On the third day of the first month, the heavenly punishment is valued.

It is advisable to move the coffin into the funeral, and avoid breaking the ground for sacrifice.

Winding around the tree lake under the mountain; There is a hole in the sky between the water waves.

Falling to the bottom of the lake, there was no sediment, but a whirlpool like a sea eye swirled, absorbing Xiang Ji's body and shuttling, and after a gloom, he threw it out and fell into a damp cave.

"Eighteen bends in the mountain road, and the waterway goes around, where did this fall for me?"

The bones were broken, Xiang Ji was in severe pain, glanced at his abdomen that was pierced through the big blood hole at the mouth of the bowl, couldn't help but gasp slightly, and took out the rune paper left by Old Doctor Huang from the black wooden box, and there was no chance to find a water source, he simply rubbed it with blood, and slammed the body of the Xunmei knife to the ground, and after igniting it, he stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes and recuperated for a moment, until he felt better and regained his mobility, then he raised his eyes to look around, the cave was dark and rugged, and the rocks were craggy, looking out along the entrance of the cave, sometimes you could see some broken utensils, there were closed ancient wells, dusty stone scoops, broken clay pots, pottery bowls, and even some fine porcelain fragments, condensed into a charcoal fire, all showed that someone had been here.

"I fell into the lake and came here, and it is directly below the cliff, most of which is where the underground palace is, but I didn't expect it to come in this way, but fortunately, the autumn tiger gave me the key earlier, but it really responded to the phrase blessing and misfortune."

Xiang Ji let out a sigh of relief, how much ability he had, how much work he had, the more he was in the place where the tiger was in the dragon plate, the more careful he had to be, he knew this truth, but he didn't expect such a change to occur this time, and everyone underestimated the strength of the Panshan Tiger after it was taken away, which led to such a disaster.

This is also very helpless, because there are not many people in the world who have come into contact with the true power of the star sequence, and the drunken monks are all characters from hundreds of years ago, and the obsession left behind God knows which level it is, and the possession of a one-level martial artist can actually beat and torture a group of four-level and three-level combat power, which is really a tragedy caused by poor information.

Xiang Ji learned a lesson and decided to complete the introductory ceremony of the Kui Timber Wolf sequence as soon as possible, and ascend to the ten-step martial arts, which can be regarded as having the power to protect the body, otherwise it is impossible to compete with those characters of the big families.

He took a deep breath and got up from the ground, the wounds all over his body still stinging, but it didn't affect his movements, and the Plum Hunting Knife was also put back into the black wooden box, and the key and blood sacrifice cheats were exchanged, it was time for them to come in handy.

Along the cave all the way out, the ruins of Fang Cai came into view, and there was a dark river bubbling and flowing, which could be two or three zhang wide, and the water flow was dark, and I felt a cold feeling when I was far away, and I communicated with the lake.

As he went deeper, Xiang Ji found that some strange herbs gradually appeared by the river, some were like blue jade, meandering like snakes, rooted in the river and growing in the cracks of stones, and some were as blood-red as coral, with many branches and branches, but there were green fruits, all of which took root according to the water.

"Although I don't know any of them, I have learned herbal medicine from my master for a few days, and I can see that these are all good things, it should be 'Yin', and it needs to be supplemented with yang medicine.

Xiang Ji gained nothing after a serious observation, so he adhered to the principle of plucking the feathers of geese and leaving traces of the wind and began to do it.

The big and small ones were all let go, and they were stuffed into the black wooden box one by one, and he took out the two sharp knives and pinned them to his waist, so as not to have enough space.

After this section of the river, the herbs gradually thinned, and turned into scattered stones, and there was nothing strange to see, so Xiang Ji didn't pick it up, but just hurried away.

After about a stick of incense, he gradually saw the source of the river, which was a stone gate that could be two people high, inlaid on the rock wall, the stone gate was mottled and simple, flowing with the vicissitudes of time, and the river was flowing out from under the door.

"This notch, is the keyhole?"

Xiang Ji stepped forward and groped for a while, and found that there was an arrow-shaped gap in the middle of the portal, and when he landed, he remembered the key to the underground palace given to him by Qiu Laohu, and he came here in advance by mistake.

