Someone on the high platform?

This sentence was so close that it didn't scare the other five people to death. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This white bone platform is too high, and everyone can't see anything on it, just facing the skull wall in front of them already makes people's scalps tingle. Hearing that there were still people above, I couldn't help but be so frightened that my legs went limp.

Shang Bai hurriedly asked, "Yingying, what are you talking about?"

Ding Yingying trembled with fright, and said in a trembling voice: "...... Topmost...... There was a female ...... sitting on it The woman's ...... Hair is so long...... It's so long, it's long...... Blue Hair ...... It's scary......"

The woman's focus is really different, Shang Bai pursed his lips and asked, "So, is that woman dead or alive now?"

If you live, you don't have to say anything, just run away. If you die, you can go up and see if there are any treasures left.

Ding Yingying had the courage to put her divine sense over and sensed it, and her trembling body gradually calmed down, and said: "That woman is like skin wrapped in bones, sitting there motionless, and there is a sword inserted in her body, which is inserted from the back of her neck, she should be dead, right?"

Probably dead, right?

Since there is a sealing technique of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao here, the sword on the woman's head should be the hand of the predecessor of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao. I thought that it should be that woman's cultivation of evil methods here, which alarmed the senior masters of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao, so he shot to kill this woman, and sealed the crypt here by the way, so as not to leak out the yin qi and harm people. The masters of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao have all made a move, and I think that the woman has no reason to survive, right? And I don't know how many hundred years have passed, and after being nailed by a sword for so long, where is it possible to live?

Thinking about it like this, everyone was a little bolder, and they were ready to go up to see what was going on. The high platform, which is several zhang high, is not a place that cannot be reached by monks above the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

Several people jumped on the high platform, and saw that there was indeed a female corpse sitting in the center of the high platform, the female corpse was dressed in a black robe, and her head was lowered and sat cross-legged on the high platform made of white bones, and a sword hilt was exposed behind her neck, but the whole person was nailed to this white bone platform by the sword. I think the sword was stabbed from above, and because she had her head down, her head dodged the sword, but not the back of her neck.

After seeing the female corpse, Shang Bai knew why Ding Yingying emphasized her hair. Because her hair was so long, it hung straight down from her head and then piled up in a big pile. If it is straightened, I am afraid that it will not be a few zhang long. The hair was not black, but blue. Under the faint light of the night pearl, a female corpse sat alone on the white bone platform, her long hair was like a waterfall, her hair was slightly blue, and it was indescribably eerie and terrifying.

A few people bravely walked in front of the female corpse to see if there were any magic weapons left. But except for this female corpse, there are only a lot of white bones around, which doesn't look like a magic weapon is hidden.

Li Yi stretched out his hand and pulled the black robe of the female corpse, and praised: "After hundreds of years, this fabric is still so strong, it should be a magic robe, and it should be worth some money when you peel it off, right?"

"Let me try. Wang Lin also leaned over, stretched out his fingers, and used his mana to poke hard at the black robe, and the black robe was not damaged at all. His finger kung fu is very famous in the nearby scattered cultivation circle, and after the mana is enough, as soon as he points down, even a cow will be poked to death with one finger. Now that he saw that there was no reaction when he poked on the black robe, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It must be a magic robe, and the value will not be low." It's still a magic weapon. I think it's worth the trip if we peel off this piece of clothing and sell it. ”

"Here...... This...... Is this a legendary storage ring?" Yan Daxin couldn't help but shout excitedly when he saw a ring on the female corpse's right index finger.

The storage ring is really a legendary thing for casual cultivation. Just a magic weapon-level storage bag is already very valuable, and one almost costs hundreds of spirit stones. But the storage ring, that is a magic weapon-level storage tool, the cheapest one will cost tens of thousands of spirit stones. And, most importantly - it was a monk's storage tool, and everything of value was put into it, and it was a treasure trove in itself. It is not known how much of value there is in it.

Yan Daxin's discovery attracted the attention of several other people, and when they saw the ring on the shriveled finger of the female corpse, their eyes lit up. He Tong glanced at Shang Bai even more, and thought: "The senior master of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao is really magnificent, and after the demon is eliminated, he left without even picking up other people's storage rings." ”

Shang Bai also thought of this layer, and said secretly: "Loser, that senior is really a loser! Storage ring! Just one storage ring is worth how many spirit stones, not to mention that there may be a lot of treasures inside!"

Thinking that the master of this sect had missed out on this large treasure, he felt so painful in his heart. Glancing at the sword inserted in the back of the woman's neck, he said, "Fellow Daoists, this sword was left by the predecessors of this sect to eliminate demons, and you should have no opinion on taking it away, right?"

Before they came, they discussed how to distribute the treasure after they got it, and it was decided that He Tong would account for 40%, Shang Bai would account for 20%, and the remaining four would each account for 10%. Now that he withdrew from the sword, it was a thing of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao, but it meant that he had to take it alone, and it would not be included in the next treasure distribution.

