When Situ Qiao said this, his voice trembled slightly, and after a pause, he continued: "I saw that Monk Hongdao seemed to have been grabbed from the air by an invisible big hand, and he was falling in front of the dried corpse. Hearing only a 'plop', the Hongdao monk fell heavily to the ground. It's just that he is good at martial arts, and after falling, his body suddenly bounced up from the ground, and he wanted to retreat. It's just that as if there was an enemy attacking in front of him, he roared sharply, protected the door with his left palm, and slashed out with his right palm.

"I felt strange in my heart, in addition to the corpses and the dried corpse all over the place, there were only two living people in this secret room, me and Monk Hongdao. Just looking at the appearance of the Hongdao monk, it seems that he is fighting with people with all his might, but I see that there is no one in front of him. After his palm was slashed out, the palm wind whirred, and even the flame of the giant candle on the candlestick at the right end of the offering table was pulled by his palm, and suddenly it grew several feet and made a crackling sound.

I saw the Hongdao monk flying with his palms, pointing to the east and the west, as if he was fighting with the enemy inseparably. This old monk looked as thin as firewood, weak and couldn't help the wind, but when he started to move, his body was like electricity, and he was extremely agile. Every palm is slapped with the sound of whirring wind. The clothes of the dried corpse were excited by his palm wind, and they couldn't help but rise and fall, and later, even the gorgeous clothes on the jade statue behind the offering table fluttered around with his palm wind.

At that time, the flame of the giant candle on the candlestick at the right end was driven by the wind of the Hongdao monk's palm, and it kept swaying from side to side, making the secret room flickering and darkening. The shadow of Monk Hongdao rolled and swayed on the surrounding walls, and from the dark grid, he seemed to be fighting with his own shadow. I watched for a long time, and then I realized that the monk Hongdao had been trying to retreat to the entrance of Yongdao. It's just that it seems that an invisible enemy is fighting around him, forcing him to parry with all his might, how can he have a chance to escape? Under the candlelight, I saw a thin old monk flying with his palms, punching and kicking. At that time, although my martial arts were low, I also felt that his moves were extremely subtle, and his strength was amazing, and every move and style reached an extremely high level. Later, I also practiced martial arts hard, and often recalled the scene I saw in the secret room that day. The martial arts skills of the Hongdao monk flashed clearly in front of my eyes, but I knew that even if I practiced martial arts all my life, I couldn't even match his success.

It's just that although the Hongdao monk's martial arts are high, after half a pillar of incense, I saw that the sweat on his forehead was dripping down, and his body was no longer as agile as Fang Cai when he retreated. The palm wind at the time of the palm has also weakened a lot. By the time he arrived, the circle of his double-handed defense had been reduced by half, and he had completely given up his intention of retreating to the entrance of the Yongdao, only trying to protect himself from being taken advantage of by the enemy.

"The more I looked, the more strange I became, I don't know why this old monk seemed to be crazy and practiced martial arts in the secret room. Just looking at his appearance, the expression on his face was extremely nervous, as if he was practicing martial arts by himself. It seems that he is being besieged, and he is trying his best to support it.

When the fight reached the division, the five fingers of the Hongdao monk grabbed the five fingers of his right hand and grabbed the ground suddenly. Hearing a 'whoosh' sound, the long sword that had just fallen from his hand flew up from the ground out of thin air and fell straight into his palm......"

Before Situ Qiao's words fell, several exclamations rang out among the people present. Murong Danyan said in a trembling voice: "This, isn't this the legendary Divine Skill of Teleportation?"

Deng Yao sneered and said: "Nonsense! Although it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that martial arts masters have cultivated their internal skills to the realm of transformation, and they can take things from the air with their internal strength, but no one has ever seen this kung fu." That Hongdao monk has no name, how can he practice martial arts to such a level? This person is boasting nonsense, and there is no credibility at all. ”

Situ Qiao ignored him, and still said to himself: "Monk Hongdao has a long sword in his hand, and immediately the sword light is Huo Huo, and he dances in a circle in front of him. When each sword is stabbed, there is a 'snort' sound, and the momentum is quite amazing. Just now, he was already weak, but after getting the long sword, his spirit was greatly boosted, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon, as if he was fighting with the invisible enemy again.

It's just that after more than a hundred moves, Monk Hongdao's sword moves slowed down again. When the sword was drawn, the sound of 'sneering' became weaker and weaker. I saw that every time he stabbed out, it seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net, and the circle in which the long sword flashed and moved became smaller and smaller. Later, the circle of the long sword's defense could only be limited to a distance of two feet in front of him, and it seemed extremely difficult to expand it by half a point.

"I looked at Monk Hongdao's gloomy face, his forehead was full of sweat, and there was white gas rising on the monk's robe, obviously full support. Just as he was in doubt, he suddenly heard a 'whew', and the long sword in the hand of the Hongdao monk had already taken off his hand and flew straight into the air. With a 'poof' sound, the long sword pierced into the beam pillar more than three zhang high, and the sword body sank into the beam more than a foot deep, and the hilt of the sword trembled non-stop, making a buzzing sound.