He didn't procrastinate, but just inserted the key inside, and saw the whole stone door tremble and make a buzzing sound.

Boom! Boom! One after another, like the beating of a war drum, and with a creak, the quaint stone door made a piercing sound as if it were rusty, and slowly opened a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

"Next, it's time for the Blood Sacrifice Secret Book to come in handy, but what can they say about the three days of enlightenment in the dungeon?"

Inside the gate, there is a long corridor, but this corridor is a little outrageously big, on the stone wall, a bronze lamp that can be more than a foot high is lit, bright yellow flames bloom, and the whole corridor is suddenly as bright as day.

Walking in the corridor alone, as tiny as an ant,

The bronze lamp on the stone wall looks like bronze, but in fact it is bronze essence, often a hundred catties of bronze, to be able to temper a piece of bronze essence the size of a palm, and it also needs a character like a master soldier to be able to do it, bronze essence, can be used to cast a hundred refining weapons, which can be called precious.

And looking at this corridor, there are eighteen such bronze lamps, which can be called rich, and it is no wonder that some people think that the underground palace has something to do with the tomb of King Zhao Wuling.

What's even more peculiar is that these bronze lamps are engraved with different pictures, Xiang Ji looked at the past in turn, and the record was actually from horse taming to horse riding, and even the method of cultivating cavalry and archery soldiers, looking at its costumes seemed to be somewhat similar to the Hu people, at first it was just an ordinary training method, but the more it went to the back, the more complicated it became, involving the secret medicine prepared with animal blood and strange herbs, which seemed to be used to strengthen the cavalry, and it was in its own vein.

"This is the fate in the underground palace? The art of riding and archery, including riding and archery, is indeed a inheritance worth understanding, but I am currently being knocked off the cliff, and there is a death battle without knowing the result, if the tiger boss is forced to ask where the dungeon is, it will also be a trouble.

Although the stone gate is thick, it may not be able to block it, and the portal blocked by the blood sacrifice method is the shelter, so you don't have to care about what three days are not three days, let's take a look inside first. ”

Xiang Ji estimated that the mountain was definitely the most dangerous in the past few days, and even whether those people on the mountain could stop it together, these bronze paintings could be seen at any time, and their lives could not be left at any time.

He walked all the way, sometimes dark and sometimes bright, and crossed the land of Lixu, and finally crossed the corridor and came to an equally tall underground hall covering an area of about thirty feet, and was blocked by the same stone door.

It was still an arrow-sized hole, but this time it was a dark red hole, a portal that needed the Blood Sacrifice Method to open.

The previous two promises that he would feel in the dungeon for three days must have taken into account the door in the depths, and it would probably take more than three days to open it, otherwise they would not be so relieved.

It's just that the current situation is special, and no one expected it.

"The soldier has a spirit, the ancestral hall is you, the master of the soldiers, the eighty-one brothers of the former Chiyou, and the beast body and human language, the copper head and iron forehead, eating sand and stones, building the soldiers to fight the sword and halberd crossbow, the soldier 'tiger spirit' is powerful in the world, the Yellow Emperor is benevolent and righteous, can not prohibit the Chiyou, so he is not invincible, but looks up to the sky and sighs;

Turning over the secret book of the blood sacrifice, the opening sentence made Xiang Ji sigh lightly, the soldier master worshiped in the world turned out to be Chi You, and the method of weapon sacrifice training is believed to originate from his inheritance and evolution, and he is the ancestor of the sacrifice soldiers, and it has created a peerless god soldier like Tiger Lu.

"The blood sacrificer, with the body of the soldier body, is like a kind of breeding, day and night with blood irrigation psychic, the internal strength wanders and forges and blends, imprints the breath of their own body, supplemented by magnets, over time, they can naturally become a part of each other, and they are connected with each other..."

Constantly flipping through it, Xiang Ji probably also understood the way of this blood sacrifice method, that is, to irrigate with blood every day, warm the internal strength, and after being able to close his eyes and sense its existence, he can start to look for magnetic stones, grind them into powder, and some of them are smeared with blood and smelted into the weapon, and the other part is swallowed into the abdomen to form a stable connection.

