The lion is ten feet high, made of dark cyan marble, like a cyan hill tomb guarded by barren grass and remnants.

Under the wind and sun, the appearance of the handsome and mighty lion in the past has long been indistinguishable, and the carving is seriously worn.

Now it looks like a spherical hall is placed at the top of the bluestone sarcophagus of two playgrounds and ten stories high.

The two children were stunned for a while, and although the lion was dilapidated, it was still the most magnificent building they had ever seen.

They think that even the palace hall is nothing more than that.

Between the faintly recognizable paws, there are vast stone steps for fifty people to walk side by side, stretching up to the position of the lion's head.

The stepping stone is full of pits, there are depressions everywhere, and the carved railings and jade masonry have been dug up.

On each floor of the steps, there are nine statues of lions and beasts with different postures, stepping on auspicious clouds, squatting on lotus flowers, carrying immortals, and roaring in the sky.

Although most of them are mutilated, they are still dense, like ten thousand lions worshipping, which is daunting.

Bai Qi walked on the bluestone steps, and he didn't dare to come out, as if he was stepping into the abode of the gods, with awe in his heart, and his breathing slowed down.

At the end of the stone steps, the lion beast hall opened a secluded hole, very empty, and the footsteps echoed, and there was an echo.

Between the broken floor tiles, weeds grew tenaciously, green and green.

"There's a lion, run away!"

As soon as Meng Wu walked in, he let out a strange scream, and he turned around and ran backwards in fright.

In the corner of the lion's head hall, a hideous male lion was entrenched, with a huge body and a flying mane, burning like a golden flame in the dim light.

A pair of blood-colored beast eyes, staring at them faintly.

Bai Qi was also startled, pulled out Yinjun in front of him, looked at it carefully several times, and said disdainfully: "What a lion, monkey, you coward, that's a mural!" ”

Meng Wu also found out that the lion was motionless, just painted there, and laughed awkwardly: "Accident, accident!" ”

The mural is made of precious pigments made of ore mixed with the blood of foreign beasts, and it smells of a strange fragrance, and it has not faded for hundreds of years.

The walls and dome of this hundred-meter-wide hall were once covered with beautiful murals, but they were destroyed by the raiders, and only a few remnants remained in the corners.

"Peace, why don't we go, it's dark here, it's weird and scary!"

Meng Wu held a dagger in one hand, and tightly pulled the white sleeve with the other, looking nervous.

Bai Qi was also a little flustered, but thinking of the transmission of the senior of the Immortal Tower, he gritted his teeth: "Let's go, go inside and have a look, maybe there is a treasure!" ”

Li Chan Dao had indeed sensed the fluctuation of mana, and in this hall, cultivators could easily feel it.

But the way the residual mana appeared was very strange, it suddenly appeared in the main hall, born out of thin air, like a lightning bolt slashing there.

If Li Chandao had been in contact with the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he would know that this was a typical aura after using the Shift Talisman.

In the depths of the Lion's Head Palace, there is actually a big hole, the interior is dense, all are pitch-black passages, and the mine hole leads to the inside of the Lion Que at the foot.

For hundreds of years, it has been circulated, and among the magnificent lions, there are treasures left over from the ancient sect, which have long been hollowed out.

The two teenagers jumped into the cave and kicked up smoke and dust, and Li Chandao's divine sense was opened, wanting to find the source of mana.

The stone tower shook slightly, and a force attached itself to the Yinjun Sword.

Bai Qi just waved lightly, and a boulder blocking the passage was easily cut.

The startled Meng Wu looked like a ghost.

"Go down, go deeper, there is something abnormal at the bottom of the lion."

Li Chandao's divine sense penetrated the stone wall, and found a trace of mana at the lowest level.

The hard bluestone seems to have been divided into two halves, and it is strangely fused, and there is no abnormality on the outside.

If it weren't for the divine consciousness of an immortal cultivator, he wouldn't have been able to find it at all.

"Earth-based mana, is it the art of retreat in the novel?"

With a guess in his heart, he let Ping An split the bluestone.

Sparks flew and the sonorous sound was endless, stone chips were splashed everywhere, and stones the size of a human head were cut like tofu under the mana.

"Ping'an, are you evil, what are you doing with stones!"

Meng Wu watched in horror, and the faint flame candle reflected a strange scene.

Bai Qi was sweating profusely, frantically slashing at the green bricks under his feet, and his hair was scattered, like madness.

