The smooth sand path was almost vertical. Xue Tong's body-protecting aura light shield was fully released and slid down a hundred feet. His eyes dimly lit up and he rushed into a wide secret passage.
The passage has a bluestone floor, and the walls are engraved with strange patterns. Xue Tong is holding the Ling Que Sword, and Bao Yuan is following behind him.
Shen Tieju and Gu Puppet were too conspicuous, which were the signs of Wei Wuhuang.
“It’s not time to reveal your identity yet”
The passage was dimly lit with blue light, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying.
Xue Tong's sea of consciousness suddenly rippled, and a dark red zombie-like monster protruded from the wall.
"Try my dragon-killing sword." Xue Tong cut off the red corpse monster's arm with one sword. The corpse monster howled loudly and disappeared from the wall. The fallen arm also sank into the bluestone ground.
Xue Tong stepped forward, taking one step three feet away. He felt that the tomb area was just a test to make the low-level warriors retreat in the face of difficulties, and was not intended to take human lives.
The frequency of corpse monsters gradually increased, and most of them were at the peak of the martial arts level. A small number were in the early stages of acquiring. Xue Tong and Bao Yuan killed them all the way without spending much effort.
Five miles later, the situation became somewhat different.
The gloomy cold air was lingering, and there was heavy black fog ahead, and there was another wall of fog.
Broken clothes and hats were scattered on the ground, and a broken sword was stained with blood.
"Someone died here." Xue Tong glanced quickly and noticed half of the jade plaque.
"Zhenyuan Palace, Ke..."
"Ke Mou of Zhenyuan Palace died here." Xue Tong put away the jade token, the fog wall rolled thickly, the beast roared from far to near, and a dark red soul leopard gradually revealed its figure.
The violent ape soul beast roared sharply and pounced on the soul leopard.
Xue Tong had a bone nail hidden in his palm. The two soul beasts had the same martial level. For the violent ape soul beast, this battle was a good training opportunity.
The violent ape was fast and had long arms, while the red leopard had strong claws. Two shadows, one red and one black, fought fiercely in front of Xue Tong. The violent ape finally hit the red leopard's head with his right palm, and quickly pressed the leopard's neck with his left arm, twisting it with all his strength.
"Pfft~" The red soul mist spread, and the black-bone violent ape opened its mouth and sucked in wildly, sucking in every drop of the mist.
And the wall of fog gradually disappeared, Xue Tong jumped forward, and the scene in front of him became richer.
Secret passages extend in all directions, and the large holes on the left and right of the ground are shocking.
"One more level!"
Xue Tong used the dim light inside the cave to observe. There was an entire space in the lower level. Blue-striped beetles and ghost-faced bats could be seen everywhere. In the distance, a large brown-black shiny venomous scorpion was walking slowly around.
The two levels are separated by hundreds of feet, and the monsters on the lower level have no intention of jumping up.
On both sides of the dilapidated passage, there are stone rooms with ajar doors. There are rustling beetles and ghost bats inside. They are not high-level. They sense Xue Tong's aura and dare not come out to attack. Xue Tong has no time to deal with these little ones. Strange, check the map and hope to cross the maze as soon as possible.
However, as soon as he passed through a few forks, his heart felt as cold as water. The rumors before entering the ancient tomb came true. This area was huge, with thousands of labyrinths, and there was no way to compare it with the original map when drilling through it.
Xue Tong was furious and summoned the violent ape, killing zombies, ghost bats and blue-striped beetles. After wandering around the maze for a full day, the soul power of the violent ape became stronger and stronger, but Xue Tong's energy gradually declined.
At the end of the next day, Xue Tong almost went crazy and began to destroy the stone chamber and push the ruins into the cave.
The cleaning space continued to expand, and a heavy iron gate came into view for the first time.
There were two devices that looked like standing people in front of the iron gate. Xue Tong was stunned for a moment and signaled Baoyuan to help open the door.
The iron door opened and Xue Tong probed. There seemed to be no opening device in the new area, so he could only enter but not get out.
"You have to go there if you bite the bullet!"
