As the number of entrances to the tomb increased, there were no more powerful people who deliberately controlled the entrances.

At first, there were still demon cultivators who wanted to intercept and kill other people at each entrance, but later, as more and more entrances were exposed throughout the tomb, it was better to choose a good place to intercept and kill after entering the tomb directly.

Anyway, the burial place is limited, and everyone will always encounter it when they go in.

The entrance that Chang Ling and the others came to was one of the few who could still see the monks surrounding the entrance.

It's an entrance, and naturally an exit.

A group of bloodstained monks helped each other out, and those who fell behind seemed to be all blood, and almost at the moment of 'seeing the light of day', they fell to the ground.

Chang Ling and the others, who were standing on the side, hurriedly went up to help them up, and Chang Ling also directly stuffed the pill in the storage artifact into this person's mouth.

He didn't even have the strength to say thank you, so he could only look at Chang Ling directly.

"How long have you been in, and in which parts have you been wandering?" a somewhat cold voice sounded behind Chang Ling.

Chang Ling's whole body was stunned all of a sudden, his whole person was very stiff, and his heart was raised to his throat.

The voice was a little too familiar.

Many times in the illusions, she could hear this voice and see this figure that brought her into the world of cultivating immortals.

Chang Ling's abnormality was naturally discovered by Gu Yunxi, who hurried over to investigate the situation.

He was also momentarily stunned.

is obviously a 'strange' back, but it gives him a strange sense of familiarity.

A name that has been sealed in memory for a long time is about to come out.

In the end, he still didn't use his divine sense to probe the figure in front of him.

He was too scared to get an answer, and whether it was or not, he didn't want to know.

If it weren't for Chang Ling, he would be equivalent to tearing open his bloody wounds again and facing his own incompetence and pain.

If yes......

Although he didn't know what Lin Yu did to Chang Ling later, and he didn't know what Zhenhe had arranged for her, he was born in a big family and had been in the world for all these years, and he was even a member of the 'silent majority'.

I still can't imagine what kind of tragic experience Chang Ling will face.

The Canglan Sword Sect will not leave a hand.

Whether it is in the Dabi of the Nine Great Sects, or from the secret realm to be alive and bring out such a rich harvest, all of them prove Chang Ling's special and unlimited potential.

Such a person, if she is destined not to go all the way, will never be able to give her a chance to grow up.

And Chang Ling, what kind of tribulation did he go through to set foot on the immortal path again.

That name has disappeared for so long, if he is still practicing, he must also be a casual cultivator in Qingzhou.

The situation of casual practice......

Gu Yunxi's head hung slightly involuntarily.

He couldn't help it.

If he recognized Chang Ling here, it would not be a good thing for anyone.

"If you're ready, go in quickly, there are many areas in the tomb that have been occupied by us, just go in and ask for specific and detailed information. Gu Yunxi forced his tone to calm down and said lightly.

Chang Ling nodded like pounding garlic, didn't say much, put the monk in his hand away, and hurriedly walked into the tomb.

It was only after she had walked a long way before she stopped, leaning against the cold wall, gasping for air.

She didn't know if Gu Yunxi recognized her or not, but no matter what the reason, it was better not to pierce that layer of window paper like now.

She wasn't ready to face them right now.

Chang Ling calmed down for a while before he calmed himself down and began to carefully examine the surrounding situation.

The air inside this tomb is devoid of any spiritual power.

In terms of divine sense, with Chang Ling's current divine soul power, he could only explore a radius of ten zhang.

Moreover, the temperature here is much lower than outside, so presumably the concentration of yin qi is not low.

Chang Ling walked slowly forward along this path, Ah Bi had already been pulled out by her and put on her shoulder, and she was also holding the Yuan Sacrifice Sword tightly in her hand.

The monk who was with her just now didn't come in with her, he still wanted to learn scriptures from those monks who had just come out of the tomb, and if he could, Chang Ling also wanted to listen to it.

