Five days have passed in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow is the day when the graveyard of death opens. Yan Pengfei gathered everyone and prepared to go to the death cemetery.

Led everyone to the open space of Sikong Mansion, where a beautiful flying ship was parked.

Seeing the flying ship, Haotian couldn't help but praise it again. This flying ship is not large, but it is very beautiful, and it is a treasure-class flying ship.

Under the guidance of Yan Pengfei, everyone entered the flying ship.

The flying ship has more than a dozen rooms, each with a similar layout, but without exception, the decoration is very beautiful and luxurious.

In addition to Yan Pengfei's escort, there were also fifty masters of the Spirit Transformation Period and dozens of Spirit Gathering Period monks on the flying ship. Such a powerful force is enough to deter some Xiaoxiao.

"Brother Ji, let's go and rest first. Sikong Yan stepped forward and said.

At the speed of a treasure-class flying ship, it would take less than three hours to reach the graveyard of death. But the Graveyard of Death won't open until noon tomorrow, so it's not fast.

"It's okay, I can't sleep anyway, just look at the scenery. Haotian smiled slightly.

Sikong Yan nodded, did it too, and took out a bottle of spirit wine, "Since that's the case, then it's not bad for you and my brother to taste wine here." After saying that, he poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

Haotian took the wine glass and drank it all, "Good wine." ”

The two of them comfortably pushed the cup at the bow of the boat to change the lamp, and the few Sikong family guards who were in charge of the guards in the distance were indeed very shocked in their hearts.

Since Sikong Yan was born, the entire Sikong family has held this young master in the palm of their hands, afraid that he would bump into him, and did their best to protect him.

This made his heart somewhat lonely.

Since meeting Qi Yu and others, this feeling has decreased a lot, but it has never been like today, opening up and smiling alone to drink and chat with people.

Several young men who ignored their curiosity looked up and down at the young man who was drinking with his young master. They couldn't understand why this young man could be so close to his young master.

"What a good night, you guys are drinking at the bow of the boat, and you don't know how to call me. A slightly dissatisfied voice came from not far away.

"Senior Brother Qingyan, it turned out to be you. There is so much nonsense about wanting to drink. Sikong Yan smiled slightly, took out another delicate wine glass, and poured it full of wine by the way.

"I just can't sleep and want to drink something. What do you want? Qingyan didn't talk nonsense, sat directly next to the two of them, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

After drinking, I couldn't help but praise a few times.

The three of them smiled at each other and began to drink. There weren't too many words, but the anger between the three of them was very harmonious.

"I'll be at the graveyard tomorrow, and I don't want anything. You can get a good magic weapon, or an elixir. Qingyan said with a smile.

This is the place where the Great War of Righteousness and Demons was fought 10,000 years ago, leaving behind a lot of pills and magic weapons, and even some masters left their own Dao inheritance before they died.

These monks who participated in the battle of the righteous demons are all masters, so as long as they get their inheritance and the secret protection left on their bodies, they can definitely cultivate a super master.

In order to compete for these things, you must not only guard against the dangers in the graveyard of the dead, but also against the greedy monks from snatching the treasure.

Although many of the monks who died in the cemetery of death died in the traps in the cemetery, most of them were killed by other greedy monks.

Sometimes you even have to guard against the sneak attack of the brothers around you, after all, there are too many treasures in the death cemetery, and some people with poor hearts will turn against each other for these things.

Therefore, the monks who entered in groups were also on guard against each other. Only when facing other strong enemies will they strike together to resist outsiders.

The team gathered by Sikong Yan, except for Haotian, are all friends who have been friends for more than ten years, they have known each other since they were children, they know each other well, and they are not afraid of problems.

If it weren't for Sikong Yan to speak, Qi Yu and the others would not have let Haotian join.

The three of them pushed the cups and changed the glasses, and from time to time they could hear someone's laughter. For Qingyan, Haotian feels good, this is a person who can be befriended.

After getting along with each other for a while, Qingyan gradually accepted Haotian as a new member.

Soon, three bottles of spirit wine were in their stomachs, and in order not to affect tomorrow's affairs, the three of them did not continue to drink.

......

In the dim sky in the distance, there were two faint hints of nothingness.

"It's getting dawn. Haotian looked up at the sky in the distance, the light became brighter and brighter, and a round of shimmering sun gradually rose from the distance.

The three of them chatted and drank each other, and came over all night in the blink of an eye.

"It's so beautiful, I never thought it was so beautiful when the sun rose. Qingyan muttered to himself, and his heart gradually let go.

"yes, before we knew it, we were missing out on so much goodness. A voice echoed it, it wasn't Sikong Yan or someone.

Haotian also sighed with emotion, after so many years of urgent life, he seemed to have forgotten to slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way.

Shaking his head lightly, he knew that this idea could not be had, he was not like others, he lived so easily, and he still had a lot of things to accomplish.

Maybe one day in the future, when he stands at the top of the continent, he can let go of everything and chase a peaceful life. There was no time for him to rest now.

......

With only half an hour to go, the ship finally arrived at its destination. The scene in front of him made Haotian really surprised.

In the distance, there were nearly a hundred flying ships in the sky.

Below the flying ship was a huge valley with more than a dozen rings built. There were many monks in the ring, and tens of thousands of monks under the ring gathered there to shout.

"What's going on?" Haotian looked at Sikong Yan beside him suspiciously. He had never entered the graveyard of death, and how could he have known what was going on.

"They're competing for a place. Yan Pengfei's voice came.

Haotian was slightly stunned, "What quota?"

"Places to enter the cemetery of the dead. Sikong Yan said.

After some explanation, Hao Tiantian understood. The Graveyard of the Dead is opened every hundred years, with a maximum of 10,000 monks entering each time. If this amount is exceeded, it will cause turmoil in the internal space, and the secret realm will be closed early.

Ten thousand places may seem like a lot, but compared to the monks of the Land of Chaos, it is not worth mentioning. This number is not enough for those families and forces alone.

Although they had the intention to swallow all the places, the heads of the major forces did not dare to risk the disapproval of the world, so out of the 10,000 places, the major forces occupied 5,000, and the remaining 5,000 places were given to loose cultivators.

There are so many scattered cultivators in the land of chaos, how can five thousand places be enough, so the major forces propose to compete for places.

For thousands of years, whenever the secret realm was opened. There were more than 100,000 disciples gathered at the entrance of the cemetery of death to compete for places. After some fighting, more than 100,000 scattered cultivators finally determined the ownership of 5,000 places. These people will follow the disciples of the major forces into the graveyard of death.