history, estimated to be tens of thousands of years ago.

Putting away the things in this space, Tang Lin glanced at the white skeleton, shook his head, and continued to walk forward.

Ten minutes later, Tang Lin met a skeleton again, and there was a stall of white powder next to this skeleton, outlining a human figure, which should be the dead body of a person who had not become an immortal, turned into ashes and imprinted here.

Only the bones of immortals can withstand the corrosion of such a long time.

Tang Lin checked and found that like the previous person, they were all old and dead.

Tang Lin opened the storage space in his spatial ring, and after a glance, he found that it was just some ordinary items, but there was a small purple notebook inside, which attracted his attention.

"Crape Myrtle Heart Method". ”

Tang Lin took it out and looked at it, frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, this seems to be the cultivation secret method of the Ziwei Sect, how could it be here, could this person be from the Ziwei Sect?"

Tang Lin casually flipped through a few pages of this mental method, and suddenly saw a few lines of small characters inside.

"The second generation of the old man Ziwei Sect has heard that there are many treasures in the South China Sea for a long time. There was a rumor that a fisherman had fished out a superb holy weapon, and after resigning from the position of suzerain, he brought his Taoist wife to travel together, but unexpectedly there was something really happening, there was a hole in the sky at the bottom of the sea, but it was a pity. With my strength, I can only be trapped here, and if I can walk through that door, I should have a different life......"

"If a Taoist friend comes here later and finds a way out, please leave here with the remains of the old man and my Taoist companion and go to Ziwei Sect for reburial, and someone will thank you......"

This is the end of the handwriting.

Tang Lin took a look, but he didn't expect this person to be the sect master of the Ziwei Sect. Although I don't know how many generations the current Crape Myrtle Sect Master is, the fact that this person's Daoist bones can be corrupted into ashes shows that it was at least tens of thousands of years ago.

It's a pity that this person didn't expect that after his death, after countless years, no one came here, even if someone came. I'm afraid that just like the previous person, I will be trapped and die here. I can't leave.

And the remains of his Taoist companions were directly corrupted into ashes.

Cultivators attach great importance to funerals, and feel that if they are buried well, they will be reincarnated in the next life, but if they are not buried well. Maybe in the next life, I will be a chicken and a dog, and I will not be a man.

The way of reincarnation, since ancient times, few people can understand, even if it is the realm of immortals, they can't peep into the reincarnation of heaven and earth!

Tang Lin naturally didn't have time to help him bury him or something. It would be good if he didn't refine his bones into the bridge on the other side, just put the bones away, and then move on.

This time, after only walking for about seven or eight minutes, in front of Tang Lin, a door appeared, this should be the door that the Sect Master Ziwei said.

Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and his figure flew away.

"Hmph!" he reached out and grabbed the door, the green tendons on his arms bulging one by one, hideous and terrifying.

This ancient door, under his pulling, slowly made a heavy sound, and the dust on the door rustled down and fell on Tang Lin.

Tang Lin shook his sleeves and shook the dust away, and then looked inside the door, and couldn't help but be taken aback at this look.

I saw that there were more than a dozen white skeletons inside the door, all of which fell to the ground horizontally, and among these skeletons, only two or three skeletons were mutilated, as if they had died after a fierce battle, and the rest of the skeletons were lying very intact, and there were no traces of battle around.

The strange thing is that among these bones, there are many strange patterns, like a sword light with intertwined handles.

Tang Lin walked into the pile of bones, feeling the wind around him, as if these bones would be resurrected at any time, he looked down at the pattern under his feet, and found that in addition to the pattern, there were some ancient words.

Fortunately, Tang Lin was in the Little Immortal Realm, and he had read a lot of scriptures, and for the ancient texts, only the big sects might only preserve them in the mortal world, but they were still very common in the Little Immortal Realm.

"I regret it!!, I realized the wrong direction, but unfortunately, there is no time!!"

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, ahhhh......h

"It's too difficult, too hard, can anyone really comprehend?"

All kinds of words, in front of a skeleton, seem to be the unwilling cry of the owner of these bones before death.

Tang Lin frowned, looked at the underground patterns, and found that they were very messy, and it was estimated that only the person who portrayed them could understand it, but he still vaguely saw that these patterns seemed to be cracking some artistic conception.

"Newcomer!" a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Rao Tang Lin was prepared, or was frightened, in this treacherous and dead place, this voice came too suddenly.

"If you can comprehend these three sword intents, you can enter the Immortal Palace and comprehend the avenue left by the master, otherwise, just wait here for reincarnation. ”

After the stone-like indifferent voice finished speaking, there was a "bang", and a stone wall appeared in front of Tang Lin, on which three sword marks were depicted.

The first sword mark was vertical, imposing, full of decisive murderous aura, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky!

The second sword mark was oblique, like a stroke of genius, with an ethereal aura, as if it was impossible to capture the position of the sword.

The third sword mark is horizontal, full of softness and tranquility, like a sword that has not yet been unsheathed on the sword stand, without half a murderous aura.

As soon as the three sword marks came out, Tang Lin felt a buzz in his mind, as if he was infected by the sword intent on these three sword marks, and couldn't help but stare at them.

"What a profound swordsmanship...... Tang Lin's eyes were a little confused, and he was silent in the first sword mark.

"A simple sword actually has more than a dozen kinds of avenues such as [Fast Path], [Breaking Dao], [Destruction Dao], [Life and Death Dao], it's too exquisite!"

Tang Lin looked at it for a moment, and his expression suddenly cleared, "This sword intent is comparable to the third layer of the ruthless sword technique." ”

He raised his hand and swiped it, his fingers were like swords, and a sword aura was quickly drawn out of the air, exactly the same as on the stone wall.

"This is the second sword intent. Tang Lin raised his hand again.

An elegant, ethereal transparent sword aura appeared in front of him, flickering erratically, like a ghost of death.

......

It's 6 o'clock, whew, go to bed, brothers Hello (to be continued.) )