Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao looked at the group of black feather blood sculptures that stayed in front of the stone gate like this, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

In this way, the two stood at the door for a long time, and the black feather blood could not be carved, and the two did not dare to make a rash move.

Waiting endlessly like this, Yang Zhao obviously couldn't hold it back.

Yang Zhao pinched out a fire talisman in his hand, took a step forward, and suddenly reached out to grab the neck of a black feather blood eagle, and the fire gradually became stronger. But even after enduring such pain, the Black Feather Blood Eagle still didn't dare to fly forward and fight with Yang Zhao. Subsequently, the black feather blood eagle that screamed incessantly was burned to death by Yang Zhao in this way.

When Yang Zhao made a move, the rest of the Black Feather Blood Eagles roared in unison, wanting to attack Yang Zhao's hand that reached into the stone gate. However, Yang Zhao's fire is extraordinary, as long as they touch it slightly, they will suffer a lot, so they have never been able to get close.

After Yang Zhao slashed a black feather blood eagle, he took two steps back and stood beside Zhou Qingdu. Yang Zhao's face was a little excited and happy at this time, and he grinned at Zhou Qingdui and said, "This Black Feather Blood Eagle seems to be very afraid of my flames, and they can't step out of this stone gate, so we have a way to rush in." ”

As he spoke, Yang Zhao took out a black talisman from his sleeve, put it in Zhou Qingdu's hand, and continued: "Later, we will shoot together, if you are not careful, you will crush this fire talisman and throw it among the birds." ”

Zhou Qingwan took the fire talisman, looked at the ancient words on it that he couldn't understand at all, and responded, "Okay." ”

Yang Zhao nodded, calmed his breath slightly, and rushed in front of those black feather blood eagles again.

Zhou Qingdui no longer hesitated at this time, the aura here was rich, and most of the true qi he had consumed before had been recovered.

The black-feathered blood eagles seemed to be demonstrating to the two of them because of the death of their companions, or perhaps because they were demonstrating to them.

Zhou Qingdui swung out the Burial Immortal Sword in his hand and flew towards those black feather blood sculptures, and the sword qi continued to tear through these black strange birds. The Black Feather Blood Eagles were also in a mess, resisting these sword qi.

After the flying sword left his hand, Zhou Qingdui did not dare to be idle, the true qi in his hand was condensed, and the first type of Destroying Yuan Palm, which was known as having the power of "pulling mountains and rivers", was slapped out with one palm.

The huge palm print of the condensed true qi collided in the group of black feather blood sculptures that were in a mess, and in an instant, those with slightly low strength had already been buried here.

But now these black feather blood eagles are obviously much more difficult than the previous ones, even if the sword moves and palm techniques are shot together, there are still very few casualties among the black suppressed strange birds.

But Yang Zhao, who was already a Daoist in the Lingfu Realm, was better than Zhou Qingdui's side, but that's all.

It is enough to see that these black feather blood eagles are much more powerful than Zhou Qingdui imagined, and Zhou Qingdui also overestimated the Burial Immortal Sword that has not yet fully recovered its peak state.

Over time, it became clear that the situation was much less optimistic. The Spirit Soldier Immortal Sword, which had once been ranked as a holy product, was now held in the mouth of a black feather blood eagle with blood-colored feathers on its head and a few runes looming in its eyes. Although the sword roared in its mouth, and there was even some faint sword qi tearing its mouth, it still did not let go of the sword to kill its companions. This black feather blood eagle is a little different from the others in appearance, and it should be the best of this group of eagles.

When Zhou Qingdui first got this sword, he accompanied Zhou Qingdui to fight several times, how could Zhou Qingdui let this sword be limited by demons?

Zhou Qingdui didn't care about anything else at this time, and rushed forward, wanting to grab the sword in the bird's mouth.

Zhou Qingdui first slapped out with one palm, scattering the black feather blood eagles around the black eagle holding the sword, and then rushed up desperately to grab the burial immortal sword in the bird's mouth. This also caused Zhou Qingdui to step into the stone chamber again because of this reckless behavior.

Yang Zhao was taken a step back by the counterattack of a black feather blood eagle, and because of this, he saw Zhou Qingdui's self-defeating behavior, and said angrily: "Zhou Qingdui, you don't want to fucking die?" ”

Yang Zhao didn't care about the chirping and madness of the black feather blood eagle in front of him at this time, and rushed in the direction of Zhou Qingdui.

It's a pity that it was too late, Zhou Qingdui grabbed the sword and refused to let go, and was rashly pulled into the stone chamber by the black feather blood eagle.

At the same time, countless black feather blood eagles seemed to see the fat meat in front of them, and surrounded Zhou Qingdu.

Yang Zhao looked at the terrifying scene in front of him and scolded angrily: "It's all crazy." ”

At this time, Yang Zhao, who has always spared his life, had the courage to rush into the dense flock of birds, just to pull out the stupid boy who risked his life to take the sword.

As soon as Yang Zhao stepped into the stone chamber, more than a dozen black feather blood eagles rushed towards him with scarlet eyes, and he couldn't pull away for a while.

Yang Zhao used all his strength to deal with these crazy bird demons, and at the same time, he shouted madly at the flock of birds who couldn't see the young man inside at all: "Zhou Qingdui, if you don't fucking die, hurry up and give me out!" Don't ask Lao Tzu to collect your body at that time, the kind of poor and remote place in your hometown, the master doesn't bother to go! If you are really fucking dead, the master will run out by himself and throw you here, and then you will wait for a rotten good person like you who has not seen you in 800 years to bury you! Zhou Qingdui, please don't pretend to be dead, come out! ”

In the end, the young man in the Taoist robe seemed to have no power to scold anymore, and his voice was already a little hoarse.

