The autumn wind is bleak, and it is more than ten days.

Zhou Qingwei and Yang Zhao had already arrived at the border between Kanshui Prefecture and Duize Prefecture, and the two were standing on a cliff at this time looking at the scene in front of them.

Legend has it that there is an abyss on the border between Kanshui Prefecture and Duize Prefecture, which is called the Burial Soul Abyss. As the name suggests, almost no one can survive here. For countless years, there have been countless bones of dead souls under the abyss of the Soul Burial, all of which were left by those who had the audacity to pass through here.

Therefore, if you want to go to Duize Prefecture in these years, almost everyone will choose to detour through the mountains around Duize Prefecture or go directly away from Huozhou. But Zhou Qingdui followed the guidance on the map and did want to pass from here.

This also made Zhou Qingwan really hesitant, and Yang Zhao also felt that his brain was hot after standing here. I really shouldn't have listened to this guy in the first place, and came here.

The two stood against the wind for a long time, Zhou Qingdui stared at the cliff and sighed, turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as the two of them turned around, not far away, an old man in a Taoist robe who was quite a bit immortal appeared, the old man touched his beard and looked at the two teenagers with a smile.

Yang Zhao held a weed in his mouth, as if he didn't see the person in front of him, and walked swaggeringly.

Zhou Qingdui felt that the old man in front of him must have inadvertently broken into here, so he waved his hand at the old man and shouted loudly: "Old man, this place is very dangerous, go back quickly!" ”

The old man in the Taoist robe had a gentle face, waved his robe, and said softly: "The old man naturally knows, but you can't just leave." ”

The old man said, Zhou Qingdui was still a little puzzled, just when Zhou Qingdui was about to move forward. Yang Zhao, who didn't care about what the old man said, was humming a song and was walking past the old man in the Taoist robe, and the old man in the Taoist robe suddenly raised his hand and pressed Yang Zhao's chest and pushed forward.

Yang Zhao was unsuspectingly pushed out by the old man's palm, and his figure began to move backwards. At this time, a fire suddenly ignited on Yang Zhao's body, and after stabilizing his figure, Yang Zhao immediately slapped the old man who wanted to return it.

Seeing this, the old man in the Taoist robe smiled slightly, and was not panicked. As soon as his feet were raised, he sat up on a hovering plate. When Yang Zhao's palm carrying the momentum of fire was about to get closer, the old man in the Taoist robe suddenly reached out and grabbed the oncoming palm.

Yang Zhao's face changed, and he immediately wanted to break free of his hand. At the same time, an incomparably sacred golden light emanated from under the old man's body, slowly condensing into a golden lotus.

Zhou Qingdui saw that the situation was not good, and silently recited the magic formula, and the Burial Immortal Sword suddenly came out of its sheath and flew straight towards the old man. Seeing this, the old man in the Taoist robe still had a gentle face and a smile on his face. But at this time, although the old man wrapped in golden light was wearing a Taoist robe, he already looked like a Buddha in distress.

The old man in the Taoist robe let go of his hand that grabbed Yang Zhao, put his hands together, and the oncoming firelight and flying sword were all blocked by the golden light around the old man. Behind the old man, a bodhisattva with a majestic face also appeared at this time, and the golden Buddha faced all beings, looking down on the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao couldn't help but scold: "Where the hell did this tantric power come from?" His mother's golden light is going to blind Lao Tzu's eyes! How does this work? ”

Zhou Qingdui also had a serious face, and he wanted to slap his true qi with one palm.

The old man just looked at them with a smile on his face and did not speak.

After a while, Yang Zhao finally couldn't help it, the shoulder knife on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, held it in his hand, and Yang Zhao slashed it out.

Immediately after, Zhou Qingdui also hit a slap of the Yuan.

The sword light and palm shadow hit the golden light of the body protection of the great monk of this Buddhist sect one after another, but the golden light that became more and more dazzling did not move at all.

Immediately afterwards, the old man in the Taoist robe changed his complexion, his clothes suddenly began to shake violently, and the old man's gesture changed from the previous fold to a palm.

At this time, the golden light giant Buddha behind the old man also grabbed it with one palm.

Buddha land in the palm of your hand.

Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao were both grabbed by the golden light giant hand, and the two of them couldn't open their eyes when the golden light on the giant hand was shining, and the surrounding environment was no different from an ordinary hand.

But the coercion brought by the Ming King's Law had already made the two of them feel as if they had fallen into the abyss, Yang Zhao still did not give up, his face was hideous, and his body was burning with fire to fight against this Buddha!

Zhou Qingwan naturally didn't want to die like this, so he raised his hand and made a move. The ancient sword that was stuck in the ground jumped up, rushed into the giant hand, and came to Zhou Qingdui's hand.

Zhou Qingdu's face was resolute, and the funeral immortal sword in his hand was non-stop. At that moment, Zhou Qingwan only felt that the sword intent was surging on his body, and the figure of the green shirt sword flat mountain and sea appeared in his mind.

The red and white lights in Zhou Qingdu's eyes were intertwined, and the fierce aura of the remaining Nine Demon Dragon Demon in his body was also beating at this time. In just an instant, the sword in Zhou Qingdu's hand was already hovering red and white, and in this faint moment, there seemed to be a faint ray of colorful light.

Zhou Qingdui only felt that his aura had begun to rise, and although his consciousness was unwavering, there seemed to be a wisp of gray qi in his mind that interfered with his mind.

"Ahh

Zhou Qingwan only felt that at this moment, his head was splitting!

Zhou Qingdui roared, and suddenly slashed out with a sword.

The power of this sword was fierce and powerful like never before, and Yang Zhao only felt that the person next to him seemed to be different in a trance.

Zhou Qingdui swung out with a sword, and a crack began to appear on the giant hand of the golden Buddha.

Yang Zhao was overjoyed when he saw this, not to be outdone, and the fire was even worse, but to no avail.

"What a fucking bastard!"

Yang Zhao roared, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed down his arm.

Blood dripped and melted into the fire.

The already surging flames actually became a little darker, but the temperature around them was also rising rapidly.

Under Yang Zhao's somewhat thin figure, a hexagram appeared faintly at some point.

The flames that attacked the giant hand were not inferior to every sword qi slashed out by Zhou Qingduan.

At this time, Zhou Qingdu, whose consciousness was facing loss of control, was naturally invisible.

The two people floating on this huge river and lake are desperately resisting and counterattacking for their lives at this time.

The old man in the Dao robe who was sitting on top of the golden lotus also sensed the vision in the giant hand, and his face changed slightly, but soon it was the same smiling expression again.

It seems that everything in the world has been found happy by him alone.

The old man in the Dao robe slowly turned his palm, and the golden light giant hand also rotated at the same time. The two of them in the giant hand only felt that the sky was shaking, and they could only barely maintain their figures.

As soon as the old man in the Dao robe suddenly let go of his hand, the golden light giant hand also suddenly let go.

The two of them were suddenly thrown away by the giant hand in the abyss.

For a moment, only Yang Zhao's incessant cursing was left at the cliff.

The old man in the robe breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "Now these juniors are really getting more and more powerful, Li Qiubai's sword moves, the fire of that family." The rivers and lakes, it's still not boring! There was something strange about the boy in white, and even I couldn't understand it. It's okay, this mess should be left to the descendant of the Confucian and Taoist Palace to solve. Now that the juniors are so amazing, it's time for us old guys to quit. It's just that Xuan Jiu, you are in a hurry for me to help these two boys, and I really think that these two juniors can solve the things below? Don't make a big mistake! ”

In an instant, the golden light dissipated, and the law phase returned to the body.

"It's okay, old-timer. If you can make a move, it will be a loss of face for me, and if something goes wrong, I will save these two boys."

The old man in the Taoist robe dispersed the golden lotus and stepped on the ground gently. Behind him, there stood a man of vicissitudes.

......

The abyss of the soul burial is bottomless, tens of thousands of feet.

Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao kept falling down in this cliff, and Yang Zhao tried to fly during this period, but he couldn't do it as if he was suppressed by the formation. Not to mention Zhou Qingdu, now he is confused and just sinks down. This also made Yang Zhao take a lot of effort to grab Zhou Qingdui's sleeve, so that Zhou Qingdui would not be blown away in the fall.

The sky above the abyss was full of clouds and mist, until a stone platform came into view.

