"Boy, where did the rosary beads on your hand come from? Don't tell me that I picked them up."
Hu Xiao looked at the simple string of beads on Yang Feng's hand with some curiosity. From a distance, there was nothing strange about it, but the Buddha's light emanating from it,
But even the bloody skeletons with superb combat power have to avoid the edge temporarily.
"Brother Tiger, let's go into this coffin and check it out first. Let's talk about the rosary slowly."
"Well, what if the bloody skeleton closes the coffin again once we enter?"
Hu Xiao was still a little worried. Not to mention what was strange in the coffin, even the bloody skeleton in front of him could easily suppress them.
Now he finally understood why Dao Yi and his group of eight people were killed and fled in panic. I bet it was the blood skeleton who contributed.
"You can see the end of this cemetery at a glance. There is nothing else here except this coffin. If you want to find "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One", you can only start with this coffin."
Recalling that before, Dao Ba and others who fled in embarrassment must have come here to find "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One", but faced with the extremely powerful Blood Skeleton, they had no choice but to escape.
Although Yang Feng had never personally experienced the power of the Blood Skeleton, even Hu Xiao, who had always been conceited, was picked up by the opponent like a chicken.
If it had been him, the outcome wouldn't have been much better.
"Well, who asked me to sign a soul contract with you!"
Although Hu Xiao was reluctant, he still couldn't resist Yang Feng's temptation. Besides, Yang Feng entered the coffin alone and left him here to fight the blood skeleton for a life and death battle. Wasn't that just looking for death?
The blood skeleton looked at the rosary in Yang Feng's hand, full of fear, and retreated to the coffin. He stopped when he had no choice but to retreat!
The Buddha's light emanating from the rosary beads dissipated all the power of the blood demon in the cemetery. Even the blood skeletons were affected by the Buddha's light and became weak.
Yet outside the cemetery.
Dao Qi was surprised by what happened in the cemetery.
What did he see? The bloody skeleton with unparalleled combat power was actually afraid of Yang Feng.
Dao Yi and others did not return to the underground cave after escaping from the cemetery, but chose to stay here.
Of course, this is Dao Ba's strong request, because he has always had a strong desire to absorb and fuse Yang Feng's destructive sword intent, and now Yang Feng and Hu Xiao broke into the cemetery.
It was the best time to absorb the destructive sword intent in Yang Feng. Even the eight of them could not defeat the Blood Skeleton. They did not believe that Yang Feng could achieve great blessings.
But the scene in front of me.
"Old Qi, how is the situation in the cemetery?"
"That's right! You tell me, I'm really anxious."
…
"See for yourselves."
Dao Qi let out a long sigh, and then used his summoned sword intent to project the scene in the cemetery in front of everyone.
At this time, they happened to see Yang Feng and Hu Xiao jumping into the coffin.
"Could it be that the power of the blood demon of the blood skeleton has begun to decline? Our opportunity has come."
"That's right! Let's go, we must not let Yang Feng take the lead."
…
All seven people were eager to give it a try, but Dao Qi, who knew the inside story, sat aside in silence.
Just when the remaining seven people were about to step into the cemetery again, they were stopped by the taciturn Dao Qi.
"Old Qi, don't block the way!"
"Old Qi, why are you so crazy! If it's too late, the Zongzong Sword Art will fall into Yang Feng's hands."
"Old Qi, do you know anything?"
Dao Yi, as the boss, naturally knows the temper of each brother. If Dao Qi would betray them, he would never believe it. He firmly believed that Dao Qi must have his reasons for doing so.
"Brothers, I don't know what kind of treasure Yang Feng used to actually make the blood skeleton throw a rat weapon."
"If we enter the cemetery again this time, we will most likely be buried here. Once our eight brothers die, Yang Feng and Hu Xiao will become the biggest winners, so we cannot enter this cemetery."
Dao Qi explained patiently to the seven people.
"Lao Qi, even so, I'm still not willing to give up the Zhenzong Sword Art to my hands like this."
Dao Ba, if the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" sword technique that he has been thinking about day and night falls into the hands of Yang Feng, he will never be willing to do so.
"Yes! If our Wanjian Dao Sect's Sect-Suppressing Sword Art falls into the hands of outsiders, won't we be laughed at by other sects when we return to the Star Territory in the future?"
"Yes! The sword technique must not fall into Yang Feng's hands."
…
Each of them believed that what Dao Qi said was true, but for them to watch helplessly as the Zhenzong Sword Art was taken away by Yang Feng was simply more uncomfortable than killing them.
"Brothers, listen to me. The reason why I won't let you in is not to hand over our sect's Zongzong Sword Art to Yang Feng, but to wait for work and let Yang Feng enter the coffin and give it to us. Find the sword art."
After hearing this, everyone secretly took selfies.
"As expected of our sect's Zhiduoxing, then I will listen to you. We will stay here, recharge our batteries and wait for Yang Feng to come."
"Well, this is a good idea. When the time comes, I will not only take back the sword art from him, but also take away his destructive sword intent, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart."
Dao Ba also agrees.