And this arrow-like key in his hand is a tool that has been sacrificed for a long time, and it only needs to be practiced for more than five days with the method of blood sacrifice to awaken the remaining spirituality in it, open this portal, and see the true face of this ownerless underground palace.

In the past, only two patriarchs had entered and had a look at it with unknown methods, but they did not claim that this underground palace was theirs, and it was still recognized as an "ownerless thing", but the key and path were in their hands, and it was not easy for outsiders to enter.

"Five days... No wonder the two sects were so relieved that they let me come down and meditate for three days. ”

Xiang Ji looked strange, this was still broken by the action of the Panshan Tiger, it was all messed up, and no one cared about how long he stayed underground, and no one even knew that he fell off the cliff and entered the underground palace...

In a sense, it can also be regarded as the 'chance' of the hexagram prediction, and the blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, nothing more than this.

He simply sat down, the wound was not bandaged, he carried the arrow into the flesh and blood, and lay down in front of the door with his head up.

In this dark underground palace, the passage of time is gradually blurred, and Xiang Ji himself can only roughly judge, he is really hungry, so he takes out the fifty-year-old ginseng given by Elder Jiang Qin who chased the mountain before, which can not only nourish and recuperate injuries, but also strengthen cultivation.

The medicinal power entered the stomach, and under the impetus of internal strength, the five internal organs and six internal organs, the limbs and hundreds of remains, the flesh and blood of the body were gradually filled, the muscles and veins were bulging, and there were signs of impacting the third day pass.

Five days passed, the wound had healed, and the key began to change color under the nourishment of blood, highlighting a dark red color, and after being inserted into the crack of the stone door, there was a repercussion, and the stone door was also loosened all of a sudden, cracking a gap where one person passed.

"Let me see, what is left in the underground palace, and the ancestors of the two factions really emptied it at the beginning?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little tired from this toss, and stepped into the hall with his steps, and as he entered, the stone door slowly closed, and there was no movement.

It's just that the scene in this hall is quite different, there are not many things, the central place is a sarcophagus, it looks less than half a person long, an arm wide, the sarcophagus is actually opened a corner, and the coffin body is also carved with a picture of ten thousand horses galloping.

"It's... Sharp? ”

The moment he saw this sarcophagus, Xiang Ji felt extremely palpitating, and a power like the edge of the knife emerged, extremely intense, and seemed to fill the entire coffin.

Transporting his spiritual power, he carefully looked at the part of the coffin that was opened, and gradually saw a corner of the artifact, which was not a person, but a bow!

A gorgeous bow with a bronze base and vermilion gold patterns!

Burst! At the moment when he saw it clearly, Xiang Ji's eyes ached, tears mixed with blood continued to flow from the corners of his eyes, if it weren't for the spiritual power attached to the guard, Fang Cai's eyeballs might have exploded, the coffin was too dangerous, and there was an unknown power hidden.

It took half a stick of incense before his eyes improved, the blood gradually dried, and he looked in other directions.

In addition to the coffin with the big bow, around the sarcophagus are nine stone sculptures, but this stone statue is carved with a bow and arrow of different shapes.

Although it was only a stone statue, and there were no arrows on it, Xiang Ji also felt palpitations, but it was far less intense than the sarcophagus.

"This underground palace, what is it, there is a bow buried in the coffin, and there are nine stone bows outside the coffin, not like a human tomb...

According to historical records, King Wuling of Zhao promoted Hufu cavalry archery, coupled with the bronze lampposts that recorded the method of riding and archery on the road before, could this underground palace be the place where he buried his bow and arrows? ”

Xiang Ji thought about it, and gradually came to an inference, the bow and arrow key, and there were bows and arrows buried in the depths of the underground palace, and it was estimated that even the Mountain Sect and the Autumn Dao Gate would not have thought that they could successfully enter.

After all, it was agreed at the beginning for three days, and even if he used the method of blood sacrifice to enter this area, it took him five days to set foot and see the true core of this underground palace.

"Huh? On these nine stone bow sculptures, there are still some things engraved on them? ”

Suddenly, he found that the stone carving in front of him was like a bronze pillar with many things carved on it, but it was not the previous picture, but dense text.

