Chang Ling took a few steps forward and investigated the situation of the monk who had passed out on the ground.

The most serious thing is just excessive blood loss, which is not a big problem for the monks of the Concentration Realm.

Chang Ling exhaled a long breath, and the whole person slipped off the wall and sat on the ground.

Every part of her body was very sore, and every step of her soul in the sea of consciousness just now seemed to have exhausted her life's strength, and she was very tired under the effect of intense tension and fear.

Death is probably something that is casually talked about in a relaxed tone on weekdays, and when it is really faced, it is desperately trying to escape.

Maybe to be alive, facing a bitter world, there will be pain and sorrow, but there are always times, it is the laughter of true feelings, and the joy and happiness of that moment are worth struggling to move forward in the long darkness.

People don't live simply for the sake of living, because it is so beautiful, truly unique and irreplaceable.

Chang Ling calmed down for a while before he reluctantly stood up from the ground and woke up the monks one by one.

"What's wrong with me? I remember I drew the talisman in its entirety. The monk who woke up last and had lost the most blood muttered.

The rest shook their heads as well.

I don't know who spoke, "Who was the first to wake up?"

"I remember that when I woke up, Su Daoyou was awake. ”

"Chang Ling Daoyou shook me awake. ”

After exchanging calibers with each other, these people raised their eyes and stared at Chang Ling tightly.

Chang Ling, who woke up at the beginning and may have never even lost consciousness, was the most likely to receive the inheritance and gift of that Mystic Law Realm cultivator.

Especially this person, when they were scrambling to step forward and try to draw the talisman, he still stood in place with a calm and breezy appearance without any movement, in fact, he may have been thinking about something in his heart.

Although the luck component of such a thing as chance has to stand a large part, they can obviously get it soon.

The biggest fear is not that there was never a chance, but that 'it could have been this way'.

When they arrived at this place, although they all understood the truth, who would not faintly think in their hearts that the opportunity must belong to them.

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "There is no inheritance, you drew that talisman to actually release a demon cultivator who was suppressed here, he just came out and encountered some accidents, and he was directly annihilated." ”

Everyone's eyes were naturally full of disbelief.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if the demon is really released, then how can they still be alive?

Especially for the demon who has just come out of trouble, the flesh and blood of the monk should be a very good nourishment.

Chang Ling was afraid that he had really gained some benefits, so he pondered for a while and made up a reason to prevaricate them!

Although they occasionally wonder if it is too smooth to obtain the inheritance in this way, they can only use this attitude to numb themselves.

They were as close as the ladder to heaven.

Chang Ling also had a lot of suffering for a while, and the reason why they judged that they were not the devil was that they were standing there unscathed, but it was all up to her to deal with the devil.

If it weren't for the fact that karma was completely irresistible to demonic cultivators, where would they have the opportunity to have a face-to-face peace of mind and dialogue now?

Although there was a faint speculation in his heart, but with a good upbringing and a certain amount of arrogance, these monks did not think about doing anything.

After all, they had also suffered a lot of injuries because of those murals before, and if they wanted to leave the tomb safely, they couldn't do without the help of Chang Ling's physical cultivation, and it was not yet time to tear their faces.

It really doesn't work, they can go back and report it to the sect family, presumably no force will let the inheritance of a Mystic Law Realm cultivator be left out.

After this experience, the state of the crowd could no longer support them to continue exploring this tomb, and after they took some pills, they thought about how to leave this tomb as soon as possible.

There were quite a few people who had already obtained some maps of the tomb from their fellow disciples or fellow family members, but none of them had ever written of this 'basement', and they were probably among the first to arrive here.

When they thought of this, they inevitably thought about inheritance.

Chang Ling, who had already shrunk silently at the back of the team, received several blank glances.

Since the dissipation of those strange murals, there has been nothing unusual in this room, and not long after walking forward, a heavy stone door appeared in front of everyone.

Their eyes were on Chang Ling again.

Although they also have their own means to open this heavy door, this kind of thing is handed over to the body cultivation, and it is not done in vain.

Chang Ling didn't say much, took a few steps forward, and pushed the door hard.

This door lives up to expectations, and it is extraordinarily heavy.

Chang Ling's pale face was dyed a little red, and the door slowly moved with a shrill creaking.

When he barely pushed it to allow one person to walk by, those monks walked in one after another, without even looking at Chang Ling.

Chang Ling also held back his anger.

Although she put herself in her shoes, she is not incomprehensible, but she also has a clear conscience, a teenager, there is still a bit of blood in her heart.

She is not a saint, and she is misunderstood like this, and her face is ugly and tight.

The most important thing is still to come, in case these people go out and make a big deal about it, and then report it to the sect family, then I am afraid that her identity will not be hidden.

Chang Ling took a deep breath and forcibly pulled her thoughts back, thinking so much now that it was not easy for her to leave here.

The road behind this tomb must also be dangerous.

Behind the stone gate, there is also an empty room.

Everywhere is unremarkable, Chang Ling does not know the regulation and structure of the tomb, but presumably the arrangement of these rooms also echoes an unknown formation.

Chang Ling already had a faint guess in his heart.

Maybe this tomb wasn't the place where the Mystic Law Realm monk passed on the exercises and recruited disciples to inherit his mantle, or maybe it was just to suppress the blood.

Thousands of years have passed, and the brake blood has finally weakened to the extreme, and he has just barely broken free, but he has met Chang Ling.

Those who often do evil will always be punished one day.

As a strong demon cultivator, he must also have a lot of subordinates and forces, after he was suppressed, there should be many people who want to save him or covet what he has, so the formation in this tomb is aimed at those demon cultivators, and it is naturally a ruthless lore.

