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Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn. This was the second time he saw this mysterious man in black robe. This man in black robe gave him an indescribable and strange feeling.
His eyes trembled, but soon they widened, and the man in black robe disappeared out of thin air again...
Who is this person? Zhao Wujiang's heart tightened slightly, and he faintly heard the sound of wind again. It was the bellows blowing...
Jia 23 and Jia 19 followed Zhao Wujiang's eyes and looked a little confused. Could it be that Mr. Zhao wanted to participate in it and fight for the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra"?
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, held Gu Nanyuan's big hand tightly, and left quickly.
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It was dark inside the tomb, and all the strong men poured into it, blowing the fire sticks they carried with them.
Xuanyuan Yuheng took the lead. With bright eyes, he ran towards the stone door in the tomb. He knew that behind the stone door was the coffin of Kuxuan, the sweeper.
"Earth Cage Technique!"
Sikong Bujie, the leader of the Thieving Sect, often goes in and out of the mausoleum. He has already developed the ability to see in the dark. With the light of a lot of fire, he saw the faceless man flying towards the stone gate at a glance. He immediately shouted angrily and raised his hands. Palms clapped.
The yellow mud rumbled like an earth dragon swimming toward Xuanyuan Yuheng, and then suddenly exploded in front of Xuanyuan Yuheng. The yellow mud scattered in all directions, turning into a cage and covering Xuanyuan Yuheng.
Sikong Buyi stepped on the yellow mud, and the yellow mud trembled like ripples in muddy water. He passed by Xuanyuan Yuheng like walking on waves. When he passed by, he slapped Xuanyuan Yuheng with his palm, and his martial arts cultivation in his hands was surging.
Whoever steals my formless prajna, I will kill! Xuanyuan Yuheng roared in his heart, his ghostly face was ferocious, he raised his hand and held it empty, as if he was holding a big sword, and slashed at Sikong Buyi.
Behind him, the old ghost Huangtang, the abandoned disciple Zhang Yinzong from Jianzhong, Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, and others also flew over to block each other, and there was another round of fierce fighting.
The yellow mud inside the mausoleum was like flying sand and rocks. People kept retreating, people kept roaring and came forward again, and at the same time, people kept bleeding.
The stone gate is right in front of them, and the coffin is behind it, and the "Shadow Prajna Sutra" they have been thinking about is inside the coffin. In this situation, they are fighting in the dark, and the secret book is only a few steps away. Even the weaker ones can't do it. With his strength, he turned into a desperate Saburo.
As long as you can get the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra", what does it matter if you are seriously injured? What does it matter if you offend other strong men?
Xuanyuan Yuheng broke through the yellow mud dungeon and fought fiercely with Sikong Bujii. The sword energy in his hand was powerful, and he struck Sikong Bujii's vitals with his sword, forcing Sikong Bujii to retreat.
"Bang!" Suddenly, he received a heavy blow behind him. The force was so strong that he could hear the bones in his back breaking.
His attack on Sikong Buqiu slowed down, his arms sank, and he luckily repeled the person behind him.
The person behind him looked as if he was in a state of confusion, and struck out with another life-threatening palm. Xuanyuan Yuheng gritted his teeth and avoided it, dodged sideways, rolled around on the muddy ground, and then stood up with one hand on the ground.
The brows beneath his ghostly face were twisted, and the person attacking him behind him was a puppet, the puppet of a corpse exorcist.
And this puppet was owned by Sikong Buyi, the leader of the Thieving Sect. It was hidden in the darkness without any breath and took the opportunity to sneak attack on him.
The reason why Sikong Buqiu has the strongest overall strength among everyone today is not only because he has a group of helpers, but more importantly, the puppets. Sikong Buqiu and the puppets join forces, which is enough to overwhelm anyone present.
Xuanyuan Yuheng's evil ghost mask slowly dripped with red blood. The puppet's blow almost broke his back bones. Fortunately, he had practiced the star-absorbing technique. Otherwise, he would have died at this time. However, he was seriously injured. Luck will only make combat power continue to decline.
At the same time, the murderous intention in his heart kept trembling, and he was about to lose control.
If he hadn't wanted to hide his star-absorbing technique, he would have been able to overwhelm the master of the Thieving Sect and step into the stone gate.
Blood stains were left along the mask from the chin. Xuanyuan Yuheng wiped the blood stains on his chin hard and stared at Sikong Buqiu and the puppet. He had murderous intent in his heart and made a decision.
Just expose the star-absorbing magic. As long as you can get the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra", everything will be worth it. So what if you are hunted down? At worst, he could just take off his mask and return to his identity as King Xiaoyao and hide it.
His eyes condensed, and murderous intent surged into the sky. In the dark tomb, he spread out his arms in a mysterious move, and slapped Sikong Buyi with one palm.
Sikong did not rely on his experience in the martial arts world, and he often entered dangerous places for the first time. He was extremely alert to danger. He swung the small shovel in his hand and threw it straight into the puppet's eyebrows. He roared:
"Stealing stars for a month!"
In an instant, his cultivation level rose again, but instead of facing Xuanyuan Yuheng, he strode towards the stone gate.
An earth-shattering suction force erupted from behind him. Sikong Bujue felt his life and cultivation power passing away. A look of overwhelming shock filled his eyes for a moment. He didn't think much about it and slapped his eyebrows. A few steps away, a small shovel was inserted between his eyebrows. The puppet fell to the ground and he shouted:
"Stealing Stars in September!"
An invisible energy swayed from his body, directly interrupting Xuanyuan Yuheng's suction. He smashed the stone door with one palm and stepped towards the rotten wooden coffin of the sweeping monk.
