The old man sighed and said, "Why do you want to chase after the wind and shadow to believe these untenable words? It has been more than 10,000 years since we were expelled from the clan, if the holy bone is really here, how can the people of the upper clan be allowed to keep it until now?"

The strange man in black sneered: "Hmph, you still make quibbles when disaster comes! This is simple, let the old man search for it!"

The old man was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Where do you come from?"

The strange man in black laughed and said, "When you bow down, let's talk about the way back!"

Before the words fell, a group of people suddenly jumped out of the darkness outside the cave, tall, short, fat and thin, and there were all kinds of people.

The barbarian warriors sitting in front of them suddenly saw this, and their faces were full of resentment, and their bodies were full of blood and fire.

Haoshou Laozi glanced at it and said indifferently: "Very good, you still understand the rules, if you really have the courage to come, come with me!"

As he spoke, he propped himself up and turned to leave. At this moment, the wind and clouds in the cave were roaring and the darkness was stained, and the surroundings were sealed and frozen, and even time and space were suddenly stagnant, and the lives of all the people in the cave were only decided by his thoughts.

Thinking about it, the old man had already taken precautions, and when the seal was about to rise, the bean lamp in his palm "beeped" and exploded, and immediately hundreds of millions of lights shone through, and the dark aura melted away in an instant like ice and fire, and the air was bright and bright again. It seems that what has just happened has never happened from beginning to end.

The old man smiled "haha", raised his feet and stepped into the stone wall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Almost at the same time, the black-clothed strange man grabbed a person in the air, raised his hand and followed the figure of the old man into the stone wall. It is not someone else, it is Chen Fengxiao, thinking that his skills are the shallowest among the monks and are of little use, and it is most suitable to use him to explore the way.

It turned out that the atmosphere of this place was weird, and the black-clothed strangers did not dare to use barbarians and demon beasts lightly. Therefore, in the peak forest, he commanded Xuan Bat to kill and rob five people, and used his essence blood to "confuse" Zhou, Kong, Zhang, Hong, and Chen into it, so that he could use it.

After a while, the strange man in black seemed to feel something, and immediately "giggled", and his figure swayed and rose to the ground, and when he jumped, it turned into seven or eight dazzling black flames, and quickly shot into the stone wall like a meteor.

In an instant, the cave was empty, and the needles could be heard, and after a moment's pause, all of a sudden, the black qi on the bodies of Hong Guangyi and the others was overflowing like demon gods, and they each roared and rushed up.

The whirl-strewn man on the right hand side of the two leading barbarians in front of him jumped up and shouted, "Wild!"

The thunder-patterned man on the left hand side took the lead in splitting and slashing, and said hatefully: "Their minds have long been robbed, and they are no longer from our clan. Brothers, Wan Wu has pity on me, and I will kill them all!"

There was no mercy between the words, and the blood and qi all over his body surged, and a four-inch long flame was ignited, and the brilliance was too fierce to look at. The halberd in his hand flew up, smashing like a mountain and slashing straight at it. The whirl-patterned man next to him also raised a four-inch blood fire, and more than a dozen barbarian men behind him rushed up to kill.

It stands to reason that with the skill of two inches of blood and fire in the wild, it is difficult to match, who would have thought that after his own black smoke was inaccessible, he would be like a demon god, and for a while it was not much different from the whirlwind man.

Needless to say, although the human race does not value blood and strength, it has its own advantages in magic. Although he has long been demented, most of the many techniques he has practiced are still there, and he is about to die at the moment. Even if there is a spiritual suppression here, a four-inch master like the Thunder Pattern Man is forced to retreat again and again by them, and he is embarrassed.

At this moment, the dark place outside the cave screamed and exploded, and the debris in the cave "poured down", and in the blink of an eye, two large black fireworks and fireballs of urns swept through the sky. The speed is faster than the lightning, and the momentum is terrifying to the thunder.

The thunder-patterned man and the whirl-patterned man saw that their teeth were cracked, and they raised their heads and shouted, each of them boiling with blood and fire, like the god of war coming to the world. The besieging people did not realize that their blood and spirit were stagnant, and they were all shocked back a few steps by a breath of vitality.

Between the delays, the black fireworks fireball arrived, and the thunder-patterned man and the whirl-patterned man each took one of them to meet the "boom", the explosion was deafening, and the rocks fell in the cave, almost wanting to collapse.

In a trance, I saw two black flames scattered and exploded, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into thousands of sharp-horned bats, up and down, left and right, and pounced fiercely in all directions.

After half an hour, everyone was tired and scarred, and suddenly they felt that the mountain room was shaking, shaking like an earthquake. When I was frightened, I heard a faint crackling sound out of nowhere, and then there was a magic voice, far and near, left and right, as if in the depths of the soul in my mind, like between the blood and the ocean. When the barbarians, beasts, and people heard this sound, the anger on their bodies disappeared in an instant, and the blades "clanged" and fell, and the fighting was pacified.

This sound only sounded for a moment, and the stone wall that had previously passed through the people silently shone with a clear and crisp brilliance, and the barbarians and demons were looking forward to it, and their eyes were full of admiration, and they walked in turn with their chests and legs raised, leaving Hong Guangyi and several people to stand on the spot, sluggish and speechless.

It is only said that as soon as the barbarian demons stepped into the stone wall, they were in a trance as if they had entered another world. At a glance, the length and width of the surrounding area are quite large and smooth, and it is actually a secret cave. Look at the four walls of the cave again, there is a palm-wide crack on the left oblique, and a trace of aura is escaping from it, and the light smoke is like a fairyland.

On both sides of the stone wall is a deep niche for people, in which sits the lifelike remains of a barbarian warrior sitting cross-legged. Even though he has long since died, there is immeasurable power that escapes. I think this is the burial place of the rhino abandoned clan of the White Bone Village, relying on a small hidden natural spiritual vein, if it weren't for this, after thousands of years, the remains of these barbarians would have turned into rotten bones.

Look at it again, there is a stone platform half a zhang wide chiseled in front of the front, and the carving is complex and exquisite on all sides. On it, there is a palm-sized green jade box, the lid has been opened, and a colorful light shines out inside. Although its brightness is not very strong and dazzling, it has its own indescribable majesty lingering in it, so that people dare not peep more.

Under the stone platform, the old man who had fallen to the ground obliquely before was already out of breath, and there was no trace of a fight in the grotto, and he didn't know how the old man died.

The black-clothed strange man next to him trembled and knelt on his side, reciting words to himself in his mouth, and his tone was high and low, like crying and complaining.

At this time, the black-clothed strange man listened to the audience and the demon came in through the wall, so he suddenly stopped, and spit out a black tripod the size of a walnut, with three legs and four ears in an ordinary style. Fang immediately turned in the air as soon as he came out of his mouth, turning into a four- or five-foot appearance, fluttering in mid-air.

The black-clothed strange man silently sent several black gases in, and suddenly a low roar came out from the ding, not very loud, like the sound of an ordinary beast.

Somehow, when the barbarians and demons heard this, they fell to the ground in an instant, trembling and turning into a pile of red blood, and even the previous thunder and whirl men were not lucky.