Wisps of mana snaked along the tip of the sword, penetrating the ground for more than a dozen feet, and exploded violently, tearing all the masonry and dirt apart.

With a bang, the ground under the feet of the two collapsed, like a giant beast opening its mouth viciously, devouring the teenagers.

"Not good!"

In the distance, Cuicui's face changed, and she rushed straight up, but the broken boulder was like an avalanche, blocking the way ahead.

Her face was pale, her true qi poured into her hands, and she dug like crazy.

The two teenagers' bodies were light, and they were weightless in an instant, and countless big stones fell downward, and the wind was howling, and they were so frightened that they cried and cried for their mother.

But the miraculous thing is that they fell lightly to the ground, and they were unscathed, and not a single stone was hit.

Li Chandao withdrew the mana that protected the children and looked at this underground cave.

The pillars of carved lions and beasts are propped up, blending with the rough stone walls and caves, blooming with sparkling light.

It turned out to be a strange moss, emitting a faint blue fluorescent light, faintly visible from the dark hole.

"Human bones!"

"What a handsome broadsword!"

Bai Qi and Meng Wu spoke at the same time, a corpse of Bai Sensen on the left, and a lion-headed knife on the right.

With a slight movement of his divine sense, Li Chandao actually saw a familiar token engraved with five tigers in the arms of Bai Gu.

It is consistent with the form that Niu Chengang handed over to Bai Shou, and it is said to be related to innate inheritance.

"Xiao Ping'an, go to the white bones, there is a baby!"

Bai Qi seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he stiffened his head and dragged Meng Wu, who was squeaking in fright, over together.

The crypt was damp, the ground was full of water, and it was rustling when walking.

The bones were covered in glowing moss, some of which were yellow, and the stench of Yinjun's sword picked up large patches of moss and rotten robes.

"The bones are hard, they are not rotten, and they have been dead for less than a hundred years, they must not be from this sect, they are latecomers, and they are not immortal cultivators."

Li Chandao was a little disappointed, there was no mana left in the white bones, just a mortal, holding a talisman in his palm, and it turned to ashes when he touched it.

The right arm was broken at the root, presumably being chased and killed, and escaped into this dark cave with the power of the talisman.

Bai Qi was disgusted, and used his sword to turn out the Five Tiger Tokens, a few gold ingots, and a flat white beast egg.

"There's a glimmer of life in the egg, I don't know if it can hatch, so take it."

The voice of the senior of the Immortal Tower echoed in his mind, and Bai Qi's expression was excited, this was the adventure he wanted, the road of chivalry in the script.

"I've got a token, monkey, do you want this egg?"

Meng Wu's head shook like a rattle, and he was very responsive to the dead man's things: "I don't want it, just give me one gold ingot, and the knife, can you give it to me too?" ”

"Okay, the knife will be given to you!"

The lion's head knife was inserted very deeply, piercing into the rock, and the teenagers couldn't pull it out, and in the end they had to rely on the power of the fairy tower.

Only then did they discover that under the big knife, there was a corpse, dead for hundreds of years, almost integrated with the rock, and it looked like it was oozing tight.

Li Chandao glanced at it, it was just a sharp weapon in the handle, which should be a legacy of the sect hundreds of years ago.

This sect is obviously not simple, it has something to do with the immortals, and it can make the method of retreating to the earth and carve stone pillars in the crypt.

The children were very happy to find the treasure, but more than two hours passed, and their hungry stomachs were growling.

"Peace, we won't starve to death here!"

The heavy lion-headed broadsword was thrown aside, and Meng Wu opened his mouth weakly, and his body was cold in the damp dark hole.

"Probably not, Brother Meng Wen, they will find us!"

Although Bai Qi said this, his confidence was actually not very strong, and the senior of the Immortal Pagoda did not speak again, and his biggest reliance seemed to have disappeared.

Li Chandao naturally didn't forget the little ones, but felt that Bai Qi's adventure was smooth, so he sharpened his guard against arrogance and rashness.

Secretly, he was actually communicating with Cuicui, and gradually penetrated the passage above.

More than another hour passed, just as the children hesitated to eat some glowing moss to satisfy their hunger.

There was a loud bang overhead, and a cloud of rubble rolled down, pushed aside by mana.

Looking at the familiar figure, Bai Qi couldn't help but turn red at the corners of his eyes, and shouted earnestly: "Mother! ”