In the dilapidated ancient city, most of the houses are well preserved, just because they are inhabited all year round, there is no life, and there is a breath of death.

Lu Yun hid behind the house, looking at the disciples of the Bodhi Cave in front of him carefully avoiding the rest of the people and raised his eyebrows.

Even if it's a treasure hunt, the rumors of this secret treasure are not a day or two.

This posture of Bodhi Cave has a feeling of being a thief.

It's as if they know where the secret is, but they don't want to share it with the rest of the people, so they have this sneaky behavior.

"It's around here, why isn't it?"

When the spiritual power gathered in his ears, he could hear the voices of those disciples.

They have reached their destination, but there is no way to enter.

"Look carefully, and there will be no mistakes."

The leader is Senior Brother Lou, this will not look good, he came in this time, he was burdened with a heavy responsibility but couldn't find a clue.

It's really embarrassing.

"Senior brother, this way!"

A disciple seemed to have discovered something and shouted, and Senior Brother Lou hurriedly followed.

After a while, the group walked away.

Lu Yun didn't continue to follow, what she was looking for was nearby, and it was important to get down to business.

After confirming that the disciples of the Bodhi Cave would not appear again, Lu Yun flashed into a room.

The chaotic scene was the same as outside, with one wall covered in sword marks.

Lu Yun walked over and stroked the marks with her fingers.

It's been a long time, and it's not a powerful predecessor who caused these sword marks, and there is no sword rhyme left.

From the messy and sharp sword marks, you can still get a glimpse of the fierceness of the battle at that time.

Such traces exist in various places in this ancient city.

In the original ancient city of Montenegro, a group of monks were teleported out, and then the ancient city itself suddenly disappeared.

But before this, why did this kind of prosperous city leave so many traces of battle.

There are many and dense, and the sword marks are profound, which cannot be made by disciples in the Qi refining period.

It's really, it's incredible.

Thinking about it, Lu Yun knocked on the wall a few times quite regularly, and then saw the flat ground vibrate slightly, revealing a pitch-black passage leading to the bottom.

The house used to be inhabited by a monk, and there was not a treasure cave underneath, but the place where the monk died.

With a slight pinch of his hand, the oil lamp in the cellar lit up a fire, illuminating the inside.

The lower cellars are not large and are just right for hiding.

And in the depths of this cellar, there was a shadow shrinking, it was a figure, facing Lu Yun's approach, there was no movement.

When you get closer, you can see that it is a corpse.

The monk seizes the creation of heaven and earth, and uses spiritual power to nourish his body, even if he dies, some powerful corpses can not decay for thousands of years.

If the cultivation is weaker, it is not difficult to preserve the corpse for a hundred years.

The corpse that Lu Yun saw, the flesh and blood had long since disappeared, but a layer of skin was left to wrap the dry bones.

On the thin bones, the clothes were shattered at the slightest touch, the whole chest collapsed, and the ribs were all broken.

The wound caused by the original injury can be seen in the exposed bones, and it is not difficult to imagine how much this person was injured at the beginning.

Further up, the two black skeletons on the skull, gloomy like dark ghost fires, stared at Lu Yun.

Lu Yun felt a kind of unwillingness from the skeletal face that couldn't see clearly.

This man died a suffocating death.

But Lu Yun is not a good person, and after glancing at the pitiful appearance of this senior, she reached out and picked up an umbrella in the other party's arms.

The whole body of the silver umbrella, when opened, it looks like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, with a glittering light.

The umbrella surface is made of countless silver threads, which are indistinguishable from each other.

After weighing it for a few moments, Lu Yun just wanted to use his spiritual power to activate the Confession, when he heard footsteps approaching behind him.

Immediately after, there was a wisp of coldness against the back of his neck.

The people behind him, like tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests, grabbed the back of the prey's neck, gnawed carefully, and prepared to feast.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, nothing more than that.

The candle flame flickered a few times because of this person's presence, and the light and shadow twisted and swayed in the cellar, looking hideous.

And the man's shrill voice was tinged with smugness.

"Hehe, little girl, give me the things, and I'll spare you?"

It's a man, his voice is not young, it's dry.

Lu Yun lowered his head and saw that the identity card of the Hidden Sword Sect on his waist was still hanging.

It stands to reason that even if the people here do it, they won't look for these big sect disciples.

The visitor naturally saw Lu Yun's movements and sneered.

"Why, you still expect someone from your Hidden Sword Sect to save you."

"Little girl, if you die here, no one will know that it was my hand."

"If you don't want to die, give me something."

A thin hand leaned out from behind Lu Yun and grabbed the curtain umbrella.

Seeing Lu Yun standing still obediently, the person who came a little closer, and his breath sprinkled on the back of his neck, causing goosebumps.

Seeing that the other party was about to touch the curtain umbrella, Lu Yun took a step faster, and his spiritual power rushed into the umbrella and branded it with his own.

The high-grade spiritual weapon, once the owner is recognized, unless the owner is dead, others will not be able to use it even if they snatch it away.

Lu Yun's behavior obviously didn't take his threat to heart, and even succeeded in provoking the other party.

This made the voice of the visitor more and more gloomy.

"Stinky girl, you are looking for death!"

The moment the palm wind hit, Lu Yun moved.

A cold aura surged in this cellar, and Han Jiangxue appeared in Lu Yun's hand, and the long sword swept back behind him.

The sharp sword wind brushed against the opponent's cheek, leaving a trail of blood on it.

Lu Yun, who took the opportunity to pull away, glanced at the man.

"It's just three of them."

The fluttering tone made the hearts of the people who came nervous.

He realized that this little girl did not have any fear in her eyes, but looked at herself for a long time, and even regretted.

Yes, regrets.

Lu Yun found that someone was following him early on, and it was a few loose cultivators.

Unlike sect disciples, casual cultivators are not bound by sect rules, and act more independently and fearlessly.

Snatching other people's treasures like this is a common occurrence for these casual cultivators.

The reason why Lu Yun didn't do it in advance was because he wanted to lure people here, and then catch them all.

was targeted by a thief, and robbed the thief.

However, there are only three people in this group, and they won't be very rich if they want to come to their pockets.

Sweeping the man's nervous appearance, Lu Yun threw the curtain umbrella in the air.

In an instant, the moonlight fell and shrouded the cellar.

A faint sparkle of fireflies sealed off this small area.

The rest of the accomplices outside will be unknown.

"What do you want to dare?"

The identities of the hunter and the prey seemed to be reversed at this moment, and the person who came realized something asked sharply.

Just listening to that voice, I feel that I am not confident enough.

Wrinkles crisscrossed the old face, and a pair of eyes were like rats, treacherous and dark.

Cultivation can prolong life and even immortality, but it can only be a period of qi refining, and at most it will not extend the life span of several decades too much.

He's about to put a gamble here.