But when he looked closely, Xiang Ji was dumbfounded, "I don't know this word!" ”

There are a lot of fonts engraved on the first stone carving, but I don't know any of them, the Zhao script of the Warring States Period, where is the world that can recognize it today?

But Baoshan is right in front of him, how can he be willing to miss it and return empty-handed?

Try to sympathize with mental power? Xiang Ji's brain turned, one hand pressed on the stone carving, and the spiritual power in the ancestral hole in the center of his eyebrows turned into waves surging out, enveloping the two feet.

Gradually, these spiritual powers touched those small words, and suddenly felt a completely different picture.

These small characters swam up like tadpoles, blending into different pictures, in which a man's eyebrows lit up, and the Yuan Shen actually sat on top of the heavenly spirit out of his body, and his spiritual power converged, condensing a large white bow in the palm of his left hand.

Then, his right hand was raised, and the light of the sun and moon between heaven and earth was restless, and it was pulled by the primordial spirit, blended with the spiritual power, and carried on the white bowstring, and a feeling of belonging to the spiritual martial arts spread.

The glow gradually thickened, the spiritual power boiled, and a Yuanshen arrow on the big bow took shape in an instant, shining brightly, and burst out.

Scold!

Xiang Ji's eyebrows ached, his head fell back suddenly, and he almost fell to the ground, the arrow actually shot directly into his mind, and differentiated into the tadpole text he had seen before, constantly repeating the method of using the spiritual power of the bow and arrow.

"There is such a spiritual archery technique! The spirit is the bow, the will is the arrow, and the power of heaven and earth is condensed!

Its name is·· The method of martial spirit riding and shooting? ”

After a while, he gradually sobered up, and suddenly reacted, this was the method of riding and archery promoted by King Zhao Wuling back then!

In the past, after Zhao Yong became in power, because Zhao was unfavorable in the war of the Central Plains princes for hegemony, and the borders of Zhao were often threatened by neighboring vassal states and invaded by nomads, he worked hard, advocated Hufu cavalry archery, and trained cavalry in the northern part of Zhao and the border area with nomads, which changed the way of fighting in the Warring States Period, so he was considered by some people to be the ancestor of cavalry.

And at the moment of inheritance, a spike suddenly protruded on the stone carving that Xiang Ji was holding, extremely sharp, I don't know what material it was forged, and it pierced his three-inch membrane coat on the spot, tearing his fingertips and taking out a drop of blood.

Not good! Xiang Jideng's color changed, and he instantly thought of the characteristics of the princely family's 'bloodline inheritance'! I saw that drop of blood falling, but it did not merge with this stone bow, and it immediately seemed to touch something, and the entire temple was filled with a sense of slaughter.

Phew!

In an instant, the cold light flew, and a beam of sharp light condensed from the stone bow and shot straight at Xiang Ji.

Those who are not descendants of the Zhao Kingdom and break into the palace to seize the art should be pierced by ten thousand arrows!

Xiang Ji swung his fist upward, and the spiritual power that enveloped his body continued to condense, compressing into a layer of dark water waves attached to his arms, and striking up and down with a hammer to resist the edge, constantly rubbing and bombarding.

Crash! The sound of waves in the void, the fist momentum is like a hundred rivers entering the sea, mighty and rushing, and when the left and right fists go up and down, the continuous strength like a surging river suddenly rotates, like a whirlpool swallowing the edge, disturbing it and stagnating.

Boom! The edge was blocked, Xiang Ji stepped forward, turned his fist into a palm and pushed it out, and shot backwards into the stone wall, submerging three inches deep!

Whoop!

However, this was only the beginning, and when the blow was blocked, the stringless stone bow suddenly rioted, and shot eighteen arrows in a row, and the arrows condensed from the void, turning into sharp edges, and they were extremely fierce.

You must know that Xiang Ji has only comprehended an inch of sword edge now, and this is often the eighteen-fold sharp body, and even the three-level martial artists will be shocked.

"There is a blood test mechanism in this underground palace, it is likely to be the inheritance of archery left to the descendants of Zhao State, I am not a descendant, most of them have touched the defensive mechanism here, and they want to kill the intruder!"

