Ten days later, ?an en ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｏ?ｒ ｇ?

Ishikawa cleaned up the rubble that had accumulated outside, looked at the deep cave hidden by the dense grass, and felt the familiar and rich atmosphere emanating from the cave, and suddenly he was a little hesitant instead of the eagerness that he had rushed to when he first learned the news.

On the one hand, he really hopes to be able to make up for the cultivation of the Three Talents Killing Dao and make his strength go to the next level, but on the other hand, like Wang Song and others, he has doubts about the hidden dangers brought about by the practice of killing the Dao.

After a stick of incense, Ishikawa took a deep breath, calmed his mood back to the state of the ancient well, and finally made up his mind and slowly stepped into the dark cave.

The cave is not big, only allowing two people to walk side by side in it, and after going deeper than ten zhang, the aura of forest cold and killing suddenly became thicker, and Ishikawa stretched out his hand to brush over the stone wall, and carefully observed the Dao marks that began to appear.

The first imprint on the stone wall was very thin and shallow, Ishikawa could even touch the groove at the bottom of the imprint, and the slightest wisp of cold touch came from his fingertips, driving the golden pill in his body to start to speed up, and the originally sleepy phantom butterfly in the sea of consciousness suddenly propped up the tentacles on its head, and spread its wings and circled in place for a few weeks before falling again, but it no longer had the previous laziness at this time, but stared vigilantly at the surrounding situation, as if there was something dangerous and terrifying in an unknown place.

"This cave is not the place that the monk in the Duobao Pavilion talked about, and I don't know where I got the Three Talents Killing Dao Cultivation Method, could it be that there is more than one ruin about this?"

The more you go inward, the bigger and deeper the imprints on the stone wall, when you go deep into the hundred zhang, the originally narrow space in the cave suddenly opens up, and then the changes are the imprints on the stone wall, suddenly like the ink splashing grass in the calligraphy becomes wild and heavy, Ishikawa is pulled by the change of the imprint breath, and the scarlet silk thread that has not appeared in his eyes for a long time quietly emerges again,

Suppressing the irritability and frenzy that began to rise in his chest, Ishikawa stood still until a long time before continuing to walk towards the depths of the cave at less than half the speed he had just had.

After walking for more than a hundred steps, the marks on both sides were like crazy demons dancing on the stone wall, and the sense of oppression brought to people was more than a hundred times stronger than when the cave was opened, and the ancient desolate aura of heaven and earth killing and wanting to cut all things continued to impact Ishikawa's body like a tide, he stopped again, pressed his chest tightly, his eyes were blood-red, his temples were thumping, and low moans continued to overflow from his mouth.

No, we can't move forward!" Ishikawa was about to turn around, but he seemed to be attracted by an unknown force, and he raised his feet and continued to walk forward.

At the end of the cave is a small stone cave, the cave is thick with dust, cobwebs, and the remains of stone tables and benches can be seen faintly, but there are traces of tears everywhere, and it has obviously been abandoned for I don't know how many years.

Ishikawa secretly raised his guard and slowly walked into the cave.

Soon, his gaze fell on a skeleton sitting in the corner of the cavern.

Although the skeleton has been washed away by time, it is still as clear as jade, like a handicraft carved from jade, rather than a daunting corpse.

Ishikawa took a few steps closer, crouched down in front of the skeleton, and cautiously departed a trace of spiritual sense and probed towards the skeleton.

Rumble!!!

Two lines of blood flowed happily from Ishikawa's mouth and nose, and he covered his mouth and took a few steps back to stand still.

"What a strong grudge, such a heavy killing intent!" Ishikawa gasped slightly, turning his gaze to a flat stone slab exposed beneath the bones.

In Ishikawa's bright red gaze, the small words on the wall came to life and flew straight into his eyes.

"Yu has practiced since childhood, built a foundation at the age of fifteen, Dancheng at the age of thirty, and then turned into a god after Jiazi, since then he has wandered between heaven and earth, looking at the sea in the east and the west of the cangwu, and suddenly a hundred years of time have passed in a flash, just as Yu Huan is happy to enter the realm of his own cultivation, and he is full of ambition to enter the three tribulations, but the disaster falls from the sky, and he regards the catastrophe as a great opportunity, and since then he has fallen into the abyss of killing the Dao forever and sinks, and he has no choice but to destroy the Dao foundation, and the dust is sealed ......here."

"A thousand years have passed, Yu Zizhi knows that his life is not long in coming, recalling the past years, only leaving a monstrous hatred! One hates the early death of the years, the second hates the impermanence of time, the third hates the impermanence of the world, the fourth hates the unpredictable heart, the fifth hates life without love, the sixth hates death and is uneasy, and the seventh hates the unkindness of heaven and earth! I think that I have been shattered in just a hundred years, and I robbed two hundred years ago, but in the end I fell into the killing and robbery without knowing it, the third is to kill the Tao, and the third is to kill the Tao!"

"Torture madman, I don't know if you are still in the world, if I have a spirit after death, I will curse you to live and not be at peace!"

Ishikawa had a splitting headache and was bored and nauseated, but he forced himself to calm down and continued to look, only to see the four characters of Aoyama Sanren written on the top of the short article.

Aoyama Sanren!?

It's Aoyama Sanren!?

How could it be Aoyama Sanren!?

Ishikawa held his breath suddenly, then looked at the small characters under the short text, and in his stunned eyes, the dense small characters suddenly writhed and changed, and each stroke and stroke snaked and swam at the same time, and finally formed a large killing character on the entire stone wall.

Kill!

Ishikawa spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Yin Hong's blood merged into the stroke of the killing pen, and then the large characters that occupied the entire wall squirmed, peeling off from above, turning into a red and black streamer that shot straight into Ishikawa's eyes.

How could this be!

Ishikawa forcibly bit off a piece of flesh from his lower lip and stabbed his thigh with a backhand, and with the sudden sharp pain, he finally stabilized his mind and retreated sharply in the direction of the hole.

The phantom butterfly flew to Ishikawa's head at some point, and its wings flapped and waved out translucent black ripples, which submerged into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Ishikawa's head, helping him slowly calm down his manic consciousness.

With this help, Ishikawa finally escaped before the entire cave collapsed completely, standing at the entrance of the cave, looking back at the fragments of rubble, Ishikawa slowly sat cross-legged despite the headache that almost cracked, and his mind advanced into the realm of emptiness without self and nothing.

When he and Blue Moon Yin Yin explored the Northwest Desert, they fell into an unknown secret realm, where they saw Sancai Killing Dao for the first time, as well as the corpse of the self-proclaimed Qingshan Sanren.

This place is at least tens of thousands of miles away from the northwest desert, why did there appear another corpse of a scattered person?

And the short texts on the tablets on both sides are word for word!

Could it be that Aoyama Sanren died twice in different places?

It's simply not possible!