A young man in a yellow shirt stood in front of a low grave, staring at the small opening on the grave in a daze, and kicked the grave in anger, scattering the low grave stones in all directions.

"Damn, Lao Tzu worked hard all the way to kill skeletons and destroy yin souls, and it turned out to be a dilapidated yin tomb!"

The young man scolded me, and with another kick, he kicked the whole mound apart, revealing the empty coffin board inside.

Looking at the devastated coffin board with hatred, and the gray and white bones that were already somewhat powdered, the young man was about to turn away, and with a step on his left foot, the ground was soft, and the whole person fell into a dark cave.

The moment the young man fell, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a luminous stone was fixed on the cliff wall, illuminating the cave.

The young man looked carefully, and there were dense sarcophagi side by side in the cave, about forty or fifty. He cautiously approached a sarcophagus on the left, and looked down to see a blood-red skeleton lying flat inside, with a white ring under the armpit of the skeleton's left hand, shining in the light of the luminous stone.

"Storage ring! Hahaha, this is the undiscovered mound of ancient monks. It's really a blessing for me, and I have this blessed opportunity!" the young man laughed loudly, his hands trembling with excitement.

Carefully took off the storage ring, wiped the dark red blood stains on the outside with his hands, and then roughly released the inner space of the Divine Soul Induction, and there were indeed dense spiritual objects piled up inside.

The young man did not clean it carefully, but carefully held the storage ring in his hand, and ran to another sarcophagus, and there was indeed another ring inside, which was still placed under the armpit of the skeleton. This time, he didn't pick it up, but trotted to each sarcophagus to inspect it, and there were fifty-three sarcophagi in all, all of them! But there were also three sarcophagi that were empty inside, and there were no bones or rings in them.

At this time, his heart was beating violently, his face was crimson, and he was a little excited and speechless, he only felt that he Mu Yang was the darling of God, and he deserved this great opportunity!

"yes? There is a golden sarcophagus on it, could it be that there is more powerful power placed there? Maybe the treasures inside are more precious. ”

The young man leaped up the small stone staircase, and looked up, there was a golden skeleton lying in the sarcophagus, the skeleton was shining golden under the faint light of the luminous stone, the whole skeleton was more than eight feet long, the shoulder bones were as wide as two feet, the leg bones were lying horizontally, the hands were flat and drooping, the right hand held a five-foot long sword, and the left hand was a dark meteor hammer.

The young man's eyes stared hotly at the bottom of the sarcophagus, the dozens of rings that were pressed by the skeleton, and the long sword in the skeleton's hand, which was not a mortal thing just by the faint fluctuation of the spiritual rhyme. He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the long sword, and the smooth and cold blade trembled slightly.

"Hahaha, I, Mu Yang, am really lucky to the sky, I have this opportunity to hide secretly, what a real person, a venerable, Lao Tzu wants to become a supreme powerhouse of martial arts, the only supreme of the Fengyun Continent!hahaha..."

It's just that what the young man didn't notice was that when the golden skeleton touched the sword body, the ring finger of his right hand jumped slightly.

At the same time, by a puddle with a faint reddish cold, sat a young man who was soaked all over, looking down at a half-moon short blade in his hand, his eyes were eager, completely ignoring the cold of his body, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Stygian Moon Blade! How many generations of disciples have broken into the Netherworld Secret Realm, but they have never set foot in Gutan. I didn't expect that I, Lin Yundong, would be able to obtain the Dark Moon Blade for the first time when I entered the pool! My father once said that the pavilion master once divined a hexagram for Lin, saying that Lin Mou's fate was in Lingji Mountain, and the danger was also in Lingji Mountain. The danger may be the Xuanxu Golden Dragon of Huayuan City, but it was extremely dangerous that day. However, after going back, you must be careful, now that the opportunity has been obtained, it is the right way to return to the pavilion to cultivate as soon as possible. ”

The young man waved the one-foot short blade in his hand left and right, and he couldn't put it down. I saw a red monster in the distance that looked like a fish and not a fish crawling out of the pool, spitting out a half-foot bloody tongue from its mouth, with two and a half-foot long legs under its body, barbed on its back, shaking its head and spitting letters, and crawling over with a swing.

"Good, just in time. Let's let Lin try if the Stygian Moon Blade is as powerful as rumored. Lin Yundong shouted wildly in his mouth, and his footsteps jumped slightly, jumping down like a roc spreading its wings.

As soon as the monster saw the strange thing pounce, a column of blood-red water erupted from its mouth.

Although he didn't know what this water column was, how dare Lin Yundong let it go. The bear bent at the waist, and the man was wrapped in a ball like a ball, and suddenly fell, avoiding the column of water.