He sighed in his heart, he really didn't expect that the princely family's control of inheritance was so strict, the word monopoly is really not a lie, no wonder the ancestors of the two factions just took away weapons and unimportant martial arts, these things can't be moved at all.

Scold!

The plum knife and the wind listening knife were unsheathed at the same time, the white and blue two colors of qi ran through the Changhong, and the waves instantly drew a mysterious trajectory in the void, the edges were intertwined, and the black knife was like the deepest trench in the North Sea, which was the kun fish leaping and groaning.

Immediately afterwards, all the spiritual power in Xiang Ji's eyebrows was released, and a bright moon came out of the deep sea and shone for nine days.

The moon rises in the sea, and the kun swallows nine days!

In an instant, the two knives slashed dozens or hundreds of times, and the sound and whistle became one breath, turning into a sky-shattering Kunpeng roar and rippling open, colliding with the eighteen sharp edges.

Clang!

A dull sound sounded, and most of the edges were blocked, but there were still several flying over, tearing open Xiang Ji's three-inch membrane coat, leaving blood marks, but the crisis was not resolved, and the stone bow was still shooting, even more violent!

Boom!

This time, a full hundred and eight sharp arrows burst out, like hundreds of thousands of divine feather arrows, each of which set off a vacuum ripple, this terrible might, Xiang Ji was also frightened, in the face of this blow, if there was no life-saving thing, most of his self-lining would end up dismal.

"The sky is spinning!" He snapped, bent down to form a bridge, and swirled with his twin knives at his feet, and the thunder continued to be urged, and the sword wind connected together like a thunderball to cover him inside.

Whoop! The edge was imminent, and only a moment of light was torn open on the knife cover and countless fine holes were born, and there was a sharp edge like flowing water, pouring out like moonlight.

Even the second form of the Purple Thunder Knife Technique couldn't stop it, it was torn apart in an instant, and then exploded, becoming thousands of flashes of light, shooting in all directions.

"Fight the stars!"

A series of retreats to the vicinity of the stone gate, stomping on the ground with both feet, Xiang Ji used the last resort, his body swelled to nine feet in size, and suddenly met the one hundred and eight sharp edges, and turned it with his flesh; In this way, the longer the heavenly machine comes into contact with the internal strength and strength of the alien species, the stronger the resistance will become, and the higher the phase will be, so that the physical body can gradually adapt, and reach the point where it can be fused and accepted, and then transformed and transferred, and he plans to use time to grind.

Burst!

In an instant, blood splashed, and his whole body was as dilapidated as a sieve, and there were directly one hundred and eight holes, constantly bleeding outward, scattering bone stubble, extremely miserable.

One hundred and eight swords!

One hundred and eight sharp edges raged in Xiang Ji's body, making him miserable, the leather armor and membrane clothes were torn inch by inch, and he couldn't resist it at all, even if the mental power suppressed the internal organs, it was meaningless, and it was difficult to resist the terrible edge.

This feeling was like Ling Chi, so he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, kept roaring, forcibly controlled his arm to insert the key into the stone door, and then rushed out along the gap, and the subsequent sharp shot was blocked by the stone door of unknown material, and there was no sound.

Temporarily out of danger, Xiang Ji fell directly to the ground, unable to say a word, painful, he watched his flesh and blood cut and fall like petals, and the bones cracked and shifted like papier-mâché.

Unloading and turning force, the two forces broke out in the body at the same time, and Xiang Ji was forced to spurt out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.

However, with this consumption hedge, the one hundred and eight edges have also weakened a lot, and with the passage of time, the damage will become smaller and smaller, and the body's adaptation will become stronger and stronger, and there is a possibility of being suppressed.

"The spirit is out of the body, if one person can't suppress it, then two of them!"

Then, he let out a loud roar, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and a luminous humanoid stepped out, which was the primordial god who had turned into a light martial god soldier!

"Om Su Po, you Su Po Tiller Le Tiller Le Tiller T Tiller T t h

The next moment, the movement of the Yuan Shen and the body was synchronized, Xiang Ji recited the mantra of the third Ming King to suppress all internal strife, all edges, all external objects, and at the same time could not move the seal of the Ming King, and stood up the Ming King pile, and the body and the Yuan Shen each had a hand stretched out to connect, like the two poles of yin and yang, one left and one right.

