Although the back road is blocked, if you want to give up, I guess no one wants to, let alone two newborn calves!

Even if you are a desperate Jedi, you are a snow and a cold person, but you don't believe in this evil. The two of them moved forward indomitable, advancing all the way, perhaps because the big iron ball was sealed, it was suspected that it was a fatal situation, and there were a lot fewer mechanisms along the way, which saved the two a lot of effort.

The tomb road is tortuous, like a road around the mountain.

The two walked for a long, long time, and finally came to the end of the tomb.

A large clock, quaint and dusty, blocked their way.

"What kind of mechanism is this?" Hua Luoxue was extremely curious, and also questioned the designer of the tomb: "You said that you put a sword mountain, a sword forest or something, you can understand, but you put a big bell, what do you mean?"

"What does it mean to put a bell in the tomb?" Yi Leng couldn't understand the purpose of the bell.

"Tomb Road Bell, the end of the Tomb Road? Does it tell us that this is the end of the Tomb Road?" Hua Luoxue racked his brains, thinking about how to break the game.

The tomb in front of them is like an iron bucket, with a big bell in front and a big iron ball in the back, and the situation is very unfavorable to them.

You may not be able to see anything in a short time, but after a long time, no matter how smart you are, you will be trapped alive in it.

"No matter, knock on it first, and then talk about it after moving your hands", Yi Leng said, clenched his fist, and lit the bell, which was a punch.

Under the gaze of Hua Luoxue, Yi Leng's fist hit the big bell.

Hua Baoxue hurriedly covered her ears, but the imaginary bell did not appear.

"Ah", I didn't hear the bell ringing, but I saw Yi Leng holding his right hand and jumped up: "It hurts, it hurts!"

"Does it hurt? I don't see how much effort you use?" Hua Luoxue thought, Yi Leng's movements were a bit exaggerated.

"It doesn't hurt, you can try it! This bell has the function of converting virtual to reality, to put it simply, it is to convert physical attacks into mental attacks, you hit it with your fists, and it uses spiritual power to shock you!"

"Virtual-real transformation, mental attack?" Hua Baoxue obviously didn't believe it, clenched his fist with his left hand, and slammed it directly.

If you don't believe it, Hua Baoxue still kept an eye, not afraid of 10,000, just afraid of what happens, try it, you don't have to use too much force.

In the blink of an eye, Hua Baoxue punched the tomb bell. A force struck, like a pinprick in a pin.

The next moment, the tomb bell let out a roar, the sound was loud, far and deep, and the invisible sound waves in a circle swung in all directions.

Yi Leng was stunned for a moment: "This also looks at the face, I look down on people too much!"

Because Hua Baoxue was unprepared, the blood and qi that were shaken by the bell surged, and her mind went blank.

At the moment when both of them lost their minds, the tomb bell emitted a soft white light, sucking the two into the bell. After the white light, the tomb was messy, leaving only a huge pit. The rocks were shattered.

Underground, somewhere.

Here, it was a secluded space, far away from the world. For thousands of years, no matter the passage of time, spring, summer, autumn and winter, or the rise and fall of dynasties, it has been buried deep in the ground and has no dispute with the world.

At this moment, a rare white light appeared, breaking the long-standing silence.

"Ah...... Ah", accompanied by a series of screams, two objects, doing a free-fall movement, from above, smashed down.

Like a calm lake, the oars of a boat swinged, and like salt water falling into boiling oil, it caused a violent reaction.

"Huh", countless blood-red rays of light lit up in this enclosed space, as if smelling the fragrance of flesh and blood, restless, and ready to move.

With a "bang", in an instant, two objects smashed to the ground, dusty.

"Where is this? like, it's a dungeon!" a voice rang out.

It turned out that these two objects, namely Hua Luoxue and Yi Leng, rang the tomb bell, and were passed to a dungeon by the tomb bell, because they were not close to the ground, they were all knocked out.

Just when the two of them were in a trance, countless blood-red rays of light surrounded them.

"What's that? It's scary!" As soon as Hua Luoxue came back to her senses, she was startled by a scene in the distance.

"Ghost!" Yi Leng spat out two words, as if facing a great enemy.

