After teaching the martial art of "Purple Light Nine Breaking" to Lin Feng, the ancient martial artist exhausted the last trace of vitality, and he passed away suddenly, with a smile on his face.

Because he died on the way to pursue martial arts, he fought to his death, which is the best destination for a martial artist.

The ancient warrior was kept alive by the mysterious sealing method of his body and spiritual sense, and after a long time, he fell silent in the Heavenly Void Palace.

Today, he fought with Lin Feng and broke thousands of years of loneliness, which is an indescribable sympathy.

"May you rest in peace and have a good day today. "Lin Feng buried the corpse of the ancient warrior, which was the last thing he did for him.

Master Shinichi folded his hands and read the scriptures of the past life beside him, for his undead soul, he did not feel angry because the ancient warriors attacked him, and the bearing of a generation of monks was impressive.

Due to the protection of the Jiuding Sect and the two peerless masters of the Transformation Realm, Master Zhenyi and Xie Lingtian, there were no casualties, and even the seriously injured Miluo Island Lord Xiongwan was still breathing, his throat bone was crushed by the ancient warrior before, and now he is not dead, it is really fateful, or he has a unique means of saving his life.

"Hey, you guys are really amazing, you didn't see you for a long time, you broke into the depths of the bone mountain, and defeated all the ancient warriors. A hoarse voice laughed, and the man came from the bone path.

Lin Feng looked back, but saw that the person who came was a monk surnamed Mu, who had a blood condensation nine-fold cultivation. When he had just entered the sixth layer before, he saw that he had obtained the spirit weapon Lingguang Shield, and he had a conflict with Li Zhou at that time.

After that, he never saw this guy, presumably hiding behind when everyone was not paying attention, and he didn't want to face the danger on the bone road.

"Why don't you go on your own, don't you feel ashamed to come now?" Li Zhou stared at him coldly.

"Bastard boy, don't be arrogant in front of me with that little bit of cultivation, I saw all the battles just now. You were defeated by the ancient warrior in just ten rounds, dare you mock me here?"

"Do you want to fight? I'm not afraid of your Lingguang shield. Li Zhou raised the Heavenly Painting Halberd in his hand and flew out, emitting a moon-white halberd.

The monk surnamed Mu hurriedly jumped back, and at the same time, his right hand summoned the spirit weapon Ziling Shield and spun it to dissolve this fierce halberd.

"Stop, do you still think that our monk's casualties are not heavy enough?" Xie Lingtian's figure suddenly appeared, appearing between the monk surnamed Mu and Li Zhou, and as soon as he stretched out his hand seemingly at random, he grabbed the right hand of the monk surnamed Mu together with the Ziling shield and Li Zhou's Fang Tian painting halberd.

Li Zhou was furious, and he still wanted to clean up the monk surnamed Mu, but no matter how much he drummed up, he couldn't make Fang Tian's halberd move at all, as if it had taken root in Xie Lingtian's hands.

The shining silver light that had just risen converged, Xie Lingtian pushed the two of them away, and said in a deep voice: "At this time, we monks are still fighting with each other, how many of us monks can leave the Heavenly Void Hall alive is still completely unknown, can you take a long-term view?"

Li Zhou and the monk surnamed Mu fell silent, while the others were also silent, their hearts full of thoughts.

It is true that the first few floors of the Heavenly Void Hall still have to fight each other for treasures, but when they reach the sixth layer, the deepest layer that the monks have ever explored, they are still fighting for their own selfish interests, which is a stupid act.

So after some reflection, the monks abandoned their previous suspicions, and even Xie Lingtian asked Li Zhou to help Xiongwan, the lord of Miluo Island, who had not recovered from his serious injuries.

In the heavenly dome on the sixth floor of the Heavenly Void Palace, colorful clouds are surging endlessly, like gorgeous brocade.

The land was desolate, with bones and endless dust.

The wind was cold, and suddenly it rained.

Lin Feng and his teammates searched for the location of the previous cave on the broken bone road, after all, the mysterious man with white hair and red robe was the most powerful existence here, and he still remembered that the ancient warrior had said that this was the Holy Lord.

The rain was pouring down, Lin Feng slowed down his steps, looking at the rain curtain that filled the heavens and the earth, this kind of rain was glowing with a faint blue light, which was very different from the rain in the world outside.

Rain, born in the sky, died in the earth. The process in between is life.

This rain is a lifetime...... It's life and death.

Chaowen said, you can die at night!

A hundred years of life is fleeting, like a white horse.

Lin Feng felt that although a cultivator could have more years, what could he do? The long years could turn the once brave warriors into dry bones, and the earthly cultivation would come to naught.

"Maybe only pure fighting spirit will not be worn out by the years! Life is precious in the mind, you have to go forward and fight, so that you don't ......live in vain," Lin Feng realized in his heart.

In the vast rain curtain, a heroic will rose in Lin Feng's heart, but the others didn't know what to do.

Soon, the cave ruins were finally found in a mess of bones.

The aftermath of the earth-shaking battle before did not even affect here, and on top of a pile of bones, a gilded chair was placed, on which lay a man with white hair and red robes.

His face was handsome, but pale, and there was a dark red crescent-shaped mark in the center of his eyebrows, which exuded a strange halo.

"Could it be that this person is a peerless powerhouse in the Transfiguration Realm in front of him?" Lin Feng muttered.

