After a while, Yang Heng and the others reacted one after another, and then, as if they had a spirit in their hearts, the two glanced at each other invariably, Lin Yueru looked directly at Yang Heng's eyes, and smacked his tongue: "Brother Yang, such a big clam shell, how big a spirit bead must be inside!"

Yang Heng licked his lips that were a little dry because of nervousness, and shook his head solemnly, suddenly, Yang Heng remembered the small jade box that the Yin Sage had taken out earlier, and the spirit beads in it had promoted him from a third-grade martial artist to a ninth-grade martial artist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, the spirit bead in this stone clam shell is obviously bigger than the spirit bead eaten before, because the spirit bead eaten before only needs a jade box to cover the light, and the current spirit bead can't even cover the light of the stone clam shell!

What this portends, I believe everyone can understand!

Lin Yueru's eyes were shining with stars, she touched the clam shell with her hand, suddenly grabbed Yang Heng's arm tightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Brother Yang, let's open it and take a look!"

Yang Heng nodded, also secretly took a deep breath, and stabbed lightly on the stone clam shell with the true martial sword.

"Poof!"

The azure true martial arts sword pierced the stone clam shell almost unstoppably, Yang Heng licked his dry lips, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Yueru, who was holding his shoulder tightly.

Although Lin Yueru looked at the clam shell nervously, she also felt Yang Heng's eyes thrown at her, and she nodded towards Yang Heng.

"Poof!"

Only a sound like a sharp blade cutting through leather was heard, and the true martial sword in Yang Heng's hand had already opened a hole in the clam shell that was enough for three people to pass through.

The milky white brilliance was not blocked by the mussel shell, pouring out of the mouth without any barrier, reflecting the entire tunnel as if it were daylight.

Yang Heng and the others couldn't stand the strong change in light for a while, they closed their eyes one after another, and only after ten breaths did they gradually adapt to the light coming from the clam shell.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was a lustrous pearl the size of a goose egg, and the splendor of the room came from this huge pearl.

"Lingzhu!" Lin Yueru looked overjoyed, and was about to pick up the Lingzhu, when a powerful hand suddenly came out and grabbed Lin Yueru's arm, and at the same time, Lin Yueru heard someone in her ear hurriedly say: "Yueru, don't take it, there are people inside!"

"Anyone?" Lin Yueru almost heard in the blink of an eye that the person talking in her ear was Yang Heng, but she didn't quite understand the meaning of Yang Heng's words, here are just her and Yang Heng, where are the people?

Could it be that there would be someone in the shell of the mussel buried in the stone?

With such a thought, Lin Yueru was about to ask Yang Heng, when out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw that there seemed to be something under the spirit bead, and when she looked closely, it was actually a pair of white miserable human hands, and her complexion couldn't help but change greatly, and she was so frightened that she took a few steps back.

"Manpower, Brother Yang, there are people inside!" Lin Yueru was a girl after all, and suddenly saw a human hand appear in the stone clam shell that could never have existed, and she was suddenly frightened, grabbed Yang Heng's arm tightly, and said nervously.

Yang Heng's cultivation is higher than Lin Yueru's, and he has practiced Confucianism's most powerful immortal bliss divine skill, so his eyesight is better than Lin Yueru's, and when he opened his eyes, he saw through the milky white light at the first glance and saw a pair of hands under the spirit bead.

It was a pair of white miserable, but intact, plump and slender human hands, which were unlikely to be the hands of normal people, nor were they likely to be the hands of people who had been dead for a long time.

Who is the owner of these hands? Why did they stay in a mussel shell buried in stone, and how long did the owner of these hands stay in a mussel shell that had turned to stone?

These are all unsolved mysteries for Yang Heng, what people are most afraid of is the unknown, so Yang Heng is also very afraid in his heart.

However, when he saw that Lin Yueru was so afraid, the dignity of being a man in his heart was immediately aroused, and the fear suddenly became a little insignificant, he gently patted the back of Lin Yueru's cold hand, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, Yueru, there is Brother Yang." ”

"Hmm!" Lin Yueru glanced at Yang Heng nervously, noticing the caring eyes of the young man beside her, Lin Yueru nodded subconsciously, and the fear in her heart suddenly lightened.

Yang Heng tightened the azure true martial sword in his hand, and the immortal bliss divine skill in his body was all running, and he looked at the gap in the clam shell with a vigilant face, covering Lin Yueru to exit the tunnel step by step.

"Whew!" just exited the tunnel, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and looked into the tunnel, the light inside was still bright, no one came out of the stone clam shell, at this time, Lin Yueru suddenly remembered a legend, and after hesitating for a long time, she actually re-entered the tunnel.

Yang Heng's expression changed greatly, thinking that Lin Yueru had fallen under some spell, he went to the moth and threw himself into the fire, and immediately made a sword finger with his right hand, and pressed it straight on the pockmarked point on Lin Yueru's back.

He is Li Changling's proud disciple, although his cultivation is not high because of the true martial sword, but he is very proficient in moves, not to mention a six-grade martial artist, even if it is a first-grade martial artist, he will be restrained by him.

But the truth is a little unexpected, there seems to be some kind of mysterious power in the air, which quickly draws away the internal force that Yang Heng gathered at his fingertips, without the internal force, this press is naturally in vain.

Lin Yueru's back hurt, and she looked back at Yang Heng with a blank face, but saw that Yang Heng was also looking at herself with a blank face, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

Although Yang Heng didn't understand what Lin Yueru was doing, he really felt the intention of the disappearance of the internal force just now, so he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, the immortal bliss divine skill in his body was running at full strength, and the horizontal sword was blocked between Lin Yueru and the clam shell.

Lin Yueru looked at the back of the young man who "sacrificed his life" to protect herself, her eyes suddenly turned slightly red, and then she was overjoyed, patted the young man's shoulder gently, and said softly: "Brother Yang, don't be nervous, I think I know what is in this!"

"Oh?" Yang Heng was stunned when he heard this, and then he looked suspicious, and subconsciously asked, "Yueru, are you really not controlled by something?"

Looking at the serious young man's face, Lin Yueru felt a little crying and laughing, but at the same time she was even more moved, nodded vigorously, and said, "Brother Yang, you really don't have to worry, I think the person in this mussel shell is not dead, but in a state of turtle breath!"

"Turtle breath? oh!" Yang Heng had a look of sudden realization on his face, as the only disciple of Li Changling in the legend of Huashan, Yang Heng naturally knew turtle breath, in short, turtle breath is to make people in a state of almost suspended animation, so that they can go without eating or drinking for many years.

Some martial arts masters are seriously injured and cannot heal themselves, and when there is no one to rescue them, they will choose to rest on their own, hoping to continue their lives, waiting for someone to rescue them in the future!