But no, you can.

However, it didn't take long to walk along this road, and Chang Ling came to a rather empty room.

There were more than a dozen monks standing inside, and when they saw Chang Ling walking in, most of them glanced at her lightly and turned their heads away.

Chang Ling touched her nose in embarrassment, walked up to an old man who looked quite kind closest to her, and asked, "This fellow Daoist, may I ask what the situation is now?"

The old man looked Chang Ling up and down, and said with a cold snort: "Loose cultivation from Qingzhou?"

Chang Ling nodded inexplicably.

He snorted coldly again, and the eyes of the rest of the people looking at Chang Ling also changed from indifference to disdain.

This group of loose cultivators, after coming to Youzhou, stayed in the courtyard all day long, indulged in drunkenness, dreams and death, after hearing the news of a tomb, they flocked out, but after coming in, not only could not get any help, as soon as they saw their companions have an accident, they turned around and fled, and a few people took advantage of the fact that their companions still had a breath, and they didn't want to save him but to touch the corpse!

As these days passed, the attitudes and opinions of these monks on the righteous path towards casual cultivation simply plummeted.

Especially just now, there was also a casual cultivator who specialized in body refining......

Here's another one.

The old man said angrily: "Well, there is a place to go out over there, go back quickly, don't stay here to fight." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the road that Chang Ling had just walked on.

Chang Ling stood there for a while, neither advancing nor retreating.

After a long stalemate, a monk standing next to him spoke: "If you want to go deeper into the tomb from here, you need to go through the road ahead, there is a continuous running formation, but if you want to break the formation, you must have a monk force your way in first, standing at the eye of the formation." ”

"Standing in that array, you need to withstand a lot of attacks, so it's best to let the body cultivator go, but among those of us who are staying here now, there is no body cultivation, so we are stuck here for a while. I can only try my luck and see when a physical cultivator walks in next time. ”

Everyone else sighed one after another, who wouldn't want to walk in and pursue their opportunities as soon as possible.

After hearing this, Chang Ling spoke: "That, I am a physical cultivator. ”

As soon as these words came out, they naturally attracted the attention of all the monks.

For a while, there was a scorn of contempt.

After losing her essence and blood, Chang Ling's face was paler than ordinary people, although she was tall among her peers, but she was also the height of an ordinary adult woman, and her body was exceptionally thin.

Even the kind of physique that specializes in speed, although it doesn't look strong on the outside, it is lean, and the small arms and legs are all tight muscles.

Not to mention the ordinary kind of loose cultivation that specializes in strength.

Wherever a person like Chang Ling stands, saying that he is a physical cultivator, he is afraid that he will receive a burst of ridicule.

Chang Ling sighed softly, didn't explain anything, raised his leg and stepped forward.

Looking at Chang Ling's back, there were still monks who couldn't bear to remind her of the danger ahead, but when they were signaled by the eyes of the people around her, the words they wanted to say were stuck in their throats.

She can go if she wants, at least staying here will drag them down for a while.

Chang Ling stood at the entrance, carefully perceiving the formation in front of him with his divine sense.

This formation limits the monk's ability to move through the air, and he cannot stand on top of the flying sword or other magic weapons to flexibly control and dodge, but he has to rely on his own body and speed to dodge the attack and rush over.

Although she is not proficient in formations, although the formations in the world have their own advantages, there are always some things in common, such as the most critical formation.

After Chang Ling found the right position, she took a deep breath, and Ling Feng's body method instantly came into operation, and her whole person rushed towards the middle position from the delicate attacks of this formation.

After discovering the invasion of outsiders, the entire corridor glowed with light, and the attacks became more precise and powerful.

Chang Ling avoided several attacks without avoidance.

It is an invisible and fast wind blade.

Even if Chang Ling keenly captured the movement of the distortion of the air current, there was no way to avoid it.

After losing her essence blood, she still couldn't really run Ling Feng's body method to the extreme like before.