Just when Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingdui were about to smash on the stone platform, Yang Zhao suddenly realized that he had been able to use his true qi, so he stabilized his body and landed steadily with Zhou Qingdui.

After landing on the ground, Zhou Qingdui also came to his senses and shook his head. As far as the eye can see, there is a stone platform with dry bones all around.

Zhou Qingdui couldn't help asking, "We were just left behind?" ”

Yang Zhao shrugged, waved his hand and said, "It's almost counted." ”

The two of them looked up at the clouds at the same time and sighed.

"I'll see if I can fly up." Yang Zhao's face suddenly became a little solemn, and he jumped upward.

But before he could finish speaking, he slammed into the ground.

Yang Zhao curled up on the ground for a moment, scolding: "Who the hell is so bad?" As soon as he went up, he couldn't urge the master to be angry. Don't let the master find out where your grave is, or I will burn it down for you. ”

Zhou Qingwan looked at him and asked a question: "How did Brother Yang know that the builder of this place was dead?" ”

Yang Zhao said seriously: "This person is so lacking in morality, and if he makes it clear that he won't let people go out alive, he must have been hacked to death by someone a knife." ”

Zhou Qingwan was shocked when he heard this, and gave Yang Zhao a thumbs up again.

After another period of resistance, the two finally gave up. Even the two tried to burn with fire and slash with swords, but to no avail.

Zhou Qingdui stuck his sword in the ground, and he observed the surroundings, trying to find out if there was any hidden exit here.

But after Zhou Qingdui looked at this piece of dry bones and even some rotten flesh, he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "The master of this place is really ruthless, these dry bones must have been left by mortals or monks after entering this soul burial abyss." There are still some dusty magic weapons on this ground, and the grades are all extraordinary. It's a pity that they all died in it. ”

Yang Zhao suddenly grinned: "Actually, there are benefits, if we can go out with these magic weapons, we can be regarded as making a fortune!" ”

Zhou Qingdui squatted on the ground with a calm expression, sprinkled a handful of soil on those dry bones, and said, "These magic weapons followed their masters to fight in front of them, and they should also be buried with their masters after they die." Let's not take away these magic weapons, all things have spirits after death, and presumably they may also look at us like gods. ”

Yang Zhao was a little helpless and said, "You are a bad person!" I'm not going to take it. ”

In the end, Zhou Qingdui slowly got up, pulled out the Burial Immortal Sword inserted in the ground, and urged the True Qi to wield the sword qi to draw a huge pit in a land without dry bones.

Under Yang Zhao's gaze, Zhou Qingdui moved the scattered dry skeletons into the pit one by one.

After about a stick of incense, with the help of Yang Zhao, who was quite helpless, almost all the dry bones around the stone platform and their magic weapons entered this deep pit

After Zhou Qingdui finally sprinkled a handful of soil, he whispered: "Enter the soil for peace." ”

Yang Zhao stood on the stone platform and watched the young man's behavior like this, his face was complicated.

At this time, Zhou Qingdui got up and stood on the stone platform.

Yang Zhao changed back to his old face and joked: "Zhou Qingdu, you do it like this, what if another poor worm is thrown down by that old man in the future, finds this pit where the treasure is buried, and digs it all out in one go?" ”

Zhou Qingdu's face was serious, he gently wiped the soil from the sword's body, and said, "By that time, these senior monks must have already embarked on the path of reincarnation. The magic weapon is their thoughts, if these magic weapons are taken away by later generations, maybe it means that they have let go of their obsession? Maybe it's not a bad thing. If there are any very powerful monks here, if their magic weapons are taken out and shine again, they will be remembered by the world again. ”

Yang Zhao sighed when he heard this: "Also, if you can go out of this ghost place, I'm afraid it's also a great character." Forget it, let's not worry about it, let's think about how to get out. ”

Zhou Qingwan looked around at the rather eerie environment around him, took out the map and looked at it, and then said: "The shopkeeper marked this place on the map, if it wasn't for harming me, there should be an exit, let's look for it carefully." ”

When Yang Zhao heard this, he scolded: "I suspect that the shopkeeper is trying to harm you!" ”

Zhou Qingdui's face froze.

As the saying goes, if you often walk in the rivers and lakes, how can you not be knifed?