Pitfall?

Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng suspiciously, not knowing why he said this.

The thin old man looked puzzled, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Yang, why?"

Yang Mucheng looked at the thin old man with a smile and asked:

"Elder Liu, if you die, what kind of tomb will you build?"

"If it were me, I would have hidden the tomb in a place where no one knew about it. In the tomb, various traps are set. Whether it is a captain who touches Jin or a martial artist, if he enters the tomb, he will die or live, and he will not let them enter my tomb. The thin old man said.

The many warriors present also nodded their heads again and again.

No one wants to be disturbed by grave robbers after they die.

Even Yang Mucheng is the same.

"The same is true of the emperors of the mortal realm when they die, and they will set up their tombs in a place where no one knows. Mercury was poured into the tomb and the door was blocked with gravel. In the corridor of the tomb, falling rocks, pits, poisonous arrows, and miasma emerge in endlessly. ”

"Even the craftsmen who excavated and built the cemetery would kill them and not let them reveal the location of the cemetery. ”

"But there is something strange about the tomb of this Beixuan Zhenren, whether it is the sheep intestine path or the gargoyles in this hall, it is not to stop the tomb robbers. It's like you're being selected......"

Yang Mucheng said slowly.

At the beginning, when this tomb appeared in the Burial Dragon Mountain, Yang Mucheng felt strange.

Beixuan Zhenren, a powerful existence, is fully capable of setting the tomb in a realm that no one knows, but it is placed in such a conspicuous position. Not only the martial artists and the captain of the golden school know it, but even the ordinary people in the mortal world know that there is a big tomb here.

This kind of strange behavior naturally made Yang Mucheng suspicious.

"It seems so!" the thin old man frowned. "Hundreds of years ago, I once heard that Beixuan Zhenren seemed to be studying the method of immortality, and it was precisely because his research angered some powerful beings that he was seriously injured. Could it be that his soul is not extinguished, and he wants to select layers of selections and select a suitable body to take away?"

"What, Takeshe?" exclaimed one of the warriors.

"Then why don't we run away?" someone hurriedly ran towards the outside of the main hall.

Yang Mucheng shook his head: "It's too late to escape at this time." Whether my guess is true or not, but if you enter this tomb and want to get out, I'm afraid it's impossible. The only way to survive is to go into the depths of the tomb and see what is going on!"

"Ah~"

As soon as the words fell, the warriors who had fled before suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Immediately after, several warriors retreated.

"What's the matter?" the thin old man hurriedly asked.

"On the way we came, someone had already set up a magic circle. The moment the three half-step Xuanqi martial artists stepped into the magic circle just now, the qi and blood in their whole bodies were completely drained and turned into a dried corpse. The blood was received directly under the abyss...... "The warrior who fled back said in horror.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

The way to come has been completely blocked, and you can only go deep into the tomb.

"Let's go!"

"I want to see what kind of mechanism this Beixuan real person has set up for us!"

Yang Mucheng smiled coldly and walked towards the depths of the tomb.

His composure also made many martial artists breathe a sigh of relief, and they hurriedly followed behind Yang Mucheng and walked towards the tomb.

"It is worthy of being the host that the master fancies, and he actually saw through the master's plan so quickly. There are more than fifty people left...... There are so many people alive, but the next few levels are not so easy!"

The demon slave quietly looked at the people walking towards the depths of the tomb and grinned.

......

"It's ......"

Leaving the main hall, the group walked towards the depths of the tomb.

This path seems to lead to the depths of the earth's heart, as if it were endless. Along the way, the crowd went through several levels.

Black and White Chess, Purple Fire Swamp, Mirror Lake Waterhole......

But because of obeying Yang Mucheng's arrangement, after passing seven levels in a row, the number of people is still about fifty. For a while, everyone was convinced of Yang Mucheng, and even the thin old man regarded Yang Mucheng as the backbone, no matter what action he had, he had to ask first.

"It's bottoming out!" the passage is starting to flatten out......"

The wizened old man was the first to be alert.

"It shouldn't be over yet, and I haven't seen the coffin yet. I suspect that Beixuan Zhenren has never died!" Yang Mucheng said lightly.

"Look!"

At this moment, there was an exclamation.

In the closest position to everyone, an old turtle the size of a small mountain lay on the ground. A huge stone pillar passed through the old turtle's back shell and nailed it to the ground. On the stone pillar, there are countless strange talismans carved on the seal, as if it is a certain kind of suppression ritual!

"There's that too!"

Not far from the old turtle, there is also a huge yin snake. This Yin Snake is even bigger than the one in the Medicine King Valley. Like the old tortoise, half of its body is suppressed by the stone pillar, and the other half of its body is hovering around the stone pillar.

"Oh my God!"

"Turtle, snake, tiger, eagle, lion, ape, leopard, elephant......!

"These are big demons! they are big demons who have cultivated to reach the true Xuan Qi realm!"

"To be able to suppress the existence of the Great Demon in the tomb like this, who else can do it except Beixuan Zhenren?"

Everyone gasped.

"These big demons are still alive!"

The thin old man walked up to the old turtle. These eight-headed demons, because they have been suppressed for hundreds of years, have long been covered with rocks and moss, like stone sculptures. But when he touched it with his hand, he could still feel the qi and blood surging in the body of these eight-headed demons, and the heart beating slightly!

"Is this the method of Beixuan Zhenren? a terrifying existence whose strength has reached the Xuanye Realm...... These inferior demons, who have been suppressed by him for hundreds of years, can still maintain their breath, what kind of means is this!"

Yang Mucheng was secretly frightened.

Just when everyone was observing the eight demon stones, in the center of the abyss, the demon slave knelt tremblingly in front of the bronze coffin.

"What the hell is going on?"

"After passing so many levels, there are still more than 50 people alive......"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

In the coffin, there was an uncontrollable roar.

"Master, the boy you fancy is too powerful...... All the levels didn't seem to have an effect on him. The demon slave hurriedly shouted.

"How is it possible? He's just a half-step Xuan Qi, not even a true Xuan Qi realm. The Nine Heavenly Demon Levels I set up, even if it is a Xuan Qi powerhouse, can be killed, how can it be ineffective for him!" An angry roar came from the bronze coffin. "You're lying to me again!"

"Give me death!"

Rumble!

A burst of black death erupted from the bronze coffin, shining directly on the demon slave's body. This demon slave didn't even let out a wail, and was completely killed.

"Useless waste!"

"Since the Nine Heavenly Demon Levels can't help you, then I can only use it to awaken the eight-headed demon under the Demon Suppression Stone!"

The bronze coffin fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly erupted into a terrifying howl.

"Up!"

Loud as thunder, like a demon!

......

(End of chapter)