At the moment when the body was about to touch the ground, it suddenly stretched out and rushed forward like a fish swimming in the water.

Seeing that the blow did not work, the monster had a long tongue in its mouth like a red line shooting directly at the flying figure, and the "whirring" sound was loud.

The short blade in the young man's hand rotated around his right wrist, and the person also swirled with the rubbing of the ground, and the short blade gently touched the middle of the long tongue that came from the spit, and the short blade passed directly through the long tongue. The bright red tongue didn't even make a sound, as if it didn't exist, the first half flew straight out, and the second half was like a full slingshot, quickly falling back into the monster's mouth.

The monster's long tongue was broken, and it was hit by the broken tongue, and it rolled directly on the rock several times, screaming "woo" in its mouth.

It's just that at this time, the young figure was less than a meter in front of the monster, and suddenly the blade of his hand was lightly waved, and a slender gray silk thread reached the monster's body at an incredible speed, from the head in, the tail out, and the monster still kept screaming twice, and suddenly split into two, and was stripped away horizontally, and the dead could not die again.

"Hahaha, very good, very good! Happy! Worthy of the title of the divine soldier, it really deserves its name, Lin is only a preliminary master to be able to have such a skill, if it is still refined, I don't know how many wonderful and unpredictable abilities there will be. The young man looked at the monster's death, and then couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, and laughed out loud.

"Plop" When Lin Yundong laughed, the monster corpse on the cobblestone slipped into the pool, stirring up a cold blood-colored splash.

The young man laughed for a few breaths, rubbed his hand again, and was looking down proudly, but there was a strange sound of "cooing" in the distance, and he looked up, in the middle of the pond of hundreds of feet, on top of those smooth cobblestones, crawling with dense monsters.

On a gloomy cliff, there are three or five blood-red spirit fruits, which are smooth and tender under the light of the blood sun.

Above a cliff face opposite, two figures were spurring up the battle. One is a young man in a blue cloth shirt, who is Xu Yingjie, the senior brother who led the team from Nan who left the hospital. The other was a young man dressed in maroon semi-nude clothes and wearing a small hat with sharp horns, but he was a disciple of the Dharma Monastery of the Dajin Kingdom.

"Okay, you are an adobe of the South Leaving Courtyard, and you dare to compete with the Dharma Temple for the spiritual fruit, aren't you afraid that this monk will go out and destroy your South Leaving Courtyard?" the brown-clothed young man of the Dharma Temple shouted fiercely.

"Hmph, according to the spiritual beings of the secret realm, if you have the ability to wait for the Dharma Temple, you can actually break into my vast Yuan Kingdom and try to see if you can go back!" Xu Yingjie competed in his mouth, but his movements in his hands were not slow.

This is, the man in brown suddenly flew out of his hand with a wooden fish drum, and suddenly made a "bang" sound.

Xu Yingjie suddenly felt a violent shock in his internal organs, but since the battle, the other party has used many moves, and he has already blocked the six senses, and it has not had much impact. But this time, he suddenly rolled his eyes, deliberately shook his head in his hand, deflected the long sword, and the opponent was hit with an iron pestle, and the whole person was suddenly smashed and slid to the ground.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but after slipping, I just fell into a slit, and the figure didn't enter it and couldn't be seen.

Seeing that he had finally taken the lead, the man in brown didn't care about flying away, and with a dive, he rushed directly into the tiny crack that was only the width of a person.

As soon as he slipped half of his body, a cyan sword shadow suddenly appeared above his head.

The man's heart jumped, and he suddenly felt deceived, only hating that he didn't notice where the figure fell into, but a blue cloth shirt, which actually made the golden cicada out of his shell, these sect disciples were really insidious and cunning.

Although the man was a little flustered, fortunately he did not lose his proportion, his footsteps suddenly kicked the rocks on both sides, and the figure rushed upward, and the iron pestle in his hand went up, intending to forcibly climb the stone cliff.

It's just that at the same time as the long sword and the iron pestle were handed over, there was a loud "clang" sound, and a gray shadow suddenly flew out from the sleeve of the young man opposite, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to capture the gray light path.

The man in brown suddenly felt a pain in his throat, and saw the young man opposite him smiling fiercely, and then his mind went blank and fell suddenly.

Xu Yingjie exhaled lightly, grabbed his claws, and threw the brown-clothed man stuck in the cliff crack to the cliff with the iron pestle in his hand, and smiled: "Cultivation is a struggle with the sky, so what's the harm in fighting against your Dharma Temple for the sake of resources." ”