He hates Yang Fengshuang to the core, and his injuries have not healed yet. If Yang Feng hadn't shown weakness at the beginning, how could he have been injured by the Red Lotus Karma Fire.
The culprit of this incident was naturally Yang Feng.
If Yang Feng knew about this, he would definitely pull out the Winged Dragon Beast and take the blame. Anyway, it was not him who controlled the Red Lotus Karma Fire.
Speaking of Yang Feng and Hu Xiao, after entering the coffin, they were knocked unconscious by a strong suction force. When they woke up again, they no longer knew what kind of world they were in.
I only vaguely remember that they jumped into the coffin together. I don't remember what happened after that. It's as if the memory after that has been erased by someone's spell.
"Huxiao, wake up! Are we in the world of coffins?"
Yang Feng woke up first and shook the tiger roaring beside him awake.
"What? I actually fell asleep?"
The tiger roared, screaming for the first time in history.
"This is the world of coffins? That coffin has such a large space, could it be the work of the blood demon clan?"
Because Hu Xiao clearly knew that although this was a supreme secret realm of Wanjian Dao Sect, the battle back then was so tragic, with countless people killed and injured.
Among them there must be people who survived, or some survivors who were extremely powerful. Before they died, they used treasures to open up space and then buried themselves.
This coffin is most likely a boss of a certain blood demon clan. After being taken away from the Star Territory in the Supreme Secret Realm, in the following years, he sensed that his end was approaching, so he created a space for himself in advance. cemetery.
"Are you saying that the world we see in front of us is not what originally existed in the coffin, but was created by the strong men of the blood demon clan before they died?"
This was the first time Yang Feng heard that a strong man would open a "cemetery" for himself before dying, and it was such a big cemetery.
The first time he saw the method of opening up a space was when he was going through the thunder tribulation for the first time. In order to cover him up, Canxian spent his remaining mana to open up an independent space for him to go through the tribulation.
But the independent space at that time was really limited. Like here, there was no end as far as the eye could see.
"Of course, it's just this space. Obviously, it can't be done by one person."
"Forget it, let's find the sword art first. With your Buddhist rosary here, there is no need to panic even if you encounter the situation outside."
Tiger roared, leading Yang Feng towards the distance.
"Um."
Yang Feng took out the rosary and put it on his wrist. Not only that, but just in case, he also took out the sword that matched the rosary and carried it on his back.
Hu Xiao took a look at the Jie Dao that Yang Feng was carrying, and felt that it was nothing special, so he ignored it. He thought that Yang Feng was tired of using the sword and wanted to use it for fun.
The two of them walked forward aimlessly. The world in this coffin was not much different from the secret realm of Sword Intent. The only difference was that there were no blackwood trees here.
The grass on the ground was withered and yellow, giving people a feeling of desolation. Before they walked far, the two of them froze, frightened by the endless tombstones in front of them.
These tombstones are not like the three wordless tombstones they met in the outside world. Each tombstone here has bright red fonts on it.
The blood demon clan spreads blood to the tomb in the sky.
The blood demon clan, the tomb of Xue Wushuang.
The blood demon clan, the Tomb of the Blood Princess.
…
Then Yang Feng saw again that a tombstone that did not belong to the blood demon clan appeared here.
Wanjian Dao Sect, the sect leader, the tomb of Aotian Wuhen.
Wanjian Taoist Sect, Supreme Elder, Jiang Yanyun’s tomb.
…
The demon tribe, the demon commander, the tomb of Qingtian Peng.
…
It turns out that in this endless tombstone, not only the blood demon clan, but also all the races that died in that war can find tombstones here.
This is why Dao Qi used his Summoning Sword Intention in the outside world. Although many heroic spirits were awakened underground, no powerful ones emerged. Perhaps the sword spirit himself did not expect that most of the powerful people would place their tombstones in this coffin. Inside.
And before he died, he gathered everyone's efforts to open up such a vast space.
"Haha! I didn't expect Aotian Wuhen, that old man to die here. No wonder the Wanjian Dao Sect's Zongzong Sword Art has disappeared since his death. Ganqing was taken underground by him."
Hu Xiao couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the tombstone of Aotian Wuhen, the former leader of Wanjian Dao Sect.
"Brother Tiger, you're saying that the Sword Art is under this cemetery, but if everyone is dead, then digging up someone else's grave, isn't this inappropriate?"
Yang Feng felt a little guilty! When he was in high school, he used to read notes on tomb robbing. Now they are robbing other people's tombs in a useless way.
"Ha! Do you still want to practice the most powerful sword technique? It's so hard."
Regarding robbing the enemy's tomb, Hu Xiao didn't feel any pressure at all. He couldn't do anything to him while the other party was still alive. Now that he was a lonely ghost, it was even more impossible to take revenge on him.
"Uh, Amitabha! Good! Good!"
Yang Feng silently recited a Buddhist mantra before starting to dig the grave.
Of course, it was still early in this space at this time, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Although there were many graves, they were both monks, so they could only slap ghosts.
The only thing I'm worried about is whether the blood demon clan will have a back-up here.
