Chapter 117 The Lonely Mountain Sees No Bald Man

After drinking thousands of bottles of snow, the snow is old, and the lonely mountain does not see the white-headed people. There is a kind of calamity in the world, called fate, which cannot be escaped, cannot be avoided......

The moment the stone door was pushed open, a vast aura rushed to the face, even if the three of them were masters of shaking the past and the present, they were almost pushed down.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the stone door finally hit the stone wall and was completely pushed open.

What catches the eye is a palace underneath, called because it is too grandiose, first down thirty-six steps, and then a stone paved avenue more than two zhang wide.

The road is one hundred and eight zhang long, no more than one minute and no less than one centimeter, and the two sides are neatly arranged on both sides in order with 36 Tiangang Dharma Protector Gods and 72 Earth Demon Dharma Protectors, each of which is three or four zhang high, all of them are carved lifelike, glaring angrily, with hideous faces, as if they want to come to life.

What's even more shocking is that behind the Dharma Protector on the left is a magma flow that is as red as blood, and behind the Dharma Protector on the right is a cold ice stream that exudes cold air.

That is the most striking place, just opposite the gate, is a big tripod, three legs and two ears and a circle, cast in bronze, about a zhang more than a zhang high, compared to this magnificent underground palace and the tall protector god, this tripod may be a little smaller, but it makes people feel an unprecedented simple atmosphere.

The molten flow and the cold ice flow merge into the bottom of the bronze tripod to form a Taiji diagram, and the middle is made of extremely precious Taiyi Xuanjin as a yin and yang dividing line, the yin is the cold ice that exudes cold air, and the yang is the hot molten slurry.

Yin and yang embrace each other, and the Tao is natural.

As soon as the three people's feet fell on the steps, they felt the sudden change of heat and cold, and the two air flows of yin and yang, endlessly.

"It's finally here!" Sharon licked his lips, a flash of burning in his eyes.

The hundred miles of long song is cast here into an eight-tone treasure box, and it is rumored that those who get the treasure box have won the world, and how many masters have flocked to it for more than 100 years.

How could someone who could touch this forbidden thing be a fool, so the whole world gradually believed that this news was not groundless.

It's just that for more than 100 years, the eight-tone treasure box has changed hands several times and changed many owners, but none of them can be opened, even if it is the Western Emperor and the Southern Immortal of the Fenghua Gai Dynasty.

Naturally, to find the root of Shuoyuan is to come to Changbai Mountain, but this underground palace can be opened except today?

"I'm getting more and more curious about what Baili Changge left behind!" Yun Yifan was the first to walk forward, but when he was about to step on the stone-paved avenue, he paused, looking at the neatly arranged stone slabs, and the corners of his mouth outlined a shallow arc.

There is no doubt that Yun Yifan's smile is definitely extremely charming, if there is a girl here, not looking at anything else, just with this slight smile, it will make the woman die.

"Do you want to stop me from using the means of dealing with ordinary people?" The whole person flew out lightly, and the whole person was like a black shadow, moving forward at a high speed against the ground, and the toes of the feet fell on the stone floor from time to time.

If there is a master who is proficient in the formation, he will inevitably find that Yun Yifan is breaking a formation that is mysterious to the extreme, and every foot falls on the formation eye impartially, if it is a slight deviation, ten deaths will be lifeless!

Seeing that Yun Yifan had already moved, where was Xia Xuehan and Xia Lang willing to live behind the people, they saw two figures, one white and one purple, shooting out almost at the same time, so fast that it was incredible, and the statues of the Dharma Protector on both sides retreated rapidly, and the two of them had already swept out more than ten zhang in just a moment.

Suddenly, when Xia Xuehan's toes were about to fall on the next array, a palm wind that was neither strong nor weak slapped obliquely, Xia Xuehan looked back and swept it coldly, just bumping into Xia Lang's sly and smug eyes.

Of course, that palm wind didn't do any harm to Xia Xuehan, but it made him offset by half an inch, and it was this half an inch that was enough to make him irreversible.

I have to say that Xia Lang's palm is just right in terms of timing and strength, a moment late and a minute early will not work, a light point will not allow Xia Xuehan to change the trajectory, and a heavy point will make him deviate because of the rebound.

