After only a few words of this mental method, Shangguan Yun felt that Nangong broke his throat and grunted, and when he looked down, he saw Nangong Po smiling at the corner of his mouth, closing his eyes, and he had lost his breath. Shangguan Yun was very emotional in his heart, a few months ago, by chance, he met him in the black prison of the Heavenly Demon Sect's main altar, and then the two escaped from the black prison.

Today's Nangong is ruined like this, although it is not unrelated to Jin Wancheng's assassination, but why didn't he suffer on his own? If he didn't take away the Divine Skill Heart Method that day, he would definitely not be driven out of the sect by Gu Qinghe, and maybe he would still be the sect leader today. Later, he coveted the magic method, and did not forget to find Gu Qinghe and others for revenge, so he went south with Jin Wancheng, but was finally suspicious of Jin Wancheng and died. In terms of his martial arts, Nangong Po is definitely a rare romantic figure in ancient and modern times, if you ask about his life, he can only add the four words of widowhood and lack of righteousness.

Huo Wuyu and the others were also embarrassed when they saw Nangong being devastated and Hou Qimo shook his head and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Tang Yiqi said: "If he dies, what is the pity?"

Hou Qimo sighed: "His martial arts are much higher than you and me, if he is killed in a fight with someone, it is reasonable." But he just let people sneak attack from behind, and he died too badly, isn't it a pity that he is strong in kung fu?"

Huo Wuyu felt the same way, and also said: "Nangong Po can also be regarded as a generation of martial arts wizards, and the level of kung fu is far beyond our reach, so the way to die is indeed beyond the expectations of the world." ”

Bashan Shi said angrily: "This kind of behavior, we and other martial arts practitioners are deeply ashamed, but Jin Wancheng is not afraid of people poking his backbone, and he still claims to be the right way in martial arts, which is really shameless." ”

Bashan Hu hated and said: "They regard us as crooked demons, and there are things that cannot be done, not to mention that their so-called righteous path heroes are now looking at Jin Wancheng as the horse's head, and no one will say anything wrong." ”

Bai Rujiao saw Nangong's bloody appearance, coupled with the mutilated arms, which looked even more infiltrating, she took a step back and said: "Don't sigh anymore, bury him quickly, the slave family doesn't want to face a dead man sooner or later." ”

Shangguan Yun glanced around, only to see that the valley was full of rubble the size of a millstone, and it was impossible to bury Nangong Po's corpse. He turned around and saw the entrance to the cave at the bottom of the valley, since it was called the secluded mound, and it was the place where the Heavenly Demon Sect leader buried his bones, he had to bury Nangong there. Shangguan Yun picked up Nangong Po's body and said: "A few uncles and Aunt Bai, although Nangong Po has been embarrassed with me many times, he has also saved my life, since he was the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he should also be buried in the secluded mound, you wait a while, I will go back." ”

Huo Wuyu nodded and said, "You go, our identities are different, and it is inconvenient to follow you to the bottom." ”

Bai Rujiao handed over a fire fold and said, "Yun'er, the situation in the cave is unknown, you should be careful yourself." ”

Shangguan Yun carried Nangong Po to the bottom of the valley, the entrance of this secluded mound was only a zhang high, and it was pitch black inside, and I didn't know how deep it was. He shook the fire and walked towards the cave, the warmer it became. Shangguan Yun walked thirty or forty zhang inside, only to see a thing protruding from the stone wall beside him, he brought the fire fold closer, and saw that it was a copper lamp embedded in the crack in the stone, and touched it with his hand, and there was still a little lamp oil left in it. Shangguan Yun lit the copper lamp, took a few steps forward, and there was another same copper lamp on the wall, and he still lit it. Eighteen lamps were lit like this, and this section of the cave was also illuminated, Shangguan Yun saw that there were a few dry bones under the stone wall opposite, and there were still handwriting on the stone wall behind the dry bones, so he put Nangong Po aside and stepped forward to check it himself.

This is the bottom of the cave, although it is not big, and it feels spacious to place a few bones. Shangguan Yun counted, there were a total of nine human bones under the stone wall, each human bone was a few feet apart, there were still some air-dried flesh and skin left on the outermost one, but the innermost one had become fragments, only one skull was still intact, obviously these bones were not placed here at the same time, and there were no less than a hundred years between them.

Shangguan Yun came to the innermost human bone, only to see that the stone wall behind the human bone was engraved with words, and its handwriting was wild and heroic, like a dragon and snake swimming, he looked carefully, only to see that it was written: "...... Traveling in all directions, reading many teachers,...... The methods are different, but only the Taoist mystics are good...... Get it right...... Yu created his own Xuangong, fought with the heroes, and was undefeated...... to posterity. ”

There are many words missing on it, and Shangguan Yun can only see the general meaning, which should be the matter of the bones before his death. That person traveled all over the world, visited all the famous teachers in the world, and admired the Taoist inner strength. After that, he created his own martial arts, and fought undefeated, and he thought that he was also a generation of heroes, but unfortunately he didn't know who his surname was.

Shangguan Yun looked at another corpse again, and when the fire fold shook over the stone wall, he inadvertently glimpsed that there were other words next to it, but the handwriting was not deep, and the handwriting was also crooked, obviously the person who engraved the words had low martial arts. Shangguan Yun approached the stone wall, only to see that it was written: "Hundred Tribulation Demon Lord, but that's it." He is successful day by day, and he is proud of the rivers and lakes. There is no one before, and there is no one after. ”

After reading these few sentences, Shangguan Yun suddenly realized that this first corpse was the Heavenly Demon Sect's founding person, the Demon Lord of the Hundred Tribulations, and the dragon-like words on the wall were naturally left by him. But there is no way to know who left these words next to him, although this person's martial arts are weak, his tone is not small, and he doesn't even pay attention to the Demon Lord of the Hundred Tribulations.

With a full stomach full of questions, Shangguan Yun looked down again, and there was a little text behind the second corpse, but it was also mutilated, and he saw that it was written: "...... As for it, it is better to be ashamed than ...... It is useless to be in the Holy Religion, and it is actually stealing a vegetarian meal...... Faceless to see the demon lord in Huangquan, waiting for those who come. The crooked handwriting next to him read: "Longmen Daozun, nothing has been accomplished; "This second corpse must be the second generation of the Heavenly Demon Sect's leader, Longmen Dao Venerable Xuan Yuanzi.

The text after the third corpse, apparently left by someone else, reads: "Bai Yu Toad, the young man is famous, he is the leader of the Holy Sect, he has achieved ten years of success, he has conquered the world, he is not angry with the adulterer, he dies with his breath closed, he has a bloody feud, he vows to repay it, and the traitor's book is left for future generations." Next to this text, there is no more crooked handwriting, from this point of view, those crooked words are also deliberately left by the Heavenly Demon Sect to warn future generations.

Read on, the rest of the text is about the life of the masters of the past dynasties, some are self-written, and some are written by later generations, Zhong Wanding also died before Nangong Po, and it was the battle between good and evil twenty years ago that caused his death.