King Ming! King Ming! Descend to the third king!

The sound of the flesh and the spiritual fluctuations resonate, the two hands are facing each other at the same time, the right hand is facing up, the left hand is facing down, the back of the hand is facing each other, the two little fingers are hooked back to each other, and the two index fingers are also erected with their backs.

As a result, his spiritual power was constantly broken and reorganized, growing in tenacity and polishing, absorbing the power nutrients transformed by the Douzhuan Xingxing, and finally pushed the Kunyu's eighty percent form to perfection after half a day, and completely condensed out!

There is a fish in the North Sea, and its name is Kun!

Suddenly, a huge Kunyu phantom appeared, with golden eyes, black markings, and two pairs of golden wings that covered the sky and the sun, and wanted to leap into the Nine Heavens Huapeng.

"Yes, this one hundred and eight sharp edges will only be a disaster in the body, but if you take advantage of the situation to condense the Dapeng Diagram with the help of the method of turning the stars and shifting, isn't it a God-given opportunity?

The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, and the two go hand in hand, which can just be condensed into the wings of the golden-winged Dapeng and cast my god map. ”

Xiang Ji is blessed to the soul, and when encountering disasters, it can also be turned into a source of blessing, luck is a furnace, and danger is safe!

With a bang, the kun jumped up in an instant, carrying the long North Sea to drown one hundred and eight sharp edges, like one hundred and eight swords in the air, the divine sword is like a forest, the sharp edge is cold, erected to the sky, and the light is bright and fierce.

Turn! The flesh is secretly lucky, and it is constantly fused to adapt to the power of the edge; Star shift! The Yuan Shen is reconciled, the edge is constantly transformed into a hedge, and it is integrated into the framework of the Dapeng diagram imagined, and the fused heavenly machine cooperates with the immovable mountain life grid to operate at full strength.

One in and one out, even the elimination belt gradually rearranged these sword lights, combined into the shape of a big peng, turned into the feathers on it, and the catalogue also emerged from the depths of Xiang Ji's Yuan Shen, becoming a carrier, suppressing the edge.

The harmless herbs and water bladders that he had picked earlier were also taken out, and he ate medicinal fruits when he was hungry and drank river water when he was thirsty, completely using this place as a place of cultivation.

One breath, ten breaths, one hundred breaths... One, two, three.

It took a full nine days for these edges to gradually fade away, turning into one hundred and eight golden wings.

Phew!

In the next moment, these wings combined into a divine bird, piercing golden cracked stones between its long crys, shaking the sky and piercing the ears.

"Dapeng rides the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!"

Xiang Ji whispered, it was a huge Jinpeng, unmatched, spreading his wings to split the heavens and the earth, smashing the void with his claws, and his wings were dazzling and shining, like a big sun rising, shining for nine days.

Dapeng Fuyao Diagram, one hundred and eight swords!

At the moment when this diagram was first formed, the strange power that raged in his body finally dissipated, and the torture and injury of many days made his physical body be forged and tempered like a hundred refined iron, completely devouring the medicinal power of the harmless herbs that had been involved in the previous fifty years.

Raging! Xiang Ji struck while the iron was hot, wanting to make another breakthrough, the posture of the Yuan Shen and the flesh changed, and in an instant, he turned into a forging body pile of the Ming King, and the fire burned under the flesh and blood, so that the medicinal power filled the entire flesh.

1 day, 2 days, 3 days... Fifteenth!

Half a month has passed, Xiang Ji's body has recovered from his injuries under the nourishment, and the blood flail has gradually fallen off, revealing new flesh and blood.

On this day, his back straightened suddenly, his eyes were sharp, he burst into semen, and the sound of drums was born between the beating of his heart.

Bang! Suddenly, a stream of energy burst out from the bowstring erected by the tendons, raging all over the body, leaving shallow traces on the stone wall.

Two levels into three levels, the energy is released!

The muscles are stormy, and the bow is like a thunderbolt!

Tendon bow and vein string, three-level martial artist.