Greedy wolf, treacherous and deceitful!

"Boom!"

There was a soft sound, which was particularly harsh in this quiet underground palace, and then a shocking scene happened--one hundred and eight Dharma Protector Gods actually moved!

"Scratch the card!"

The sound of the staggered collision of machines and gears came and went, and those Dharma Protector Gods all "came to life", waving weapons in their hands, and one hundred and eight pairs of "eyes" looked at the position where Xia Xuehan was standing.

"Xia Lang, are you looking for death?" Xia Xuehan roared angrily, his subordinates really turned, and slapped his palm towards Xia Lang, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, Xia Lang was still a step faster, the palm wind brushed his robe, and Xia Lang's whole person had already moved two or three feet.

Looking back and smiling, the cunning on his face was fully revealed, and he teased: "The ingenuity of the Hundred Miles Long Song has conquered the heavens and the earth, and it is a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see it, let Nanxian appreciate it today!" Although he was talking, the speed under his feet did not slow down a bit, and he suddenly distanced himself from Xia Xuehan.

Yun Yifan had already arrived at the opposite side at this time, turned around and frowned and looked at Xia Xuehan who was besieged by the Dharma Protector in front of him, his brows were slightly furrowed, his fists under the black robe were clenched and loosened, and the murderous aura in his eyes loomed.

Besides, the one hundred and eight Dharma Protector Gods will all be carefully designed by a hundred miles of long songs, even a piece of feather can trigger the mechanism installed in their bodies, once they are "alive", the gods will block and kill the gods, and the Buddha will block and kill the Buddhas!

They either have axes in their hands, or broadswords, or sledgehammers...... After a while, he greeted Xia Xuehan, and after Xia Xuehan raised his hand and slapped a few palms, he found that in addition to the numbness of his arm, he couldn't make these stone figures retreat by half a minute.

Xia Xuehan's body lightly avoided an axe cut by a stone man, the heavy stone axe was almost close to his back, only to hear a loud noise, the ground shook the mountain, and the stone road was cut open an arm's wide crack.

"It's really pleasing to the eye to see him like this!" Xia Lang had also arrived at the bronze tripod, standing not far from Yun Yifan's side, quietly looking at Xia Xuehan, who was still fighting with the stone man to the death.

Yun Yifan snorted coldly and said, "A villain is a villain, and I feel disgusting when I look at it!"

Xia Lang didn't get angry because of this sentence, just looked at Xia Xuehan in the field, and said lightly: "Who has clean hands among the people who touch this world? Is it your Heavenly Emperor? Or is it the Xia Xuehan who prides himself on being as high as an immortal? Or is it the emperor who sits on the golden chair of the Nine Dragons in all dynasties?"

Yun Yifan was speechless for a while, and only said after a long time: "But don't forget, the eight-tone treasure box is still on his body, if he chooses to die before he dies, then what's the point of us coming here?" His eyes stayed on the molten and cold ice behind the stone statue, and he believed that Xia Lang understood what he meant.

"You and I, or him, both understand that the box is just a dispensable tool, and it is people who take over the world, not such a box. In my opinion, his death is more exciting than unlocking the secret of the Eight Music Treasure Box!" Sharon chuckled.

When Yun Yifan heard his next sentence, he frowned in disgust, and said coldly: "Then, if he doesn't die, then you will be in trouble?"

Xia Lang shook his head with a smile and said, "Beidi thinks that the trouble he has brought me now is not enough?"

Yun Yifan no longer spoke, nor was he in a hurry to check the big ding, but stared at Xia Xuehan in the field, he was more curious about whether Xia Xuehan would die here than the secret of the eight-tone treasure box.

Thousands of miles of fast wind, finally by him to perform, this world's first light skill is really worthy of the name, he is like a white lightning, in the gap between the stone knife and stone axe quickly slashed, every time is dangerous to dodge.

Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, and a stone shield covered him, the power of ten thousand jun, three zhang square, close at hand, unavoidable, the hideous stone nails on the stone shield were like the fangs of a fierce tiger, biting towards Xia Xuehan.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the stone shield smashed down, the ground shook, and even Yun Yifan and Xia Lang were shaken.

