There is only one road to the main gate of the underground palace, the person in front of him is not slow but not fast, Li Wenshuo fell silently behind, and he didn't see any traps along the way.

Come to think of it, the people who come here are usually their own people, and outsiders have the ability to enter here, and the general trap will not play a role.

And after climbing over the three-zhang high wall, Li Wenshuo has never seen a man in black again.

By this time, most of the people in the rows of houses were already asleep.

Even if someone didn't sleep, it was just some maids or handymen, of course, he also saw a pair of men and women who had a private meeting, looking at the outfits, it should be a young lady with some status.

The whole Ghost Forest Hall looks like a wealthy deep mansion and a large courtyard is like a Jianghu sect, where all kinds of nobles live, and what is here should be just some backyard women, or Miss Gongzi's fight for the family business, and it is not a martial arts vendetta.

At this time, the herald who suddenly appeared in the courtyard was a little conspicuous.

His movements are not sneaky, but they are by no means above board.

In fact, even the high-ranking sons and young masters of the Ghost Forest Hall Master's own family would never be allowed to approach this dungeon.

It stands to reason that such a thing should not be built in an inner house.

But things here are so important.

The air in the dungeon was moving slowly, but the firelight on the walls on both sides was still flickering, and the light and shadow were shaking.

Two more men in black appeared in front.

It seems that the guard inside the door has a much higher status than this herald, and as soon as he saw it, this herald who was carrying three thin swords on his back and had reached the realm of Xianfeng bowed his head and saluted, and respectfully presented a square black token with both hands.

Then the two of them nodded expressionlessly, and the herald walked over.

followed by Li Wenshuo and walked out, because he felt that he was going to pass after all.

He was also dressed in black at this time, but he only had a sword on his back, and his outfit was also very different from that of other Ghost Forest Hall disciples.

And most importantly, this place is not a place where you can come at any time.

The two guards frowned, and one of them said coldly, "Who are you? ”

Before Li Wenshuo could speak, another person had already made a move, he obviously had a status and martial arts above the herald master of Fang Cai, but what he made was still the sword of the lowest disciple of the Ghost Forest Hall.

The shot was extremely abrupt, a sword stabbed at Li Wenshuo's heart, and a knife slashed at Li Wenshuo's neck, obviously just one person, but it was like two extremely tacit masters cooperating with each other.

Li Wenshuo made a move, he lightly slapped through the knife and sword that came from the sandwich, and landed on the top of the person's head, and then the other party's body weakened, and he fell down beside him, and before the sword and knife touched him, he was shaken away by an invisible force.

The other person looked at this scene, his pupils shrank, and he was about to retreat subconsciously.

But he had only just taken a step back, and Li Wenshuo came to him, and when he reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, Li Wenshuo had already choked his neck, and his fingers were slightly forced, that is, he pinched his throat.

At this time, he paused for a moment, took the sword off his back, held it in his hand, held the scabbard in his left hand, and could draw the sword at any time with his right hand.

He did not hesitate and strode forward.

After a few steps, there was a stone flat with a circle of twenty or thirty zhang in front of him, torches were burning all around the flat and on the top, and in the center of the stone flat was a huge white jade coffin.

It is three zhang long, and the surface is carved with complex patterns, just looking at the style, Li Wenshuo estimates that even if the emperor is buried, it is to this extent.

So why is there a coffin here, and who is lying in the coffin?

But when he came here, the Heavenly Demon Banner Sword didn't have any too special reaction, obviously this was not the thing that moved this magic weapon.

Of course, in addition to the coffin, there are many people on this stone lawn, and there are ten black-clothed people, all of whom are heralds with three thin swords on their backs and have the realm of Xianfeng.

The people I saw along the way, the lowest realm seemed to be showing their edge, it seemed that ordinary disciples were not qualified to step into this place at all, and the background of the Ghost Forest Hall was deeper than imagined.

But it didn't work.