At this time, among the group of strange birds that were pressed by the black pressure, a fierce fire suddenly ignited, and all the black feather blood eagles dispersed. There was a young man with a sword in his hand, standing faintly in it.

In the end, the young man who was resolutely in the period finally seemed to be unable to hold on and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao ignored the harassment of these black feather blood eagles around him, and rushed forward regardless of it, pulling up the young man who fell to the ground.

In the eyes of the young man in the robe, the young man with a weak face, whose clothes were torn by the black feather blood sculpture and who still had only a trace of consciousness, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, smiled miserably at him, and closed his eyes.

Yang Zhao picked up the dying Zhou Qingdui on his back and rushed towards the stone room desperately.

He was going to find hope, a hope that would keep them alive and get out of it!

Behind him, giant birds that had been burned or killed by the fire were scattered on the ground, and countless energetic black-feathered blood eagles swooped down in the direction he had fled.

Yang Zhao kept running in this stone chamber and never stopped. Or rather, he didn't dare to stop.

Yang Zhao crossed the long stone road he had walked before, and once again came to the stone gate without candlelight. This time he did not hesitate, and with a fire in his hand, he continued to run.

This time, he didn't run for long, and he stopped.

In front of Yang Zhao's eyes were countless bones scattered on the ground, as well as a sarcophagus.

But soon Yang Zhao's eyes were filled with despair, there was no exit here, and it could even be said that it was a closed tomb.

Behind him, the crazy group of black feather blood eagles was already coming.

Yang Zhao walked into the tomb, gently placed Zhou Qingdui's body next to the sarcophagus, and slowly walked towards the black feather blood sculpture that had already entered it.

"I'm going to have to keep a whole corpse for myself."

Yang Zhao's face was resolute, and boundless fire erupted around him, blocking the group of black feather blood sculptures at the door.

The Burial Immortal Sword that Zhou Qingdui was holding tightly in his hand also flew out suddenly, tearing towards the group of black feather blood eagles.

Yang took a look at the fairy sword that seemed to have spiritual wisdom, and said bitterly, "Thank you." ”

The Burial Immortal Sword emitted a faint sword sound, as if in response.

......

At this time, above the Broken Soul Abyss, there was no longer the figure of the old man in the Taoist robe, only a middle-aged man standing on the cliff.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the middle-aged man looked up at the blue sky above, and said to himself, "Old Ye, will they survive?" Time...... Not much, really. ”

No one responded.

It's just that the originally blue sky suddenly darkened, and the figure of the middle-aged man suddenly seemed a little lonely.

......

Yang Zhao, who had been resisting with all his might, had gradually exhausted himself, and there were only a few black feather blood eagles left from the countless before.

The ancient sword that helped the young man in the Dao robe to fight no longer had the strength to fight, and was slapped to the ground by a black feather blood eagle.

Yang Zhao threw down the sharp knife in his hand at this time, took out a hexagram plate engraved with the word "Li", and dripped a drop of blood.

In an instant, the hexagram disk glowed with red light, and the flames around Yang Zhao rose again.

But no one knew that at this time, the face of the young man in the Taoist robe was much paler.

Yang Zhao contained flames in his palm, and with one punch, he directly killed a black feather blood eagle that was still breathing.

After Yang Zhao's punch after punch, these black feather blood eagles were finally left with the blood-crowned black eagle that had taken away Zhou Qingdu's ancient sword.

But at this time, Yang Zhao no longer had the strength to stop this huge blood-crowned black eagle, so after the flames around Yang Zhao dimmed, it was scarred and slaughtered towards Zhou Qingdu, who fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao felt bad, but at this time, he couldn't catch up with the blood-crowned black eagle who was dying and fought back.

After the blood-crowned black eagle approached the unconscious Zhou Qingdui, it flapped one of its wings and flapped Zhou Qingdui's body, and Zhou Qingdui was also beaten to the sarcophagus by this blow, spitting blood.

No one saw that the blood spit out of the young man's mouth turned into a line of blood and flowed along the gap in the sarcophagus after dripping onto the sarcophagus.

Yang Zhao also rushed over at this time, grabbed the blood-crowned black eagle and smashed it to the ground, and the remaining flames in his hand were also torturing the only remaining black feather blood eagle.

In the end, Yang Zhao continued to retain blood, and under the continuous impact, the blood-crowned black eagle screamed incessantly, and finally died at the hands of the blood-stained young man in the Taoist robe.

Yang Zhao stood up, looked at the young man on the sarcophagus, picked up the bloodstained ancient sword on the ground and put it in the young man's hand.

"I really shouldn't have listened to your nonsense and came here, I had to take Lao Tzu's life. Since you can't get out alive, then I'll die here with you. It's also good to be a companion on Huangquan Road. It's just a pity that I, Yang Zhao, am such a genius, but I have lived such a short life. No matter what, this old man has been here, and he has no regrets! ”

The young man in the Taoist robe just turned his back to the young man lying on the sarcophagus and whispered.

Subsequently, Yang Zhao, who was trying his best to fight, finally persevered and fell to the ground suddenly.

No one knew that a gray aura poured out of the sarcophagus and melted into the dying boy's body.

A vicissitudes of life with only a remnant soul left looked at the young man on the sarcophagus with a complicated expression.