Not long after entering the Demon Venerable Mausoleum, Lin Feng and his teammates came to the bottom of the dry well, which was the second level, and the ancestors of the Beitang family and the Dongfang family had already explored the situation in this periphery clearly, so the patriarch of the Beitang was very sure to take a step forward and prepare to deal with it.

But seeing him turn over his hand, he took out a pair of light green winged spirit weapons from the storage bag and tied them to his body.

"No, do you want to fly over alone, we still have so many monks here!" Lin Feng thought with some surprise in his heart, he had seen such a winged spirit weapon in the ancient battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm, and Fusu had obtained one at that time, but Lin Feng disdained to snatch it.

"According to the handwriting left by the ancestors, I have temporarily cracked the key points of the forty-nine traps, which can only last for a few breaths, and the ancestors did not clearly say that the length of a few breaths is to fall to the ground, so you have to follow behind as much as possible. The patriarch of the North Hall said solemnly, "If you follow too closely or too slowly, you will be seriously injured by the trap, and even lose your life because of it, so you can do it yourself!"

When all the monks present heard him say this, they were all solemn, and they lined up behind the patriarch of the North Hall, concentrating on calming down, and as soon as they took him to set off, the others took the opportunity to act.

Lin Feng felt some pity in his heart, and sighed: "There is a monk to sacrifice now, it is really helpless!"

He has experienced too many dangers, and he has seen many teammates die in adventures, and now he can't change anything, so he can only try to do his part!

"Everyone, watch out, I'll crack the trap. After the Beitang patriarch finished speaking, he suddenly flew up with the light green winged spirit weapon behind him.

He is fast and slow, so that he can dodge all kinds of traps just right, and every time he stays in the eagle for a moment, it is time to crack the traps.

This passage is long. There are probably almost 10,000 zhang, which is equivalent to the North Hall patriarch opening the way in front, and the rest of the people following behind.

Along the way, screams kept ringing out. He's right, even if he can crack the mechanism, it will only delay the time of a few breaths. Carelessness can lead to death on the spot.

There are some bronze spears and various flying knives and hidden weapons constantly splashing around, and there are some large nets containing unique prohibitions, and often when they suddenly appear, a few monks will become unlucky ghosts. Even though they had a good cultivation, they couldn't do anything about it, and they died quite aggrieved.

In the moment before they died, they roared in their hearts: "If you can die in a vicious battle with the guardian demon beasts here, then you will die on the way to pursue the martial arts." But dying under the trap of the agency like this is really not worth it, and it is indignant. ”

In this world, many things are helpless. The monks who were killed released their natal beast spirits one after another, hoping to struggle for a while, but to no avail.

The Demon Venerable Mausoleum is indeed the first dangerous place in the cultivation realm of the Yun Dun Star, and it is only at the second level on the periphery that the secret weapon issued can make many Transformation Realm cultivators deadly.

And the monks who have reached the late stage of the transformation realm finally have some strength to resist. They all grabbed their weapons in their hands, and saw that the situation was not good. He waved his weapon in time to resist the hidden weapon, and a brilliant sword light and sword shadow bloomed in the void.

Occasionally, some bronze ancient spears and large nets attacked Lin Feng, and he didn't have to use weapons at all, he just stretched out his left hand and fingered it, and it seemed to be easy to swing it out casually. It can send out a sharp clear blue sword, shattering the bronze ancient spear, and this strange net will also turn into nothingness.

Elder Xu and Elder Mo are also very good, they rely on the cultivation of the half-step supernatural power realm, and they can be said to be at ease.

As for the patriarch of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Feihu. When he jumped, there was a majestic pale gold sword lingering, and the weapons and hidden weapons around him couldn't get close to him at all.

And there was a monk from the Beitang family who thought carefully about tricks, and suddenly flashed over, approaching the Eastern Flying Tiger, intending to be protected by him, wouldn't it be safe?

"It's not that cheap, go away. Dongfang Feihu kicked it away angrily, and the sad monk was immediately assassinated by several bronze spears that suddenly flew out from below.

At this time, Elder Mo was very angry, and wanted to go over to him to reason about this matter, but because he was in a very dangerous situation now, he held back for the time being, and still complained, "Everyone is teammates, even if you don't plan to help him, you shouldn't push him down and suffer the catastrophe of death!"

"Okay, you Dongfang Flying Tiger, Elder Ben has finally seen you clearly, and in the future, if the children of your Dongfang family are encountered by us, they will not show mercy. Elder Xu said a cruel word.

Dongfang Feihu flickered forward elegantly, looked up to the sky and snorted, and said with a smile: "You are just an elder, and you dare to talk to me like this, I see how you can get out of the Demon Venerable Mausoleum alive." ”

He sneered meaningfully, and then ignored the people of the Beitang family behind him, and walked forward on his own.

The second hurdle was passed in this atmosphere of contention, and looking back at the road behind, eleven monks died, seven of the monks of the Beitang family were sacrificed, and the other five unlucky monks were of the Dongfang family.