"Is it dead?" said Sharon, muttering with the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"If it were you, would you die?" Yun Yifan asked rhetorically, Xia Lang glanced at Yun Yifan thoughtfully, and did not speak.

Suddenly, there was another loud noise, and the huge shield that had been smashed down suddenly split apart, and the stones flew in all directions, and a white figure stood straight in the smoke and dust raised by the stone powder.

"Click!"

A drop of red blood flowed down from the back of his hand, like a ruby, Xia Xuehan, who was dressed in white like a fairy, had changed to another temperament at this time, and the monstrous murderous aura filled his red eyes, and he couldn't count the number of times he was injured and bleeding with one hand over the years, but today he suffered such a big loss.

Pointing like a sword, he quickly swept forward, only to see that a giant sword that was cut off was swept out of a crack by the sword qi in his hand, and his feet were a little on the sword surface, and the two-zhang long stone sword suddenly turned into two.

It was still so fast that there was only one afterimage left, but there was an extra sword qi in charge of killing at the fingertips, which was extremely powerful.

Although the Shiren Dharma Protector God is unparalleled in combat power, but after all, it is controlled by the machine, and the movement is slow after all, and Xia Xuehan's thousands of miles of fast wind happens to be the supreme in speed, and the advantages of one and the other make Xia Xuehan desperate.

When Xia Xuehan appeared in front of Xia Lang and Yun Yifan, the two of them were not too surprised, this stone man's array might be a mortal situation for ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes, but they knew that these piles of broken stones alone really couldn't keep them, otherwise they wouldn't be worthy of being each other's old enemies.

When Xia Xuehan fell here, those stone figures also stopped moving, and each returned to its original position, if it weren't for the traces of a fight on the ground, who would have thought that these stone figures had moved.

"Nanxian is really powerful, he has won the world and the world with his light skills, which makes me admire!" Xia Lang praised with his palm, and everyone could see his hypocrisy and insidiousness.

Xia Xuehan looked down at the red on his arm, which was particularly dazzling on the white clothes, staring at Xia Lang and said coldly: "I will smile at this great gift from the Western Emperor today, and he will return it a hundred times in the future!" There are already many folds on the white clothes, and there are many gray-black stains, which is very different from his usual detached like a fairy and white like snow.

Xia Lang was not frightened by his words, but said with a smile: "Then I will be waiting at any time, I hope Nanxian will not let me down!"

Xia Xue snorted coldly, walked directly between Yun Yifan and Xia Lang, and walked towards the bronze tripod, which already had a thin layer of patina, and it looked more of a vicissitudes of life.

Below the tripod is a Taiji diagram composed of molten slurry and cold ice, the molten flow slowly, the ice is eternally still, and this static movement also interprets the truth of the Great Dao.

Although this underground palace is big, it is very empty, except for the stone people and this Ding, there is no other thing, Xia Xuehan flew up and stood on the Dingkou - empty!

There was nothing, and after a lot of hardships to get here, I thought I could unlock the secret of the eight-tone treasure box, but it was an empty joy, and there was nothing left here.

Xia Xuehan jumped off the bronze tripod, glanced at Yun Yifan Xia Lang, and told them the current situation.

The two people were also puzzled, Xia Xuehan didn't care about them, he walked around the back of the ding, and just when he was about to give up, he suddenly found that there were several dents on the back of the ding that were different from other lines.

The eyebrows were furrowed, the sleeves were flicked over, and the green patina on the bronze tripod fell one after another, and the words were engraved on the back of the tripod, but the green patina on the tripod covered up the word, if it weren't for Xia Xuehan's sharp eyes, he couldn't find it at all.

Yun Yifan and Xia Lang also arrived, and the three of them stood side by side, looking at the words on the bronze tripod, which was a sentence, the iron painting silver hook, the pen was strong, and he could carve such handwriting on the bronze of Jianying, and he was also a peerless master.

"The blood-stained painting, how can it be compared to a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, no matter if she loses the world, it is still just a prosperity!"

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