The level of the ghosts and monsters in the iron gate increased to the lowest level in the early days of the day after tomorrow. Xue Tong turned around and found two Zhenyuan Palace gatekeepers hiding in a big room.
The two of them were trembling, scared to death by the monsters that appeared in the passage from time to time.
"You two people from Zhenyuan Palace, who is your boss?" Xue Tong asked.
"Ten people have come from Zhenyuan Palace, Elder Mao Jishen is the eldest."
"You two can't leave, and you can't go back. From which hole did you enter the tomb area?" Xue Tong asked. His martial arts level was two levels higher, and he spoke exactly like a leader.
"Nineteenth hole, I remember it very clearly. After passing the iron gate, there were too many monsters and ghosts, so we had to stop and go." The Zhenyuan Palace warrior replied.
"I am Cang Han, who is going to Jingyuan Mansion to worship Xue Tong. Come with me."
"Thank you, Dao Xue, for your kindness!"
The two followed obediently and took a short break every hour. The three of them sent transmission notes from time to time to call their companions.
No one from Jingyuan Mansion came, but Zhenyuan Palace found two people.
The violent ape killed too many monsters and sucked souls so that he was dizzy and unsteady on his feet. Xue Tong unfurled the banner and used a jade bottle of innate beast blood to refine the banner. In the blood mist and black air, the violent ape penetrated the flag. It would take at least half a month to fuse, refine and swallow the hundreds of beast souls.
With a team of five people, led by a powerful warrior like Xue Tong, the exploration speed greatly increased, and the passage was generally downward, seeming to lead to a layer below.
After walking around for several days, the terrain gradually opened up, and Xue Tong heard the sounds of quarreling and scolding.
"Part three is coming soon"
There is an underground river a hundred feet wide. The water is as black as ink, and the thick fog on the river surface makes it difficult to see even one's fingers.
In the distance, a blue stone bridge spans the north and south. The warriors gathered on the river beach nearby and were divided into three groups.
"Luwa Clan, Zhenyuan Palace, Canghan Dynasty." Xue Tong recognized Pei Ling and Dai Zirong.
But the protagonist on the scene is obviously someone else.
A tall man in a brown robe stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly: "After passing the underground river, there is the altar. The underground river has changed, corrupted and breeds ghosts. Everyone in Canghan, please leave quickly. The altar belongs to the Zhenyuan Palace. , don’t try to get involved.”
"Elder Mao!" The four people from Zhenyuan Palace behind Xue Tong cheered and rushed to join Mao Jishen's team.
Dai Zirong glanced at Xue Tong's outfit and said with a smile: "Mao Jishen, Canghan's reinforcements have arrived. It's too early to tell who will own the altar."
Mao Jishen's face sank, "If we fight, it's hard to predict who will win. Do you have to force me to take action and drive you away?"
Mao Jikun regarded himself as the number one player on the field and did not take Xue and Dai seriously.
"Okay, the altar is yours. Just cross the river and we'll wait!" Xue Tong said unexpectedly.
He roughly guessed what happened, joined the Luwa team, and asked Pei Ling in a low voice.
Pei Ling didn't know Xue Tong, and because of his reputation as Cang Han's acquired peak, he briefly talked about the current situation.
"Dai Zirong, this Taoist priest has said that there is no dispute. You should leave quickly. No one will disturb you. Zhenyuan Palace will try to cross the river again." Mao Jishen urged.
"Elder Mao, wait a moment, let me ask about the situation."
Xue Tong learned from Pei Ling's story that after half a month, three groups of people arrived at the Anhe River beach and tried to cross the river. No matter whether they were flying or boating, the river was full of high-level ghosts and ghosts. Seven or eight people died, and crossing the river still failed.
Mao Jishen asked the people of the Luwa tribe and Canghan Dynasty to leave. Dai Zirong was unable to use his force and lost the battle. He once led his people to leave. However, he wandered around the tomb for several days without finding an exit. He had no choice but to return to the river beach. As long as he did not try to cross the river, this place Relatively the safest.
Unexpectedly, Mao Jishen refused to give up and drove everyone further and further away, claiming that they must disappear out of sight of Zhenyuan Palace.