What they are about to face is a group of ghosts, obsessed with the warmth of the world, cutting through the eternal bonds, not knowing the past and the future, wandering in the flood of time, acting on instinct.

"What should I do?" Hua Luoxue panicked.

"What else can I do? Of course, run!" Yi Leng picked up the Tang knife, turned around and fled.

The depression in Hua Baoxue's heart can be imagined, as soon as she left the tomb, she entered the ghost nest again. If the yin soul is only between the virtual and the real, then the ghost is a real entity, and the difference between the two is more than a hundred times.

No wonder Yi Leng, he also has to meet and escape.

The situation is critical, and there is no time to delay, and Hua Baoxue can't take care of it so much, so he picks up the ink sword and runs for his life.

"Woo woo woo", crying loudly, like complaining and crying, miserable, front and back, left and right, everywhere.

Hua Baoxue only felt upset, and for a while, the anger, grief, and took turns to fight, all of which were led out by this cry, gathered in a small abdominal cavity, and it was about to explode.

The ghost followed closely behind the two, gathering more and more, and the cry became louder and louder, at first I could not think about it, but later, the cry shook the sky and drilled straight into the head, making people think about it and feel painful.

Hua Luoxue seemed to have seen a human tragedy, scene by scene, all staged in front of him, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it, so he turned around and walked towards the ghosts, wanting to give them some comfort, so that they would no longer cry and be sad.

This situation was discovered by Yi Leng, and he broke out in a cold sweat, so he hurriedly chased after him and grabbed Hua Baoxue: "You are stupid, that's a ghost, it's going to eat you, do you sympathize with it?"

"I'm sad, I'm so sad!" Hua Xue burst into tears.

"Your mental cultivation is too bad! A little illusion will hit you like this, do you want to find your father, hurry up!" Yi Leng said fiercely, and gave Hua Luoxue a fierce medicine.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Hua Xue woke up like a dream, and there was no attachment to the ghost.

It's a pity that after being delayed for a while, many ghosts pounced.

"Let's go!" Yi Leng didn't give in, and after a knife.

With his trust in Yi Leng, Hua Luoxue didn't say a word, and ran away, if he twisted and pinched again, he would make a mistake.

Hua Baoxue was running, and at a glance, he saw a young man, wielding a Tang knife, his body like electricity, slashing towards the ghost.

Even though the road ahead is bumpy and ghostly, I am not afraid.

This is the first time that Hua Zhuxue has seen the knife that is easy to cold, blooming with light, thousands, thousands of flowers, outlining the pear blossoms of a tree, dignified, holy, but secretly murderous.

"Falling flower knife method, pear blossom begonia!"

A good falling flower knife method, a good pear blossom begonia, as elegant as its name, as beautiful as its artistic conception, this knife cutting out the process, is the life of pear blossoms.

From budding, to budding, from blooming, to flowering, when it stretches its body and fully blooms, it is extremely beautiful. As a result, the prosperity and decline are also the moment when the curtain is about to end, and the killing machine is also flourishing to the extreme.

Coupled with the talent for easy coldness, penance, and the increase brought by the Thunderbird meat, this knife really amazed the time.

"Huhu", the few ghosts who rushed to the front, were torn apart by the knife qi and turned into the original black qi again.

As soon as the black qi was born, it was immediately attracted by some force, and flew in one direction.

Normally, the ghost is shattered, either dissipated or regrouped, but it is the first time it is sucked away.

An inexplicable light flashed in Yi Leng's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Chase!"

Hua Baoxue understood, immediately turned around and chased after him.

There are constantly ghosts blocking the way along the way, the two don't dare to fight, they can hide, they can't dodge, they really can't dodge, Yi Leng only took action to clean up, after all, ghosts are also energy bodies, they need sword qi to disperse, and they make frequent moves, and it is inevitable that they will not be able to continue their efforts.

Moreover, the ghosts in the rear, in a steady stream, are coming, the two of them, with fine skin and tender meat, have been moistened by the meat of the ptarmigan, and they are full of blood, which has infinite temptation for the ghosts and ghosts.

Wherever they went, ghosts would swarm in, like lights in the night. They must fight quickly to have a glimmer of hope, and every moment of delay increases the danger.

Half an hour later, they fled into a cloister. The cloister winds around and leads to the forest hall.