Outside Wuxian Mountain, there is no sunlight all year round.

I don't know when it snows all year round. The snowy scene without sunlight, except for the biting cold, is really difficult to arouse the urge to appreciate.

The cold wind blew in from the only entrance at the top of the Fuhua Tomb, as if it was blowing a horn, whining non-stop, and like the accumulated white bones in the Fuhua Tomb, telling of unwillingness.

There is an unwillingness to die.

In the kingdom of gentlemen, everyone prays for eternal life, wants to change their lives against the sky, and wants to break through shackles and spells.

Today, it is in ruins.

Yu Shangrong sometimes wonders...... As human beings, why would God treat them differently?

In order to change his fate, he left here when he was young. With the legs of an ordinary person, he walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, through dangerous jungles, and sought spiritual ......

He finally stood at the top of the spire of human cultivation, and if he said that he was not reconciled at all, he was deceiving himself.

Woo –

The wind is getting stronger.

Pull him back from all his thoughts.

Yu Shangrong stood up and looked around.

Looking at this ingenious design in the tomb, he shook his head again and again.

He walked to the wall engraved with the word "Changsheng" and touched it gently.

Click.

There was a crisp sound, and the word Changsheng protruded outward.

Organ?

Dozens of hidden weapons shot out from the walls on both sides.

Yu Shangrong didn't even need to mobilize his vitality, his own instinctive body protection qi could keep these hidden weapons out of his body.

What a weak secret weapon.

This is an arrow made by ordinary people with their hands, delicate, hard, small, exquisite, full of craftsmanship. How...... It's not as powerful as one-ten-thousandth of the power of cultivation.

All the hidden weapons landed.

A dark grid appeared on the wall.

He didn't hesitate and pressed down.

The second stone door slowly opened.

Inside is a circular area, and the light falling from above is better than outside, but there is still the whining of the wind.

After listening to it for a while, I gradually got used to the presence of whimpering sounds.

In the middle of the circular area, there is a circular stone table, on which is placed a brocade box, around the brocade box, is a dry lavender, may have been a long time, only the outline of lavender, has long become a pile of slag.

Yu Shangrong waved his sleeves slightly, the lavender flew away, and the dust dispersed.

The appearance of the brocade box is presented in front of you.

The lid of the brocade box is engraved with the pattern of lavender.

Yu Shangrong didn't think much about it, and waved his sleeves slightly.

Clicks–

The brocade box opens.

There were a few books in the box, as well as a few pills.

Yu Shangrong took out the book and glanced at it casually.

There is nothing special about books, they are the secret practices of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

If it is shown to ordinary people, it can indeed be called a treasure, but for Yu Shangrong, this is a pile of waste paper garbage, which cannot enter his eyes.

The vitality in his palm trembled slightly, and the books turned into powder.

In the case of pills, it is even more because the time is too long, and the effect of the medicine has already almost volatilized.

Judging from the shape and the remaining medicinal residues, these pills should be relatively low-grade longevity pills. Again, it won't be of much use to him.

These things are indeed precious things for the gentlemen of the past.

I just didn't expect it to be stored in the Fuhua Tomb.

Nobody is practicing, no one is taking?

Yu Shangrong sighed softly and slapped it with one palm.

Bang!

The brocade box landed.

A special painting falls from the bottom of the brocade box.

Yu Shangrong's gaze fell on the painting.

To be precise, it was not a painting, but a page of paper engraved with various symbols.

Yu Shangrong suddenly remembered the blank paper and task given to him by the master, and the symbols on the white paper seemed to be very similar to the symbols on this page.

He took out the blank paper given by Master from his bosom.

Spread out on the stone table and compare them one by one.

Many symbols are more similar, and a few are even identical.

There are more symbols on the paper book.

It can be seen that the content recorded on the blank paper and the paper book are different, but they are the same style.

"Master's thing?" Yu Shangrong felt incredulous.

Master's stuff, how could it be here?

Everything else is not very valuable, but this paper book must be very valuable.

Yu Shangrong looked at the symbols on it carefully, but he really couldn't understand it at all, so he gave up reading.

Then carefully fold it and place it in your arms.

Being able to lie quietly in this brocade box for so many years, and not being affected by the weather, shows that the material of this paper book is also extraordinary.

Get the paper booklet.

Yu Shangrong looked back at the stone gate.

"Return?"

He glanced at the first stone door.

Walk out of the second stone gate.

A louder whine came from the tuyere.

Yu Shangrong always felt that something was wrong, and with a single palm, the Hundred Tribulation Cave Underworld Body appeared.

The Golden Lotus Lotus was once again infected by the purple Gu technique.

"Can't go back?"

Yu Shangrong frowned slightly.

If there was no problem with the Dharma Body, by flying with all his might, he could return to the Demon Heaven Pavilion within seven days.

But now...... I'm afraid that less than halfway through, the Dharma Body will be destroyed.

In the wilderness, there are many fierce beasts, and if you are not careful, they will become food for fierce beasts.

There is no Dharma Body...... Cultivation is only equivalent to quenching the body nine times, at most doing chores, but you can't rush through dangerous forest areas.

He didn't think that the luck of his youth would happen again.

As soon as he thought of this, Yu Shangrong stopped, not planning to break the door.

Sit cross-legged at the moment, mobilize your vitality, and suppress the infection of the purple Gu technique...... While pranayama, I fell into thought.

......

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night have passed.

If it weren't for the light above the Smoked Tomb, it would have been dawn.

He once again sacrificed the Hundred Tribulations Cave Underworld Body...... The purple spots do spread a little slower.

But this kind of suppression is tantamount to chronic poison.

This is not the way to go......

Yu Shangrong thought of ways all night, but he couldn't stop the infection of this Gu technique.

After so many years, he was invincible in the cultivation world, and as a sword demon, it was the first time that he had this feeling of helplessness.

It's helpless.

Yu Shangrong stood up, came to the inside of the second stone gate, and continued to think of a way to pranayama cross-legged.

On the fifth day, Yu Shangrong sacrificed the Dharma Body again......

The Hundred Tribulation Cave Stygian Golden Lotus Lotus Throne is almost all infected.

It may be the extreme oppression that the golden lotus is about to be infected, and Yu Shangrong suddenly burst out with a terrible thought: Kill the golden lotus!

Very scary thoughts.

He was well aware of the consequences of slaying the Golden Lotus.

Because he had used the Immortal Sword to cut through countless Dharma Bodies.

Demon Zen Dharma Body, Daomen Dharma Body, Confucian Tiangang Dharma Body, Buddha Gate Golden Body......

No matter what kind of law body, it was cut open by a heaven-level weapon...... Without exception, they will all be hit hard.

So...... Cutting the golden lotus is no different from suicide!

When Yu Shangrong thought of this, his five fingers trembled.

He struggled to hold the sheath of the immortal sword.

A generation of sword demons, after all, is still nervous.

(PS: Cutting the golden lotus is just the first step in the "abnormal" way to promote Jiuye, not necessarily faster than the protagonist, the foreshadowing is obvious...... ）

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