The abyss, the wind gusts.

Those half-step Xuan Qi that fell from the sheep intestine path were torn apart by the gang wind before they fell to the ground. Blood flowed down the ground, gradually converging into a blood trough engraved with strange formations.

In the center of the blood trough, there is a huge bronze coffin.

"Master!"

An existence that looked like a human and a non-human, like a demon and a non-demon knelt in front of the bronze coffin and shouted respectfully: "Someone has entered the mountain again...... Now there are seventy-seven people left, and the one with the highest cultivation is an old man in the Xuan Qi realm. The rest are all half-step Xuanqi. ”

"Is there a suitable one?" said a low cheer from the bronze coffin.

"Yes!" The demon slave knelt in front of the coffin, pondered for a moment and said, "This is a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, who has cultivated to reach half a step of Xuanqi. But the minions can't see through this boy!"

The bronze coffin snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice: "At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I reached the half-step Xuan Qi, and this qualification is even more powerful than I did at the beginning." How can you see through him? Okay, let's go and set up the circle and let them kill each other. Bring this boy to me. Whether I can be resurrected or not depends only on this day!"

"I can't wake up for too long, or the spirit will dissipate, go ahead......"

The sound of the bronze coffin gradually subsided.

"Yes!"

The demon slave drank in a low voice, glanced at the coffin with great respect, and then stood up.

It put its hands behind its back, looked above the abyss, and raised the corners of its mouth in disdain.

"A bunch of greedy fools, how can you get the treasures of Beixuan Zhenren?"

"At the beginning, Beixuan Zhenren set up a tomb in Burial Dragon Mountain, just to attract people to come over so that he could be resurrected. Now you will all be flesh and blood under the resurrection of your master...... And that boy, if you can pass the test, you will have the honor of being the master's body!"

Come to think of it.

The demon slave didn't make any moves, but its body trembled violently, turning into a small cloud of black smoke and quietly disappearing in place.

"This is the master's new body, I have to keep an eye on it!"

......

A moment.

Yang Mucheng suddenly noticed something and looked behind him fiercely.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" the thin old man asked in a deep voice.

"It looks like someone is spying on me......"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly, and he glanced behind him a few more times, but there was no one behind him.

"Maybe it's an illusion!" Liang Xiao said.

Yang Mucheng did not speak.

His perception has always been quite acute, and he can't be wrong. The other party was able to evade his perception, and even avoided the prying eyes of the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, so his strength must be absolutely extraordinary.

The crowd marched all the way.

Gradually, I found that the road turned abruptly towards the center of the earth, all the way straight down.

After a while, they came to a large hall.

The whole hall is empty, when everyone steps into the hall, the rows of crystal lamps are lit up by themselves from near to far, illuminating the entire hall. Yang Mucheng looked at the past and was quickly attracted by something.

It was a bat-like statue, two people tall, and its wings were three or four meters tall even when they were folded. The four claws are sharp, and the claws are sharp.

Creak~

Suddenly, the eyes of this bat statue flickered and fell on Yang Mucheng's body.

"Not good!"

Yang Mucheng was stunned.

Almost at the same time, a scream rang out. He hurriedly looked behind him, only to see a statue under the gaze of everyone, and the rocks covering his body suddenly crumbled, and the stones fell like rain. In the next moment, the huge bat already let out a howl, flew up, and its sharp claws grabbed the shoulders of a warrior, and at the same time, its wings flapped, sending him alive into the air.

Before everyone could react, the half-step Xuanqi martial artist had already been directly torn apart under countless pairs of eyes.

"Click~"

At the same time, the body of the bat statue in front of Yang Mucheng also burst out of a crack. As soon as this crack appeared, it spread like lightning in all directions, spreading all over the body. Immediately after, the rock shattered, and a huge bat jumped out of the statue directly, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards Yang Mucheng.

"This is a gargoyle, a ghost creature developed with secret techniques!

The thin old man exclaimed.

"Half-step Xuanqi?"

When a martial artist heard this, he sneered. His eyes widened in anger, and he did not retreat in the face of the onrushing gargoyles.

With a shake of his right hand, a sword light had already burst out, and it immediately turned into a three-zhang sword qi, slashing heavily at the gargoyle's body as if it was slashing down from the nine heavens.

"This is Ling Feng's sword!"

"Yellow Rank Superior Martial Arts!"

"This sword is completely condensed by internal strength, although it is extremely consuming internal strength, but the power is extraordinary. Even the real Xuan Qi Realm didn't dare to resist, his sword would definitely be able to kill the gargoyle!"

......

Everyone talked about it, and hurriedly looked ahead, as if they had seen the picture of the gargoyle being split in half by a sword.

However, in the face of this sword, the gargoyle laughed hideously, and the huge bat's wings folded in front of him like a bird, allowing the sword qi to slash at his body. Hearing only the sound of the 'bell', the sword qi was suddenly shattered, and this Ling Feng sword only cut a painless sword mark on the gargoyle's body.

"What?"

The warrior's eyes narrowed, and before he could come back to his senses, the gargoyle was already pounced. The five claws like steel nails grabbed directly at the chest, and with a 'bang', the entire chest was torn open!

"Old man, didn't you say that this gargoyle only has a half-step of Xuanqi?"

Seeing another person killed, all the warriors present panicked. Some people even doubted the thin old man's previous words, and scolded unceremoniously.

Bang!

The thin old man slammed his palms and repelled a gargoyle that was rushing towards him, and said indignantly: "This is the tomb of the Northern Xuan Zhenren, how can you and I understand the mystery? This gargoyle's body is made of obsidian, and its strength far exceeds that of the same level of half-step Xuan Qi. Let's go up together and kill these gargoyles!"

As soon as the words fell, the thin old man glanced at the corner and looked at the corner.

I saw a gargoyle flying out like a big peng spreading its wings, its wings spread out to reach seven or eight meters, and the flying momentum was like a dark cloud covering the top, and it swept straight towards Yang Mucheng. But Yang Mucheng stood in place, motionless, as if he was scared stupid.

"Brother Yang, hide! You're not the opponent of this gargoyle......"

The thin old man was anxious in his heart, and it was too late to make a move, so he could only watch.

But before his words fell, Yang Mucheng had already taken a step forward, and he stepped in front of the gargoyle as if he had shrunk into an inch, and at the same time punched out.

Thirty-six styles of real martial arts, Jiaolong changes!

Hiss~

The gargoyle let out a roar, and its claws frantically probed towards Yang Mucheng.

(End of chapter)