"Senior Brother Yue, I invited you back. Qi Buke said, "Fairy Lingmei was born in the Great Gate Sect, there must be a way." ”

Seeing that it was Qi Buke, Yue Qianjun waved his hand weakly, "That's it, I don't blame you." ”

Seeing that their senior brothers were stiff, Fairy Lingmei hurriedly took out a jade bottle, "This is the secret medicine of my Immortal Dojo, the bamboo shoot marrow dew that can strengthen the spirit god, I only have the amount of this bottle on me, you can use it!"

Dan Fengsheng saw the liquid in the jade bottle and showed a surprised expression, "Is this really the dew of the bamboo shoots?"

He cultivated the way of spiritual swordsmanship, and he knew all kinds of secret medicines for cultivating spirit gods in the great world of cultivating immortals, and the bamboo shoot marrow dew was undoubtedly the most precious one among them.

This elixir is extremely producible, and the growing conditions are very harsh, and it can still be bred and produced in ancient times, but now, only a small piece of medicinal field mastered by the Immortal Dojo can produce three or five bottles per year.

Fairy Ling Mei is the proud daughter of the heavens of the Immortal Dojo, and she has only accumulated a whole bottle of bamboo shoot spiritual liquid for so many years.

After listening to Dan Fengsheng's explanation, Yue Qianjun and the others looked at Fairy Lingmei's eyes more and more relaxed.

"In that case, it's troublesome for the Lingmei Fairy. ”

Dan Fengsheng put his hands and ten fingers facing each other, and the light rose from his palms, condensing into an oil lamp, the flame of which fluttered lightly, completely unaffected by the outside world.

"Heart Lantern Road, help me find my senior brother!" Dan Fengsheng pointed to the oil lamp, the flame of the lamp rotated around, slowly stopped, and fixed in a certain direction.

The flame of the lamp is like a guide array, piercing through the vast void and finding the place where the spirit god of Qingzhou is trapped.

"Senior brothers, now we are reasonable and pass on the power of the spirit to the past. ”

Dan Fengsheng was surrounded by Yue Qianjun and the others, as well as the newly joined Lingmei Fairy, and the spirit spirit suspended above his head was lifelike, and his power was thrown into the flames of the lamp, which was refined into a crystal light, connected into a slender silk thread, and thrown into the depths of the void.

At this moment, all the Mahayana monks of the Sword Alliance, releasing the spirit gods, assisting Dan Fengsheng to cast the Heart Lantern Guide, are in a completely defenseless state, if there is an invasion by foreign enemies, the whole army will be annihilated.

The people of the Sword Alliance had already prepared, and the rest of the sword cultivators formed a Void Sword Formation to protect them in the center of the large array, and if the foreign enemy wanted to hurt them, unless the entire Sword Formation was penetrated, in this way, they would definitely pay a heavy price.

Dan Fengsheng and the others joined forces, and the silk threads shot out by the lamp flame traveled through the void, penetrating the layers of space and folding, and soon reached an unknown void.

Qingzhou felt a tingling pain in his temples, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a cold and gloomy tomb with countless burial figurines.

Different from the imperial tombs, these clay figurines are not formed army soldiers, but all kinds of people, including brave and fierce men with bearded hair, young men with feminine and beautiful fans, beautiful women with beautiful faces, and ugly women with terrifying expressions.

A clay figurine with different shapes, if it is not the color of the earth, it looks like a real person.

The appearance of this tomb is too weird, Qingzhou remembers that he was fighting with the white fox just now, and somehow, he was pulled into this tomb, surrounded by cold and humid air, although it was quiet and there was no sound, but it made Qingzhou instinctively feel bad.

Qingzhou walked through the tomb, but saw that there were dead ends all around, and he couldn't find a way to break through, and his heart became more and more anxious, the longer the time dragged on, the farther the white fox and Zhou Ning went.

"I have to get out!"