"It stands to reason that there is a pattern of the illusory shadow of the beast soul at the center of the eyebrows, which is a sign of a strong person in the transformation realm. However, the pattern on the center of his eyebrows is not the shape of a demon beast, but a dark red crescent! Xie Lingtian frowned.

The rain became heavier and heavier, like a torrent, but the wind and rain could not get close to the red-haired and white-robed mysterious man, although he had no breath of life, but there was a dark red light curtain around him to block the wind and rain.

"This person has definitely not fallen, there is no life, but he is full of the breath of death, could it be that he is cultivating the Demon Dao?" Lin Feng said.

"It is impossible for the Demon Dao Cultivators in the cultivation world to practice themselves without a trace of vitality, the Ancient Monks are really incredible. Didn't the ancient warrior who was defeated by you say that the seal of the Holy Lord was also loosened, and he only needed to fluctuate more to break the seal and come out. Li Zhou said.

Obviously, this red-robed and white-haired man is the Holy Lord mentioned by the ancient martial artist, and one of the ancient martial artists under his command is so fierce, if the Holy Lord breaks the seal and wakes up, then what will it be?

"It's come to this, don't make any extraneous branches. Although Elder Ben and Master Shinichi were peerless masters of the Transfiguration Realm, everything was unpredictable in front of this mysterious ancient monk. So we searched the area, and if there was any treasure, we took it and evacuated quickly, so as not to wake up the Holy Lord. Xie Lingtian made a decision.

During this period of time, he has been very stable, because he has to take into account the safety of the elite disciples of the Jiuding Sect, and he must not take too many risks.

"What Elder Xie said is very true, stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of running out of firewood. The monk surnamed Mu was extremely timid, and when he heard that he was going to retreat, he smiled.

The group tried to keep their feet as light as possible, and searched the surroundings, except for the scattered bones, there was nothing unusual.

"This ancient monk called the Holy Lord is so poor, and there are no treasures left in the cave. Li Zhou sighed.

"Maybe he hid the treasure in a storage bag, do you dare to check it out?" the monk surnamed Mu sneered.

Li Zhou glanced at him and said, "It's really something that doesn't know whether it's alive or dead, Elder Xie has said that the Holy Lord of the Ancient Monk is a mysterious existence that can't be provoked, do you think I'll go over? ”

Lin Feng was a little speechless, everyone was still united just now, and sneered again for the sake of the unwarranted treasure, shook his head and said: "Hugh is going to find some more treasures, it's time to evacuate, I can feel that the aura of death emitted by the Holy Lord is getting stronger and stronger, and the seal is about to be broken." ”

"Are you very sensitive to the aura of death, how come Elder Ben didn't feel any obvious changes?" Xie Lingtian frowned, he felt that he was becoming more and more unable to see through Lin Feng.

"Yes, please trust me, elders. Lin Feng said.

Of course, everyone believed him, and they had to evacuate. As soon as he walked out of more than ten zhang, a figure flashed out of the team, it was a monk surnamed Mu.

"Hehe, I saw that the Holy Lord has a storage bag on his body, and there are definitely many precious treasures in it. You were frightened by the Holy Lord to retreat, and you just happened to cheap me. The monk surnamed Mu said proudly.

"It's really ridiculous, aren't you cowardly and sparing your life? Why are you going to take a risk to get a treasure now that everyone is retreating?" Lin Feng smiled lightly, he didn't have a good impression of this kind of person.

"Boy, you don't understand. Man dies for money, and birds die for food. No matter how big the danger is, for the sake of the treasure, you still have to desperately seize it. Once you succeed, you're earned. The monk surnamed Mu said in high spirits: "When I take out the treasures in the Holy Lord's storage bag and my strength will increase greatly, neither Xie Lingtian nor Master Zhenyi will be my opponents." Lin Feng boy, if you don't dare to come to get the treasure, you will regret it!"

"Amitabha, it's a pity that all beings refuse to turn back......," Master Shinichi recited the Buddha's name, and then began to recite the scriptures compassionately.

Lin Feng could hear that this seemed to be a scripture of the past life of the undead, and he couldn't help but feel sad for the monk surnamed Mu.

Under the gaze of everyone, the monk surnamed Mu excitedly took off the storage bag on the Holy Lord's waist, probed his spiritual power into it, and immediately said with a crazy smile: "The Holy Lord really has treasures, three spiritual weapons, blood crystals are piled up, as well as various refining materials and ancient secrets. ”

The monk surnamed Mu was excited, turned over and took out a piece of feathers from the storage bag, and threw it into the void in front of him, and hundreds of feathers were circling and flying, shining with black light, and the cold evil aura was permeated.

This piece of Ling Yu is a spiritual weapon, and the monk surnamed Mu proudly used his left hand to change the magic technique to control Ling Yu's attack, turning into a curtain of light and sputtering.

Xie Lingtian immediately took action to defeat the Ling Yu Light Curtain, a trace of blood overflowed in his hand, and said, "Sure enough, it's a spiritual weapon, but I'm afraid that you won't have this blessing!"

"Don't say that grapes are sour if you can't eat grapes, and let me show these three spiritual weapons one after another. The monk surnamed Mu was about to take out the next spiritual weapon, when he suddenly felt a cold chill sweeping through his body, and even his mind was shocked and a little trance.

He turned his head to look, but saw that the red-robed and white-haired Holy Lord had already opened his eyes, but those eyes were so hollow, but they were full of endless coercion.