These ten people were responsible for guarding here, and the moment Li Wenshuo walked in, they saw Li Wenshuo, and after being slightly stunned, they pulled out their weapons and rushed up.

The guards of the underground palace of the Ghost Forest Hall change people every three days, and if anyone wants to come, except for the hall master himself, he will basically pass it on one day in advance.

And this black-clothed swordsman with a sword is obviously not a good person.

But now it's different from the past, Li Wenshuo is now almost a complete kendo, and looking at the world, there are only a few people who can be called opponents.

The gap between the two sides is too great.

Li Wenshuo held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and there seemed to be a flash of sword light under the firelight, and when the ten heralds reacted, they were all stunned, as if nothing had happened.

The black-clothed swordsman's sword was still in its sheath, and his hand was still on the hilt, as if it had not moved.

Then the next moment, they covered their necks one after another, blood gushed out from between their fingers, no matter how they couldn't stop it, life was passing little by little, and with the sound of falling to the ground, the surroundings became quiet again.

At this time, Li Wenshuo had the opportunity to take a closer look at the white jade coffin in front of him.

The coffin was three feet long and seven feet high.

Li Wenshuo tapped the side wall with his fingers, his heart was placed in this underground palace like this, and it couldn't really be just a corpse when he sent so many masters to guard it.

If it was a corpse, wouldn't it be a person with a deep relationship with the Ghost Forest Hall to enjoy this kind of treatment, and in that case, how could he not be allowed to be buried in peace?

It can't be some kind of treasure god weapon or something.

Li Wenshuo thought like this, and patted his palm lightly on the coffin, and the coffin lid weighing hundreds of pounds flew out.

He looked inside, there were no imaginary treasures and weapons, not even hidden weapons, except for an eight-foot-long blue jade sarcophagus, there was nothing.

Li Wenshuo went down to the coffin, and gently pressed his hand on the coffin, only to feel a piercing chill directly invade his tendons.

He frowned slightly, and said in his heart that this thing is really weird.

This level of cold naturally can't hurt him, and this cold is on the coffin, which seems to be related to this stone, and it doesn't seem to be meant to hurt people.

With a slight force on his fingers, he opened the sarcophagus, and the cold corpse qi rushed to his face, turning into a hideous black ghost-like thing.

Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, he snorted, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, but in an instant, the black qi was shattered by the sword qi.

He looked down into the coffin, and there was a corpse lying inside, about fifty or sixty years old, with a pale face, atrophied muscles, and the clothes on his body were not rotten, but it could be seen that the age was a little old.

Li Wenshuo swept the body with his thoughts.

After a person dies, even if it is well preserved, there will be nothing in the corpse, and even the vitality has been dissipated, let alone the true qi martial arts cultivated during his lifetime?

But he could still see at a glance that the corpse lying down was a rare master.

His tiger's mouth was covered with a thick layer of calluses, the meridians in his body were unobstructed, wide, and most importantly, there was a sword lying beside him.

The sword is engraved with the word "iron thorn".

This corpse frowned, after passing for so long, it seemed that there was still something unwilling, but Li Wenshuo knew that this was absolutely impossible.

He focused on probing the eyebrows of the corpse with his mind, and sure enough, he found that there was a round stone bead there, which was pale cyan, and the surface of the stone bead had complicated lines, which seemed to be some kind of talisman seal, exuding a faint coldness.

Li Wenshuo raised the long sword in his hand, and broke a hole the size of a thumb belly at the center of the corpse's eyebrows, and the stone bead was dragged by the force of the tip of the sword and flew out of the corpse's eyebrows and fell onto the sword.

Li Wenshuo noticed that the moment the stone bead came out, the force that caused the corpse's brows to frown disappeared instantly, and his face became smooth again.

Li Wenshuo looked at this stone bead, his hands were cold, but there was nothing special about it, but he also knew that it was impossible for such a thing to be born in the human body.

He thought of Lingxiu Mountain again, and thought of their strange survival spirits, borrowing the secret technique of reincarnation of corpses, could it be that this stone bead was the secret of reincarnation?