Be careful, walk on thin ice!

The Heavenly Burial Mountain was too evil, and Wang Gan and the others did not dare to be careless at all, and slowly walked forward in the dim stone cave.

The white bones under his feet clicked, adding a bit of weirdness.

There is no light in sight, the concept of time is a bit blurred, and I don't know how long it has been.

Airplanes!

A huge roar resounded throughout the Heavenly Burial Mountain, and a chill suddenly rose in Wang Gan's heart, as if the peerless danger was just around the corner.

"Not good, be careful!"

"Hey, Yellow Spring Mist, it's Yellow Spring Mist!"

Little Jinpeng, the little ape king roared loudly.

In the dark stone cave, winding and deep, turquoise flames dotted in the void, at this moment, the yin wind howled, and a black and yellow mist emerged from the depths of the stone cave.

Gurgle!

Huangquan mist, they could see at a glance that this black and yellow mist was the Huangquan mist, but the Huangquan mist at this time was much more powerful than just now, it was extremely rich, and it was almost liquid.

"There is no other way but to survive!"

The group looked grim, each showing their magical powers, and they couldn't be careless at this time, otherwise if they were not careful, they would all turn into white bones under the mist of Huangquan.

Whew!

The black and yellow mist, incredibly fast, drowned Wang Qian's party in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qian felt a sudden chill on his body, as if cold spring water was sprinkled on his body.

At the same time, they heard endless screams again, incessantly and terrifyingly.

A scream spread around the dark stone cave, dull and miserable, needless to say, this yellow spring mist suddenly erupted, killing many monks who entered the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

Miserable, so miserable, I almost don't have to think about it to know that under the mist of Huangquan, the bones are full of bones, and the living beings have fallen.

But at this time, everyone is sweeping the snow in front of the door, where can they take care of the rest.

Only then did Wang Qian truly comprehend the power of this Huangquan mist, this mist, covering his body, was just cool at first, and it seemed to have no intention of harm, but soon, he found that the essence in his flesh and blood was constantly being corroded and melted.

He immediately understood in his heart what a vicious gas this Yellow Spring Mist was, this kind of gas, once covered on his body, would continue to corrode and devour his own essence and blood vitality, once the essence and blood vitality was consumed too much, a monk like him, the defensive power on his body would be greatly weakened, until it was corroded into a pile of white bones.

But Wang Gan's physical body was too powerful, he just felt that the essence and blood vitality in his body was devoured and corroded, and he immediately ran Xuan Gong, and endless cyan runes flashed out of every inch of flesh and blood, twisted and winding, mysterious and complex, it was the Nine Turns Divine Rune that he had cultivated.

Wang Gan's eyes were closed, carefully experiencing the changes in his body, every nine-turn rune was meticulously visible under his divine sense observation, that kind of mysterious pattern, exuding immortal qi, blocking all the essence and blood vitality in his body, the surrounding yellow spring mist was constantly surging, like a flood beast kept rushing up, trying to refine and corrode his essence and blood vitality, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

With a long breath, Wang Qian knew that this Huangquan mist could not help himself for the time being.

Through the heavy black and yellow mist, he saw that Bi Fang's body was burning with blue-blue flames, and a large area of Yellow Spring Mist could not pass through this layer of flame defense, and even where the flames and Yellow Spring Mist came into contact, they sneered, as if they were counteracting each other and canceling each other.

"Although the Yellow Spring Mist is powerful, it is obvious that the high-level flame is still its nemesis. ”

Wang Qian's heart suddenly understood a little, although this Huangquan mist was ferocious and domineering, devouring and corroding, but the flames on Bi Fang's body, since he survived the heavenly tribulation, became more and more mysterious, even Wang Qian didn't know, what kind of level its flames had reached, and now it seemed that it was absolutely powerful, and even the Huangquan mist had no effect on it.

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King, there is no big problem, both of them exude a rich golden light, one is the Jinpeng battle body, the other is the battle holy body, both are first-class divine bodies, strong and powerful, Huangquan mist wants to corrode their physical bodies, it is also very difficult. 、

"Haha, I really scared myself, this Yellow Spring Mist is so powerful, even a Divine Transformation Monk like the Durhino Venerable cannot be spared, but now, hum, what can I do! ”

The little ape king jumped up and down excitedly, quacking and laughing, and his red eyes continued to emit a fierce light, sweeping everywhere in the black and yellow mist.

"Hmph, how powerful is your Fighting Holy Body, it is the real battle body of the ancient era, and it can eventually reach the realm of immortality and immortality, how many other monks have it?"

Xiao Jinpeng snorted coldly and struck hard at the arrogance of the little ape king.

"Okay, although this Yellow Spring Mist can't help us for the time being, but in the long run, it will also consume a lot of vitality, so let's continue to go deep, this time we must see what kind of secret this Heavenly Burial Mountain is. ”

Wang Gan interrupted the bickering of the two, and took the lead in stepping out, continuing the deep stone cave.