The Hongdao monk took off his long sword, and suddenly he only heard him roar, and his palms were pushed out together. I only heard a loud 'boom', but a box placed on the right back of the offering table was hit by his palm, flew straight more than a foot away, and fell to the ground with a 'bang'. The lid of the box was thrown out, and dozens of strings of pearls, countless agate, jade, and precious stones rolled out of the box, mixing with the gold and silver and other rare treasures piled aside, hitting each other and crackling.

This push seemed to have exhausted the remaining strength of the monk Hongdao, and after he pushed it out with both palms, he was slightly sluggish, and he did not withdraw his palms. At this moment, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted, 'Yutam Brahman'. Before the words fell, I saw his right hand suddenly retracted, his index finger stretched out, and he was a little at the center of his eyebrows, and then he screamed, and his body fell straight back, and he fell straight to the ground, and then he was motionless.

After Monk Hongdao fell, there was no sound in the secret room. The candle flame stopped flickering, and everything in the chamber seemed to be still for a moment. I cowered in the darkness and looked out in horror, not knowing what was going on. I don't know how long it took, but I saw that there was nothing unusual outside, and I secretly thought that I couldn't hide in the dark for the rest of my life. From the time I entered this secret room until now, at least three or four hours have passed, and it is already the third watch, and if I delay any longer, it will be even more difficult to get out after dawn. It was with me biting my teeth and gently pulling the mechanism of the dark grid. I only heard a soft sound of "click", and the small door of the dark grid had already opened.

"I got out of the shadows. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he felt as if there were countless needle points on the soles of his feet, and the pain was unbearable, and he sat on the ground. I was startled, and then I remembered that the darkness was abnormally narrow, and I had been hiding in it for three or four hours, and I had never moved, my whole body was blocked from blood, and my feet were already swollen. At this time, I finally stepped on the ground, and the blood was first opened, and when I touched it, it was naturally extremely painful.

"I sat on the ground and gently massaged my feet with both hands, and after a long time, I felt that the pain in my feet had improved a lot, and then I slowly stood up. After trying to walk a few steps, although my feet still tingle, I was no longer able to move. It's just that my whole body is still sore, and I know that although I have been freed from the dark grid, the blood veins in my whole body have not fully recovered, and I need to rest for a few days before I can completely recover. It's just that now is the moment of life and death, where can I take care of this?

"I walked up to the monk Hongdao who was lying on the ground, and I saw a very small blood hole in the center of his eyebrows, and blood was pouring out of the hole, causing four or five blood paths to appear on his skeleton-like face. The whole face looked torn apart, and it was terrifying. I looked at the appearance of the Hongdao monk, and my heart was horrified. I really can't understand why this monk is going crazy in the secret room to punch and kick, and finally point on his eyebrows, and die. It's so weird, it's unbelievable.

"I stood in front of the corpse of Monk Hongdao and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly realized that this place must not stay for a long time. Even if there are a thousand and ten thousand questions, we must get rid of them as soon as possible. Thinking of this, I hurriedly stepped over the corpse of the monk Hongdao and ran straight to the entrance of the road.

"I heard Wei Qianhu say to the monk Hongjing that the monks outside the main hall have been dismissed. It's just that this Hongdao monk entered the main hall unconsciously, and I don't know if he still has other monks. After I grabbed the entrance, I didn't rush out recklessly, but stopped, trying to carefully examine the situation outside before making a decision.

"It's just that when I stopped at the entrance, I thought to myself, if I return empty-handed like this, wouldn't I enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed......"

Before his words fell, he only heard Deng Yao sneer twice, and then Lin Yilang and the other two also sneered.

Situ Qiao ignored everyone's ridicule at him, and then said: "After this thought came out, it was extremely difficult to break the thought. I know that although the mechanism in this secret room has been cracked, it is still full of murderous opportunities. Even the Hongdao monk was so good that he died here. But greed came to my heart, but I couldn't take care of the others, and I was like a ghost. I thought to myself, I'm not greedy, I just need to take the purple jade grapes and jade cabbage and leave, and it's no big deal to think about it......"

Everyone thought to themselves: "Purple jade grapes and jade cabbage are the two most valuable treasures in the secret room, you take these two treasures, and you still say that you are not greedy?

Situ Qiao sighed and said, "People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. You laugh at others for being greedy, but many things are replaced by yourself, but they are not much better than others. At that moment, I was thinking only about those two treasures, completely forgetting that I was in danger. Although he could get out of danger by walking two more feet, he couldn't help but look back at the offering table.

"But when I look back, I can't help but be surprised. I seemed to be standing in a large hall, and there was a high platform four or five feet away, on which a carved dragon wooden chair was placed. The dragon chair is magnificent, with yellow brocade covering the backrest, armrests, and upholstery. Each of the four columns supporting the armrests is a brilliant golden dragon. There are no legs under the pedestal, but a Sumeru seat, coated with gold dust throughout, which is both magnificent and majestic. At the top of the chair sat a beautiful woman, wearing a phoenix crown and a gorgeous costume, with a solemn face. There was a man standing on the right side of the stairs under the high platform. The man was in his forties, with a white face and beard, a black gauze hat, a bright red official robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a fist-sized lion's head at the front. There is a lion embroidered on the chest complement with a hideous face. I was confused for a while, thinking where I had been, how could there be such two people in front of me?"