The Patriarch of the North Hall had also noticed the situation behind him just now, and he couldn't be distracted to interfere with this matter at that time, otherwise a large number of traps and traps would not even be able to survive the half-step Divine Power Realm cultivators.

But he has no intention of arguing now, because as the patriarch, he has a lot of issues to consider, and the most important thing is that he has to consider the overall situation. Now that they are in the unpredictable Demon Venerable Mausoleum, they can't completely turn their faces with the people of the Dongfang family, after all, the power of the Dongfang Flying Tiger is obvious to everyone.

Moreover, the more than 20 monks under him also have strong combat effectiveness. The North Hall Sect Master pondered for a while, and informed his subordinates, including Lin Feng, with a soul transmission, and said, "Let's not argue with them, after passing the four levels later, even if we enter the unknown area of the Demon Venerable Mausoleum." Let me be cautious, let the people of the Dongfang family take the lead in everything, and in the end, we can see who can have the last laugh. ”

The teammates responded with the soul transmission, saying that they agreed with the patriarch's decision, which was quite wise.

After three more hours, a sea of red flowers appeared in front of me, which was a very unique sight, which looked gorgeous, but in fact there was a great danger hidden inside.

"According to the handwriting left by the ancestors of the family, it can be known that this is the third level on the periphery of the Demon Zun Mausoleum, called the Konjac Flower Sea, and there are very few points left on the handwriting. The Patriarch of the North Hall groaned, he looked at the unfathomable sea of konjac flowers in front of him, and he was very worried.

What he was worried about was not his own safety, but that if his subordinates lost too much, when they returned to the family in the future, the strength of the Beitang family would be much weaker.

Fortunately, when he thought about it, anyway, the patriarchs and masters of the Dongfang family are also here, and it is a big deal that the two weakened families will cooperate to deal with the Nangong family at that time.

Lin Feng didn't have as entangled psychology as him, as a master of the Zichen Star cultivation realm, coming here was equivalent to a trip, relying on his own ability, no matter what, his life would not be in danger. On the contrary, he was a little curious about what kind of ancient secrets were hidden in the depths of the Demon Venerable Mausoleum?

"Haha, it seems that the ancestors of your family have not explored much, and the ancestors of our Dongfang family have found a shortcut hundreds of years ago, only need to deal with a small amount of strange konjac, which creates an illusion, you just need to stick to your heart, abandon distracting thoughts, and follow me to stride forward. I said a long time ago that I would deal with this third level, and at the last time, of course, it was Cousin Bei, you made a move. Dongfang Feihu said confidently.

He was too hypocritical, and now he was very humble and polite.

The monks present did not forget how he treated the lives of other monks as if they were in the trap just now, and they all despised him in their hearts, even if they were monks from the Dongfang family, they thought so, but they didn't dare to say anything on the surface.

Then, more than forty people in the team followed Dongfang Feihu to a place five hundred zhang away, and he took the lead in opening the way with a dragon-patterned war knife, and the brilliant pale gold sword slashed horizontally and vertically, opening up a path in the sea of konjac flowers.

To be precise, in fact, this road has existed for a long time, but it was later blocked by a small number of strange konjacs that spread over.

At first, it was still peaceful, but gradually, the monks felt that the surrounding Qiē became faint, and they could clearly perceive that they were in an unreal environment, filled with the crimson konjac of the whole world, and they all tried their best to struggle out of this illusion and perform their own stunts.

They were able to achieve cultivation above the transformation realm in the Cloud Dunxing cultivation realm where their aura was thin, and everyone was considered to be extremely talented, so from the time they stepped into the cultivation realm to the present, they had cultivated a very firm will, and they still remembered the last few words of Dongfang Feihu's warning just now.

It may also be because he hates Dongfang Feihu's personality very much, but he has a deep memory of what he said.

When the monks came out of the illusion, their eyes were suddenly bright, and when they looked back, only three monks fell into the sea of flowers in the Demon Domain, and then disappeared, they could never come out.

"How can you already pass through the seemingly boundless sea of konjac flowers so quickly?" Lin Feng asked with a light smile.

"Lord Lin doesn't know, the handwriting of the ancestors of the Guò family seems that if you take the wrong path, then it will take a long time to get out, or even trapped inside, if you take the right path, such as the shortcut we just passed, you only need to stick to your heart, it is easy to come over. Dongfang Feihu said proudly.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that he had just memorized the road, and even if he went back alone, he would probably not lose his way.

Behind the sea of konjac flowers, there was a green jungle full of life, which looked peaceful and serene, but it made the monks feel a lot of pressure, and they all looked at the patriarch of the North Hall, because this last level had to be dealt with by him.

"This is the Forest of the Burial Moon, and we have the potential to sacrifice nearly half of the monks here. The patriarch of the North Hall said in a deep voice. (To be continued......)