The Immortal Tomb is located in the mountains not far from the City of Immortals, and if it weren't for the fact that this place is notorious, the scenery is also unique.

There are immortals in the world, and no one can answer.

This is just an ideal state, the goal of the monk's lifelong endeavor.

But the shackles of heaven and earth limit the realm of monks.

If there are no immortals, then where does this tomb come from?

Perhaps the opportunity to become an immortal is hidden in this mysterious immortal tomb.

This legend is widely circulated, which is why countless people want to explore it.

This land is no stranger to Ruan Ruan. Here he sabotaged the plan of the Sword Trial Pavilion and saved the monks of Xianque City.

The Immortal Tomb itself doesn't interest him much, but fate always pushes him towards an unpredictable future.

Ruan Ruan was standing in front of the door of the Immortal Tomb at this time, two heavy gates, and there was a faint ethereal fairy music inside. It was as if as soon as you opened the door, countless treasures were placed in front of you.

This immortal tomb has swallowed too many monks, and people are full of fear and fantasy at the same time.

The more mysterious it is, the more it arouses people's desire to explore.

Who doesn't want to step into the sky and step into that ethereal realm. From now on, we will live with the sky and smile proudly for nine days.

Ruan Ruan checked the belongings he was carrying and found that there was nothing missing, so he began to push the door.

The door of the Immortal Tomb was not difficult to open, Ruan Ruan put his palm on the gate, and a wonderful feeling came. It was as if there was some kind of calling in the soul to welcome him.

The gate felt his breath and silently moved inward, revealing a passage through the black hole.

Ruan Ruan took out an immortal branch and put it on his chest, and a cool feeling came from the branch, which made his mind empty.

He took a deep breath and stepped open the door.

Like a normal tomb, a long, narrow passage leads underground.

The space here is completely different from the outside world, and there is no damp and moldy smell as expected. The passage is neat and elegant, and the walls next to it are carved with mysterious runes. There is a vast and simple charm everywhere, as if you are in a cave of cultivation, which makes people feel peaceful.

The gravity here is much heavier, and the consciousness seems to be shielded by the surrounding walls, and can only be explored with the gaze.

The surrounding runes emitted a faint light, and there was some indescribable Dao flow in them. A sleepiness hit his brain, and the strength in his body was slowly withdrawing.

Ruan Ruan's Yuan Shen is a world of its own and inclusive of all things. These uncomfortable feelings quickly dissipated.

The further you go in, the heavier the oppression on the primordial spirit.

The giant tree of stars in Ruan's soft mind bloomed with brilliance, resisting this invisible pressure.

The starlight lit up in the Genshin world, and his eyes were like stars twinkling, and he could clearly see the direction in the darkness.

A downward staircase appeared in front of him, and Ruan Ruan followed the steps to a huge burial chamber.

There was a burst of beautiful fairy music around, and on the high platform in the tomb, the glow flowed, and a dazzling array of magic weapons were piled together.

From these magic weapons, a unique Taoist rhyme is emanated, highlighting the extraordinary.

Without exception, they are all fourth-order high-grade and even top-grade magic weapons, scattered on the high platform at will. Like many peerless beauties, naked and waiting for someone to take them.

The magic weapon attracted the monk more than anything.

A magic weapon in hand, like a second life, can not only greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the monk, but also can be used to save life at critical moments.

In this space, a large number of top-notch magic weapons have been piled up, which has undoubtedly generated a huge temptation.

The light fairy music wafts into the ears, and it also stimulates people's primitive desires.

Ruan Ruan seemed to be able to see the crazy demeanor of the crowd who came to hunt for treasures. In front of such a huge treasure, as long as you are not blind, you can't restrain the impulse in your heart.

In front of treasures, people are most likely to lose their way.

And it's so accessible, how can it not be fascinating.

The air around me became viscous, and my body felt like it was soaked in water, and I felt tremendous resistance when I moved it slightly.

Ruan Ruan quietly stared at those treasures, unmoved.

Between his foreheads, the Eyes of Truth opened, able to see through all falsehood.

Behind the brilliance, there is no treasure at all, but a green mist.

