Han Xuan nodded at Fang Xuan, but he also had his own thoughts in his heart, but he didn't say it for a while. The three of them did not delay for half a minute, because the longer the pause, the farther away from Yu Liansheng, the greater the possibility of danger, so several people set off again along the tomb road under their feet, but everyone had an extra vigilance in their hearts.

As the saying goes, "Wangshan is tired of killing horses", Han Xuan's situation is similar, obviously feeling that the glimmer at the end of the tomb is in front of them, but after walking for almost an hour, it is still ethereal and hopeless. This cemetery road is steep, and after an hour of walking, several people are already tired and sweating profusely.

"Ahem!" Fang Xuan suddenly stopped, holding Han Xuan with one hand, coughing and wheezing.

"Let's rest, Uncle Fang is still injured, and his body can't withstand such a toss. Han Xuan had always been worried about Fang Xuan's body, and proposed to rest several times, but Fang Xuan stiffened up and said that it was okay.

"Hey" Fang Xuan sighed abruptly, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Uncle Fang is nothing, when your body recovers, everything will be fine" Han Xuan's heart also hurt, although Fang Xuan didn't complain after breaking his arm, but his temper Han Xuan knew, and there was no other way than to chat a few words of comfort at the moment.

"Xiao Xuan, cultivators have five disadvantages and three deficiencies, this is a fixed number since ancient times. It's just an arm, and maybe it's my life. Fang Xuan sat on the ground, touched Han Xuan lovingly with his hand, and smiled.

Han Xuan was a little relieved, and also beckoned Lei Zi on the side to sit down and rest, and asked, "Since there is a shortage of cultivation, why does my family still choose to cultivate for generations?"

"It's a good question, but it's also hard to say. Cultivators should not ask about the roots, do not ask about the future, because if they were to ask, there would be no answer to this question at all. Not to mention that you are just twenty years old, and even when the master was feathered, you couldn't realize the Dao Origin, maybe there is really no answer to this," Fang Xuan replied slowly.

Han Xuan was silent, speechless for a while. His own dantian was completely destroyed, and he couldn't condense even a little bit of breath, and he hadn't told Fang Xuan about it yet, because he had a lot of worries in his heart. As soon as Fang Xuan broke his arm, the grief in his heart went without saying, and he shouldn't add fuel to the fire at this time.

On the other hand, the Han family has cultivated for generations, and everyone in Laoshan Mountain respects him, but even so, Han Xuan will not be able to continue cultivating without cultivation, who will recognize him as the head of the sect? If the foundation of thousands of years is destroyed in his hands, then he will spend his life in self-blame.

Fang Xuan didn't know what Han Xuan was thinking in his heart, thinking that he was still wondering about the "five disadvantages and three deficiencies", which was something that cultivators would be confused about, so Fang Xuan didn't take it to heart, but instead closed his eyes and raised his mind.

After about fifteen minutes, Fang Xuan opened his eyes, and the aura in his body was working as usual, and he was completely unharmed.

"Let's go, I'm fine. Fang Xuan opened his mouth lightly, beckoning the others to start hurrying again.

The three of them walked for more than half an hour, and the tomb road came to an end, and behind the tomb was a stone door. The stone gate is ordinary, but it gives people an endless sense of simplicity and heaviness, and there are two vermilion ancient characters on the stone gate: Tongtian.

"Oh, what a big breath, Lao Tzu has been gone for so long, could it be that he has gone to the sky?" Lei Zi did not believe in evil, and was quite sarcastic.

"The ancients just loved to play such tricks, but this door has some meaning, you see" Fang Xuan touched the stone door with his hand and said: "This door has been opened, and the width of this door is exactly the width of a person's body, but the weight of this door is not something that people can shake, even if he has the ability to reach the sky, it is impossible!"

"Uncle Fang, do you mean that this door was not opened by Mr. Yu, but someone else?" Han Xuan touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

Fang Xuan nodded and asked rhetorically, "Xiao Xuan, who do you think it will be?"

"The return balcony of this tomb has been intact, indicating that no one has entered this tomb since it was built. And since this stone door is standing here, it must also be closed, if it wasn't for Mr. Yu's previous actions, it must be something in the tomb!" Han Xuan paused, and then blurted out two words: "Mural!"

Fang Xuan smiled, obviously what Han Xuan answered was exactly what he was thinking in his heart: "The person in the mural, or the monster, must have a very good background, he climbed out of the sarcophagus while we were asleep, but he didn't hurt us in the slightest, but came all the way here." It means that he is not a zombie who only knows how to hurt people, but what can survive for a thousand years, or is he already dead? But in any case, it is likely that he opened this stone door, and Mr. Jade also entered here

Lei Zi wiped the sweat from his head and said, "No matter who opened it, in short, the old man entered here, it must be safe, let's go in quickly!"

As he spoke, he turned to one side, took off his marching bag and threw it into the door, and then the whole person drilled inside. But his body was huge, and the crack in the door was not enough to accommodate him, and he saw that one foot had already stepped over, but his body was stuck in the middle, and he couldn't advance or retreat.

"Oh mom, I'm squeezing me to death, Brother Han, come and help!" Lei Zi was in a hurry, and he had no idea, so he had to ask Han Xuan who was snickering on the side for help. Han Xuan was not polite, he kicked on Lei Zi's waist, and with a hard kick, Lei Zi's body finally moved a little inward.

"Oh mom, my belly, Brother Han, you lighten it" Lei Zi grinned in pain, and finally felt that it was time to lose weight.

At that time, eating was a very stressful thing, especially after the three-year natural disasters from 1959 to 1961, people's cherishing of food was even more serious, so it was rare to be able to eat like Leizi.

Everything is rare and expensive, and Lei Zi's fat body has always been something he is proud of, but the current predicament has really made him suffer a lot.

Han Xuan didn't care about his complaints, the strength of the foot on Lei Zi's body did not decrease but increased, and he kicked back and forth three more times before he got Lei Zi's entire body. And Han Xuan and Fang Xuan went over very easily, and the thunder that they saw was not going well for a long time.

"Oh my god, this and this" As soon as Lei Zi ushered the two of them over, he looked around the scenery inside this door, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Han Xuan looked around, speechless in shock, and stood in place.

Fang Xuan, who had a lot of experience, was very calm, his eyes swept lightly, he held the bronze knife in his left hand, and said coldly in his mouth: "Tongtian?