Chang Ling's expression was very solemn.

The rest of the people were more or less relaxed, and the tombs or secret realms left by the senior monks, even if they hadn't entered before, had heard a lot of relevant news.

Generally, after receiving the monk's inheritance, he will also completely control this tomb or secret realm.

Now that Chang Ling is with them, what else do they need to be afraid of?

If Chang Ling knew that they were all thinking like this in their hearts, he really wanted to go up and see if the fist could make them sober up.

I don't blame them, it does take a while for the divine soul to recover after being attacked or hallucinated by a certain amount, and even Chang Ling himself didn't realize that he was actually imperceptibly affected.

She was more irritable, impulsive, and irritable than ever.

Every time Chang Ling looked at the situation around him, he found that his companion had already walked far forward, and he had to follow in a hurry, and the words he said were naturally ignored by these people.

And so they kept going.

It's also strange to say that they really haven't encountered any more mechanisms or formations along the way.

It also hardens those people's judgments.

Looking at Chang Ling's gaze, in addition to the unpleasant satisfaction, there was also a kind of confident 'it is indeed so'.

Chang Ling was also unconcealably surprised, anyway, she had given up explaining to these people now, and leaving this tomb quickly was the most important thing.

After walking through a large inner room, they pushed open the door, and there was a long corridor in front of them.

But there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

Although they all used their own magic weapons to illuminate in the darkness along the way, there was still a great difference between fluorescence and daylight.

Looking at the light seeping in from afar, everyone's mood was involuntarily lit up.

There must have been some regrets that the monks were about to leave the tomb, and although they left unscathed, they did not gain anything.

So he turned back and glanced at Chang Ling again.

This man just kept them out of danger and didn't give them any treasure!

Now I don't want to have a good relationship with them, do you really think that you can protect these achievements after you go out?

Chang Ling didn't give him the slightest glance, and if he said it, it was not necessarily a completely good thing.

After walking such a long distance in the tomb, who knows if the exit they face after going out is in the hands of the righteous monks, such a wide area of the tomb, if the place where they go out happens to be the place where the demon cultivators gather, then it will be a big trouble.

Chang Ling walked in front of everyone, and one of her hearts was about to be raised in her throat.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword was held tightly in his hand, and his eyes were staring at any abnormal movement in front of him, as if the sword in his hand could turn into a cold light and stab out in the next moment.

Little by little, they walked forward.

Sure enough, all the good luck ran out after walking smoothly through the tomb.

As they got closer and closer to the light exit, everyone's vision suddenly began to darken.

At the same time, a pungent smell also penetrated their nostrils.

Chang Ling closed his five senses almost the moment he sensed this abnormal movement.

I encountered an evil cultivator.

I'm afraid that he has been holding on to this exit, waiting for the monk who finally escaped from the tomb.

There was still some distance from the exit, and the tomb's suppression of the monk's divine soul still existed, and Chang Ling had no way to use his divine sense to find out the number and location of the enemy.

The rest of the monks also reacted quickly to the situation, but they eliminated the previous hostility, and looked nervously at the fading light.

However, they more or less inhaled a little of this strange mist, and felt that their whole body was burning, and the pain in their hearts came one after another.

The poisonous gas refined by the evil cultivators is often not so simple, so it is better to end the battle quickly and then go back to receive some treatment.

The road ahead was already dark, and Chang Ling didn't dare to step forward for a while.

They all had a tacit understanding that they did not use magic weapons for lighting.

Presumably, someone was ambushed in this passage, and when he heard that they had entered, he released the poison gas and left from there.

The divine consciousness of the monks in the outside world also cannot act on the tomb, as long as they do not use magic weapons for lighting, people outside will not be able to judge their location with the naked eye.

However, those evil cultivators outside have also made sufficient preparations.

Soon there was a buzzing sound, and countless flying insects came in, and at the same time, the continuous small grinding sound on the ground was also announcing that countless insects were running towards them.

Return to the tomb and find a new exit...... Chang Ling wasn't sure if he would have such good luck next time, what if he took another exit and was still in such a situation.

Then you have to bite the bullet.

Everything that was previously purchased at the station came in handy.

Chang Ling threw out the talisman a few times, and countless tiny flying insects burned into a huge ball of fire in midair.

It is the nature of moths to fight fires, and the sudden burst of light in the dark also attracts many flying insects to crash straight towards it.

For a while, the crackling sound continued to sound in this narrow corridor.

The rest of the monks also endured the pain and resorted to their own means.

For a while, except for the occasional insects that flew through the barriers, which were pinched to death by Chang Ling one after another, the rest of the insects all turned into clumps of ashes.

These were just a few tentative waves of attacks from those evil cultivators, and what followed was what they really had to worry about and be nervous about.

In front of Chang Ling and the others, heavy footsteps sounded.

Naturally, those who walked into the tomb like this could not be those monks, they should be refined zombies and puppets.

These two are the most commonly refined puppets by evil cultivators, zombies refer to the corpses of people or monks who have been refined by special methods, and the yin puppet is a broader concept.

A monk or a person's grievance can become a yin puppet after condensation, and a living monk or person uses yin qi to soak in and exchange blood for 'yin blood', which can also be called a yin puppet.

It's like on the Black Wind Mountain, those evil cultivators want to refine them.

Like zombies, the physical puppets are physically strong and do not feel pain or exhaustion, like machines born for battle.

Their fingers, nails, or teeth are often poisonous, and once the monk is contaminated, the end is often very ugly.

In the outside world, the best way to encounter such an evil cultivator is to fly in the sky, ordinary zombies and yin golems have no ability to fly, and in this narrow corridor, there is only one way to deal with them head-on.