It felt the breath of the living and began to change its form, and the treasures bloomed with even more dazzling brilliance.

If it is an ordinary monk, under the temptation of this crystal glitter, he will definitely not be able to control his desires, and he can't wait to pounce.

Ruan Ruan knew that these mist were the culprits who controlled the monk's sanity, and he stood in place, as if hesitating.

There was some wonderful rhythm in the green mist, constantly calling like a naked beauty, twisting her waist.

The light on the treasure grew stronger and stronger, fluttering in the air as the mist filled.

The fairy music resounding all around makes people feel like they are in the fairy palace. A fairy with a graceful body, singing and dancing, extremely tempting.

Ruan Ruan's eyes gradually blurred, his body gradually relaxed, took a step, and slowly walked towards the pile of magic weapons.

The green mist fluctuated even more violently, and those magic weapons also emitted a crisp groan, and the treasure light was dazzling.

Ruan Ruan walked a few feet away from the treasure and stopped.

He stared at the treasures, and his eyes became hot.

Xianle's rhythm increased significantly, and even the blood in his body rippled, and every pore felt as if it had been baptized in spiritual fluid.

A voice beckoned to him, rushing into his head like a nightmare.

One step for immortals.

As long as you step out of your feet, you can step into that supreme realm.

From now on, you can travel the world for nine days, and you can go down to the Yellow Spring.

There is no longer any tie in this world, all things will crawl under the breath of immortals, no one can sweep its edge head-on, and all over the world compete to worship.

If the immortal is so powerful, why did it fall.

Where did this immortal tomb come from, and what is the significance of its existence?

As if sensing his doubts, a mysterious message came.

The Tomb of Immortals is not a place where immortals fall. It is the guidance that the immortals have left behind when they are free from the shackles of heaven and earth.

To be able to enter the immortal tomb is to obtain the recognition of immortals, representing the qualification of becoming immortals, and the preaching is at this time.

Senmoto is lonely, so he leaves hope and guides those who come after him to a wider space.

The tiredness in Ruan's soft mind came like a tide, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep. The movement of the primordial spirit has become slow, and the will seems to be about to leave the body and accept the guidance of the immortal.

Could it be that the people who enter this place have all turned into immortals and left?

Ruan Ruan shook her head, making a difficult choice in her heart. The treasures were reflected in his pupils, chaotic like rain, and those brilliant streamers impacted his mind.

Not everyone can become an immortal, first of all, you must accept the screening of immortals, choose your own treasures, and you can join the ranks of immortals. Only the bravest people can get the approval of the immortals, take up the weapons in front of them, and walk out of their own path.

The message kept coming with a seductive voice, with infinite anticipation, as gently as a sympathetic whisper.

The air flowed slowly, moving Ruan Ruan's body forward like a stream of water, getting closer and closer to those treasures.

Among the treasures, there are all kinds of things.

There are offensive and defensive ones, all of which are the best of the best.

They float in the air, releasing a powerful aura that gives people the feeling of being invincible when held in their hands.

Ruan Ruan involuntarily stepped forward, and the treasure jumped with joy, whirling and flying around him.

The last trace of clarity in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he waved his arms mechanically, trying to capture those spiritual magic weapons.

Those treasures took the initiative to gather up, looking like they were being picked up.

Ruan Ruan was like an emperor at this time, playing with a group of concubines. The blood all over his body was boiling and boiling in the lingering sound of immortals, and there was only boundless desire in his eyes, burning with raging fire.

Finally, he grabbed a treasure, which turned into a cloud of mist and followed his meridians into his body.

The mist traveled all the way through the meridians, heading straight for the Mud Pill Palace.

Seeing a small Dao tire, the mist immediately condensed into a large green net and tightly restrained.

Ruan had a splitting headache, and his primordial spirit was strangled out one by one in the great net formed by the mist.

The primordial spirit struggled desperately, bringing only bursts of torn pain.

Ruan's face was distorted, and beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his forehead. There was confusion in his eyes, only deep despair.

The vast net formed by the mist eroded the original spirit. The will is like being divided into countless small pieces, and it is unable to continue to control the body.

The world is gone, and darkness is falling.