As soon as Qing Zhou stretched out his hand, he was about to summon the magic weapon of the flying sword, but he felt that his body was empty, and he was suddenly shocked, it turned out that it had been so long, and he had not yet discovered that he was now in a spiritual state, not a physical form.

It's too bad that Qingzhou is not a spiritual god who specializes in cultivating spiritual gods, and after losing his physical body, most of his power has been abolished, just ordinary Mahayana monk spiritual gods.

Qingzhou was upset and irritable, and reached out to hit the clay figurines beside her, which shook violently and fell into the dirt.

As the large pieces of earth peeled off, the inside of the figurines was revealed, and it turned out to be a monk with his eyes closed.

As if sensing it, the monk opened his eyes, and his pupils were empty, as if he had no soul at all, a lifeless shell.

"The Four Tribulations Monk is hopeless, and I will be in my tomb forever!"

I don't know from which corner, this extremely majestic sentence was raised, and Qing Zhou could hear that it was the voice of the white fox.

After the first figurines appeared, the other figurines in the tomb were triggered by a chain reaction, and the top layer of soil clods peeled off, revealing the original appearance, which was actually all kinds of monks, except for the different appearances, the eyes were generally godless, as if the soul was drained.

"Six Tribulations Monk Sanhua Tianzun, Yongzhen My Mausoleum!"

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"Eleventh Tribulation Venerable Genghuan Tianzun, Yongzhen My Mausoleum!"

Majestic words rang out, echoing above the tomb.

Looking at these monks, all of whom were Venerables of the Tribulation Realm, a chill rose in Qing Zhou's heart, and he understood what kind of place this was.

The white fox demon beast is ferocious, killing a large number of monks, and when it encounters the Venerable of the Tribulation, it detains their souls and refines them into human figurines with secret methods, and this tomb is also the living tomb it built for itself, and these figurines are guarded.

The intrusion of Qingzhou, an outsider, immediately aroused the reaction of countless clay figurines, and they wanted to use means to kill him, a foreign enemy.

Seeing the frenzied figurines in front of him, Qing Zhou's hairs stood up all over his body, so many figurines of the Tribulation level, any one of them could easily perish him countless times.

"Kneel, kneel!"

The Warriors turned their heads in unison, turned their gaze to Qing Zhou, and then spoke, their voices in unison.

The overwhelming momentum is coming, the Qingzhou is oppressed, and the thousands of doomed figurines in the tomb are connected, more ferocious than the sea tide, more intense than the mountain wind.

Qingzhou took a step back, and countless momentum condensed, like a huge iron hammer, smashing into Qingzhou's chest, making him spit out a cloud of cyan liquid, which was the origin of the spirit god, which meant that the spirit god of Qing Zhou had been hit hard.

"Get on your knees!" A figurine in the shape of a boy spoke.

"Surrender, drive for me, Yongzhen Mausoleum. The old man's figurines answered.

"Those who do not accept it will be reduced to ashes by ten thousand calamities. The childe-like figurines continued.

Qingzhou's eyes are full of gold stars, countless illusions appear, distorted and strange scenes flicker in front of him, the spirit god has suffered a heavy blow, has begun to be unstable, and produces illusions, if the situation is allowed to deteriorate, the illusion evolves into a demon, and the spirit god will enter a situation of no return.

The momentum of the surrounding figurines rose, as if there was no limit, and the suppressed Qingzhou struggled to support.

Qing Zhou's whole body trembled violently, as if he was oppressed by a huge force of 10,000 tons, in fact, the sum of thousands of tribulation momentum, if materialized, would be a million times heavier than 10,000 tons of huge force, and it could crush the hardest substance in the world.

The earththen figurines in the tomb have not really started, and they can't raise their heads to suppress Qingzhou with their momentum alone.

"Surrender!" Countless voices converged in his ears, repeating these three words over and over again, sometimes condensing into one, sometimes dividing into various voices such as the elderly, young children, and women.