Most of the houses in the dilapidated ancient city are well preserved, but because they have not been inhabited all year round, they are lifeless and exude a dead air.
Lu Yun hid behind the room and raised his eyebrows as he watched the disciples in the Bodhi Cave in front of him carefully avoid the others.
Even if it's a treasure hunt, the rumors of this secret don't just happen in a day or two.
Bodhi Cave's behavior has quite a feeling of being a thief.
It's as if they know the secret location but are unwilling to share it with others, which is why they behave in such a sneaky way.
"It's around here, why isn't it there?"
When the spiritual power is gathered around the ears, the voices of those disciples can be heard.
They had arrived near their destination, but there was no way to get in.
"Look carefully and you won't be wrong."
The leader was Senior Brother Lou, who looked unhappy this time. He came in this time with a heavy responsibility but could not find any clues.
It's really embarrassing.
"Brother, this way!"
A disciple seemed to have discovered something and shouted. Senior Brother Lou quickly followed him.
After a while, the group of people walked away.
Lu Yun stopped following. The thing she was looking for was nearby, and business was important.
After confirming that the Bodhi Cave disciples would not appear again, Lu Yun ducked into a room.
The chaotic scene was the same as outside, with one wall covered with sword marks.
Lu Yun walked over and touched the marks with her fingers.
It has been a long time, and the person who caused these sword marks was not a powerful senior, and there is no trace of sword charm left.
But from the messy and sharp sword marks, we can still see the intensity of the battle at that time.
Such traces exist in various places in this ancient city.
In the original ancient city of Montenegro, a group of monks were teleported out, and then the ancient city itself suddenly disappeared.
But before that, why did such a prosperous city leave so many traces of battles.
There are many and dense sword marks, and the sword marks are deep, which is something that disciples in the Qi refining stage cannot do.
Seriously, it's incredible.
Thinking about it, Lu Yun knocked on the wall regularly, and then saw the flat ground shake slightly, revealing a dark passage leading below.
The owner who once lived in this house was a monk. The bottom is not a treasure cave, but the place where the monk died.
With a slight squeeze of his hand, the oil lamp in the cellar ignited and illuminated the inside.
The lower cellar is not big and is just right for hiding.
And there was a shadow huddled deep in the cellar. It was a figure, and it made no move in the face of Lu Yun's approach.
As he got closer, he could see that it was a corpse.
The monks seize the creation of heaven and earth and use spiritual power to nourish their bodies. Even if their bodies die, some powerful corpses can remain incorruptible for thousands of years.
For those with weaker cultivation, it is not difficult to preserve the corpse for a hundred years.
The flesh and blood of the corpse that Lu Yun saw had long been eliminated, but a layer of skin was left to wrap the withered bones.
On the skinny bones, the clothes were broken at the touch, the chest was completely collapsed, and the ribs were all broken.
The wounds caused by the original injuries can be seen in the exposed bones. It is not difficult to imagine how injured this man was.
Further up, the two black skeletons on the skull were as gloomy as dark will-o'-the-wisps, staring at Lu Yun.
Lu Yun felt a sense of unwillingness from the skeletal face whose face could not be seen clearly.
This man died in despair.
But Lu Yun was not a kind person. After glancing at the pitiful appearance of this senior, she reached out and picked up the umbrella that he was holding tightly in his arms.
The umbrella is entirely silver, and when opened it looks like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, with its shining light.
The umbrella surface is woven from countless silver threads, so intricate that they cannot be distinguished from each other.
After careful consideration, Lu Yun was just about to use his spiritual power to activate the recognition, when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Immediately afterwards, there was a ray of coldness against the back of his neck.
The person behind him seemed like a tiger or leopard in the mountain forest, grabbing the prey by the back of the neck and chewing it carefully, preparing to feast on it.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind, it's nothing more than this.
The candle flame swayed a few times due to the appearance of this person, and the light and shadow twisted and swayed in the cellar, making it look ferocious.
And the man's sharp voice was filled with triumph.
"Haha, little girl, how about giving me your things and I'll spare you?"
He was a man, his voice was not young, it was very dry.
Lu Yun lowered her head and saw that the Hidden Sword Sect identity tag was still hanging on her waist.
Logically speaking, even if the people here were to take action, they would not look for these large sect disciples.
The visitors naturally laughed when they saw Lu Yun's actions.
"Why, you still expect the people from your Hidden Sword Sect to save you."
"Little girl, if you die here, no one will know that it was me who did it."
"If you don't want to die, just give me your things."
A skinny hand reached out from behind Lu Yun and grabbed the curtain umbrella.
Seeing Lu Yun standing still obediently, the visitor came closer and his breath hit the back of his neck, causing goose bumps.
Seeing that the opponent was about to touch the curtain umbrella, Lu Yun took a step faster, and her spiritual power rushed into the umbrella, marking it with her own mark.
Once the owner of a high-grade spiritual weapon is recognized, other people cannot use it even if the owner dies.
Lu Yun's behavior clearly didn't take his threat to heart, and it even succeeded in irritating the other party.
This made the visitor's voice grow more sinister.
"Stinky girl, you're looking for death!"
The moment the palm wind hit, Lu Yun moved.
A cold air surged in the cellar, Han Jiangxue appeared in Lu Yun's hand, and the long sword swept behind him.
The sharp sword wind passed against the opponent's cheek, leaving a blood mark on it.
Lu Yun took the opportunity to distance herself and glanced at the man.
"Just three people."
The light tone made the visitor's heart tighten.
Only then did he realize that this little girl didn't have any fear in her eyes. Instead, she was looking at him leisurely, even with regret.
Yes, sorry.
Lu Yun had noticed early on that there were people following him, and they were several casual cultivators.
Unlike sect disciples, casual cultivators are not bound by sect rules and act more independently and fearlessly.
Things like robbing other people's treasures are commonplace for these casual cultivators.
The reason why Lu Yun didn't take action in advance was because he wanted to lure people here and then catch them all.
If you are targeted by a thief, then you rob the thief.
However, there are only three people in this group, so their pockets will not be very rich.
After seeing the man's nervous look, Lu Yun threw the umbrella in the sky.
In an instant, the moonlight fell and shrouded the cellar.
The faint ripples of light were like fireflies, sealing off this small area.
The accomplices outside will know nothing about what happens next.
"What do you want to dare?"
The identities of hunter and prey seemed to be reversed at this moment, and the visitor realized something and asked sharply.
Just listening to that voice made me feel weak.
Wrinkles crisscrossed that old face, and his eyes were like rat eyes, cunning and dark.
Cultivation can extend your life and even lead to immortality. It can only extend your life by a few decades at most during the period of refining your Qi.
His end is approaching, so he came here to take a gamble.