He Tong and the other four looked at each other and nodded. The sword of the predecessors of the Mixed Yuan Kendo Master, they didn't dare to use it even if they got it. What's more, Shang Bai was originally a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao, so it was only natural for him to get back his own things.

Shang Bai was also a little happy to see that they had no objections. He wanted to take this sword, of course, not to keep it for himself, but to take it back and give it to the sect, so that he could form a good relationship with the sect's higher-ups.

He walked behind the woman's corpse, grabbed the hilt of the sword stuck in the back of her neck, and slowly pulled the sword up.

No one noticed that when he drew his sword, the long eyelashes of the female corpse's drooping face moved slightly.

At the inner gate of the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao, on the top of the verdant peak towering above the clouds, on the top of a white tower as high as a hundred zhang, a woman in a green shirt was sitting on the white lotus platform with her eyes closed. Behind her is a sword wheel phantom made up of eighteen swords. The eighteen swords were all pointed outward, and as she breathed, they breathed cold light. Although it is only a phantom condensation, it gives people a sense of indestructible sharpness.

Suddenly, there was a phantom of a sword in the sword wheel that let out a clear groan, and then the light was great, turning from the phantom into substance, and suddenly appeared there.

The green-shirted woman's closed eyes snapped open.

As she opened her eyes, the phantom of the sword circle behind her shrank into her body, and in an instant, her whole body flashed like a sharp sword.

She stood up from the white lotus platform, took a deep look at the side, lifted her step slightly, and then disappeared.

In the crypt, on the high platform of white bones, Shang Bai pulled out the sword, and felt a huge pulling force from the sword, breaking the hilt from his hand, and then turning into a streamer of light rising into the sky and disappearing in front of him. He was dumbfounded and muttered, "What the hell is this? Why did it fly away on its own?"

Wang Lin was holding the right hand of the female corpse and was about to take off the ring, the hand of the female corpse was shriveled like a thin piece of skin wrapped around a few bones, and the nails were a few feet long, which looked outrageous. However, thinking that the ring was likely to be a storage ring, his heart was hot, and he didn't have that kind of fear. When he was about to masturbate, he heard Shang Bai muttering there, so he looked up. I just wanted to ask something, but suddenly I felt a chill in my heart and a colic. Looking down, a fingernail of the female corpse pierced through his chest, piercing his heart.

His last thought was: "Lao Tzu was actually killed by a finger!"

The woman's fingers sank into his chest, and long nails pierced his back, piercing him in half. However, not a trace of blood spilled from his wound, but the whole person quickly dried up.

At this strange change, several people around the female corpse were shocked, and hurriedly retreated back, shouting one after another: "Fake the corpse!

In just a few breaths, Wang Lin turned into a dried corpse, and the shriveled right hand of the female corpse gradually became plump, and the body under the black robe was also inflated as if only a few dry bones were also inflated. Seeing this strange scene, the remaining five people were dumbfounded, their scalps were numb, and they all stayed there.

Ding Yingying suddenly screamed: "She...... She lived...... She's alive!"

In her divine sense, a huge vitality in the woman's corpse erupted, immense, incredible, where did it look like a corpse?

Shang Bai and the others' divine consciousness was disturbed by the gloomy yin qi, and they couldn't sense any qi at all, so they could only look at it with their eyes. They looked over again, and saw that the female corpse's lowered head had begun to move, slowly rising upward, and the faint blue hair that covered her face like a curtain parted as she looked up, revealing an extremely bright face.

The hair is slightly blue, and the beauty is like jade.

It was originally a very beautiful picture, but on this white bone platform, in front of Wang Lin's shriveled corpse, it looked indescribably weird.

The five wanted to escape, but now they were suppressed by a huge coercion, and they had no strength to escape.

Shang Bai had resisted the coercion of Wang Youzhi in the middle stage of Jindan in the Wonderful Garden, but that coercion was not even one percent worse than the coercion that was suppressing them now.

The realm of that female corpse was by no means a golden pill, and even the Yuanying Monk could not have such a vast coercion.

Turning into a god? or returning to the void?

He couldn't be sure.

The corners of the female corpse's mouth were slightly raised, a smile appeared on her face, she opened her mouth, and made a hoarse voice: "Hehe, it turns out that my Mrs. Jinse is not dead yet." Hehe, hehe, hehehe. ”

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant, which is probably the reason why he has not spoken for hundreds of years. But with a smile and a smile, it began to become mellow. The yin qi in the crypt was so thick that it was almost substantial and began to pour into her body frantically as she recovered. The yin qi around her was like a whirlpool, and she sat in the center of the whirlpool, absorbing those yin qi wantonly.

She laughed wildly and insolently. And the five people who were suppressed by her and couldn't move, there was only a coldness in their hearts.