"Hehe, little monkey, what kind of ability are you, it's a turtle shell, look at Uncle Bi Fang's magical powers, although this Yellow Spring Mist is powerful, but my Bi Fang Divine Fire can also burn it out!"

Bi Fangwei laughed, opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of flames, and the black and yellow mist in front of him dissipated in the sneer, revealing a hollow.

The little ape king's eyes widened, and he was aggrieved in his heart, but he really didn't have anything to do about Bi Fang, although he was a battle maniac, but it also depended on the object, just like Wang Gan, even if he was not an opponent, he could be regarded as a monk of the same generation at the same level, but Bi Fang was different.

"Hmph, you old immortal, you old demon of the immortal realm, I am arguing with you, am I stupid?"

The little ape king scolded in his heart, but he would never dare to say this, otherwise he would definitely be repaired by Bi Fang.

Wang Qian's group of people are absolute elites, and even the Huangquan mist can't help them, so they naturally go all the way.

The dim stone cave, the billowing yellow spring mist, is simply endless, and this stone cave is also extremely deep, too long to know when it will be to the end.

It's just that the most indispensable thing for a monk is patience.

After about a day's time, Wang Qian finally felt a different atmosphere, the black and yellow mist around him was even thicker, and he could already see the yellow spring water vapor constantly spilling in the void.

"Be careful, this Yellow Spring Mist is even more terrifying. ”

Wang Qian suddenly found that the Huangquan mist here was even more powerful, his nine-turn rune flickered with cyan light wildly, and the vitality energy in his body began to consume and accelerate.

This shows that in order to resist the erosion of the surrounding Yellow Spring Mist, it takes more strength.

Xiao Jinpeng and Little Ape King are not to mention, they are even worse than Wang Qian, the golden light that emerged on their bodies is a little dim, and they don't even want to say a word, all their attention is completely focused to resist the corrosion of the Huangquan mist.

From this point, it can be seen that the Jinpeng Battle Body and the Fighting Holy Body of the two of them are still a little different from Wang Qian's Nine-Turn Divine Body in Cheng Dù.

One step out, time and space change, the deep and narrow stone cave disappeared, showing in front of Wang Gan is a huge space, dim and gloomy, the yin wind is whistling around, sharp as a knife, Wang Gan casually took out a spiritual weapon long sword, threw it out, a gust of yin wind blew, the long sword broke inch by inch, and finally turned into powder, the power of this yin wind is staggering.

What's even more terrifying is that this yin wind is completely irregular, blowing wantonly in the void, and no one knows when this mysterious and ferocious yin wind will appear, which can be described as another killing game.

Looking at it from afar, the continuous yin wind world, the deeper it goes into the center, the more terrifying the yin wind becomes, Wang Qian's eyes shoot out blue light, and when he observes to the deepest part, he sees that it is completely chaotic, countless yin winds collude and twist each other, and finally form a wild storm, under a heavy storm, time and space are constantly trembling, tearing and reuniting.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and in the center of the Endless Storm, almost in the midst of a Jedi, a huge stone platform hung in the air, and a large storm strangled on this stone platform, but it did not bring any damage.

Call!

Suddenly, a dark cloud blanketed the center of the storm, and the stone platform flickered away, never to be seen again.

Looking up, at the foot of the distance, a black and yellow river, turbulent, rushing, a large area of yellow spring mist emerged from the river, and then through the edge of the space, heavy stone caves, and then disappeared.

This is the belly of the mountain!,

Wang Qian finally came to the conclusion that they didn't know how deep they had gone into the Heavenly Burial Mountain, and a vast space appeared here.

This project is so terrifying, just a tomb, but it has such a grandeur, built directly in the middle of the deep mountain.

"Yellow Spring, this is a real Yellow Spring!"

Bi Fang's frightened voice was very abrupt and harsh in the silent space.

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King are now a little pale.

"Yes, this river is the real Yellow Spring, no wonder there is such a terrible Yellow Spring mist in this Heavenly Burial Mountain, it turns out that there is a real Yellow Spring in the belly of the mountain!"

Wang Qian's heart immediately felt admiration for the person who built this qiē, this stroke is the real big stroke, and a Huangquan River has been moved here as a means of protection.

"Isn't it? Is it his grave?"

Xiao Jinpeng's face changed suddenly, and an incredible look appeared on his face.

"It seems that it is really him, no wonder, no wonder!"

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King sang and harmonized, as if they had discovered a peerless secret.

"What do you have in mind, do you know who this place is about?"

Wang Qian was also very curious in his heart, it seems that this person should be very famous.

"Huangquan Demon Immortal, Yan Futu!"

Xiao Jinpeng burst out these words almost word by word.

As soon as this name came out, Wang Qian was also shocked.

Huangquan Demon Immortal, Yan Futu! This person is very famous in the Tianyuan Continent, and the legend is that he was a person from ten thousand years ago, at that time, even the Qingyun Sect had not yet been established, and the Tianyuan Sect did not know which world it was in.

Yan Futu, this demon immortal, has dominated the Tianyuan Continent for an era, and he is an absolutely terrifying and powerful figure.