"What will happen when you step on the stone bridge?" Xue Tong asked.
"Two monsters form a group at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and there is a steady stream."
"The Pei family can't leave even if they want, and my father and brother don't know where they are." Pei Ling said to himself with a sad look on his face, crying.
Xue Tong stood up and said coldly: "The ownership of the teleportation must be the result of negotiation between the three major sects. What's the use of you and me being sentimental here? Elder Mao wants to take the lead and there is no one to stop him. Just cross the bridge. !”
There was a cold smile on Mao Jishen's lips, "From your tone, I don't plan to leave!"
"Elder Mao has been in the cemetery for a long time and is possessed by the miasma ghost energy. I advise you to calm down and force out the miasma ghost energy and stop getting angry and starting unnecessary fights!"
Xue Tong's words are not unreasonable, and everyone who hears them is secretly frightened. People who stay in ancient tombs for a long time tend to lose their rationality, become aggressive, and even become bloodthirsty and perverted.
Mao Jishen unsheathed his long sword, indicating that there was no need to say more nonsense.
Xue Tong suddenly had an iron sword in his hand, and the Xingyun sword was thrown out with one move. Dai Zirong and Pei Ling were both shocked.
"Wei Wuyi, Wanyu Warrior!"
However, what was even more shocking was Mao Jishen. The sharp energy and strong wind that hit his face made him not even think about resisting head-on. He retreated quickly, and his shield and talismans were thrown out.
Xue Tong's vicious attack was completed in an instant, and the moment the attack was exhausted, the person had disappeared.
Poke out the side!
On the way to Mao Jishen's violent retreat, Xue Tong's killing move came again. In a critical situation, he slashed with his long sword, and now there was no shield to buffer him.
Xue Tong's power had already matched Xiantian's a few years ago. Mao Jishen's sword was like a flesh palm striking an iron plate, and he flew out like a kite. Shot dead on the river beach.
Xue Tong put away Mao Jishen's sword and storage bag, and headed towards the Blue Stone Bridge in a flash.
Mao Jishen died unexpectedly within a few breaths, and no one dared to stop Xue Tong.
"Dao Zhang Wei!" Pei Ling shouted.
Dai Zirong was as dumb as a chicken, wondering how Wei Wuxu could become Canghan's worshiper.
The moment Xue Tong stepped onto the blue stone bridge, a black vortex flashed on the bridge, and two red corpse monsters surrounded him on the left and right, slashing with swords.
A black whirlwind suddenly blew up on the bridge, like a black dragon. Xue Tong was wrapped around Xue Tong and rushed towards the other side.
Wherever the black dragon passed, the red corpse monster's sword flew into the air, and half of its arm was smashed into pieces.
Xue Tong disappeared into the thick fog on the other side of the river.
The warriors on the river beach were silent. Everything that happened gave people an unreal feeling, and they had not yet recovered.
…
There is an altar a hundred feet away. The central stone plate is very similar to Wanyu's teleportation.
Xue Tong studied hard for several months and sorted out the rough activation spell. When he finished reciting it, the stone plate trembled slightly for a few times and then stopped responding.
“This thing needs to be tried again and again!”
Xue Tong took a long breath, summoned the bone puppet to protect him, calmed his mind, and opened the Wanyu Codex.
…
For five days, the transmission still failed.
There were more and more intense killing sounds from the other side of the river. Xue Tong was distraught and had no choice but to return to Blue Stone Bridge.
His golden eyes penetrated the fog, and he vaguely saw a large number of corpse monster beetles on the river beach, fighting together with the Yuanqi warriors.
In addition to Dai Zirong and Pei Ling, Tang Yunjie, Zheng Houlin, Pei Zhongqin, and Pei Yaoyi are also working hard to kill monsters.
"The nights are long and there are many dreams. It is important to return to Wanyu."
Xue Tong suppressed the thought of helping and returned to the altar.
A few hours later, just as he was about to try out the newly modified spell, the sound of killing on the other side disappeared, and then the direction of the Blue Stone Bridge became lively.
"Someone is crossing the bridge and coming to the altar!"
Xue Tong suddenly felt nervous and had a bad premonition.