The most obvious experience in actual combat is that there are many wind blades that she obviously thinks she can dodge, but her body seems to be disobedient to her command, and she is extremely clumsy.

Blood poured out as the wind blade sliced through her flesh, and although her injuries were healing on their own, they were far faster than before.

After Ling Feng's body method was running for a while, Chang Ling couldn't help but gasp heavily, and smiled bitterly in his heart, this essence blood still has to find a way to make up for it as soon as possible.

Rao is like this, Chang Ling's figure fell in the eyes of the monks behind him, and they couldn't help but widen their glasses.

This thin girl is really an individual cultivator!

Look at the appearance, the thin body is extremely flexible, not only is it extremely good at speed, but several times after being attacked, it only pauses for a short time, and continues to run forward.

Previously, they had more or less saved some luck that they could pass through this formation full of Yongdao, and they all walked a few steps forward before they were slashed by the sharp wind blade, and the pain in their hearts made them have to retreat again.

If they hadn't tried it themselves, it would have been hard for them to imagine that Chang Ling had so many deep wounds on his body that were still throbbing sensitively.

The most strange thing about this formation is that the eyes of the formation are still constantly changing.

Chang Ling, whose divine sense had been greatly weakened, had already spent a lot of effort to find the formation eye, and it was really a big problem for Chang Ling to be distracted to find the formation eye in the airtight attack.

The monks who were standing there and watching also seemed to see Chang Ling's predicament, and they didn't know who spoke first, so they opened their mouths one after another to point out the direction for Chang Ling.

Standing outside the formation, they naturally saw it more clearly than Chang Ling, and listening to their words, Chang Ling's actions were a little smoother.

Soon, she was extremely close to the eye at the center of the storm.

The Array Eye could see it very clearly, as could the storm that continued to churn beside it.

If you want to stand in the eye of the formation, you must pass through the fierce air currents that are constantly surging.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and rolled straight towards that place.

Countless wind blades instantly sliced all over her body, and the pain gathered together and hit her brain.

Her body was not as good as before, and even the pain almost made her faint.

Chang Ling had to bite her lower lip tightly, and the smell of blood stimulated her to still retain a trace of consciousness.

Suddenly slumped down on the solid ground, Chang Ling's eyes were still dark, and there was no pain in his body.

But finally, he sat down at the eye of the array.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief and relax, a fierce wind blade came at her from behind, Chang Ling barely rolled to the side, and the wind blade grazed her shoulder, cutting off a large piece of the well-made fabric.

It's not completely safe to sit in this spot!

Without giving Chang Ling a chance to relax, she had to barely dodge unexpected attacks from all sides in this small area.

This seemed to be a little more difficult than before, and if you were not careful, you would touch the thick air mass wrapped around the eye of the array.

As soon as those monks saw Chang Ling burrowing into the formation eye, several people hurriedly stepped forward, stood on the edge of the formation, took out a few small flags, sat cross-legged on the ground, and obscure words continued to flow out of their mouths.

As the incantations were recited, the flags emitted a glowing light.

The streamer drilled towards all parts of the formation, and for a while, the whirring wind in the corridor was almost inaudible.

One of the monks slammed into his feet and slashed his palm, blood dripping onto the array flag beside him, and for a moment the entire room shone brightly.

"Go!" cried the monk, whose face had also turned a little pale.

Several formation flags kept spinning around him, and he stepped into this formation first.

The rest of the monks followed him.

Chang Ling, who was in the eye of the array, also felt that the airflow surrounding the eye of the array was much thinner, and the frequency of the wind blade attacking her was much slower.

And as the monk walked forward, the weakening became more and more apparent.

If you take advantage of this opportunity, I'm afraid that Chang Ling will be able to easily cross the subsequent part of the road......

Chang Ling still didn't choose to leave the formation while these monks were still in the formation.

If there is a lack of people to suppress here, I am afraid that all the power of the formation will be poured on these people.

They can't stand it.