I said, big brother, your flute voice is really powerful, I didn't expect you to have this cultivation in terms of internal force at a young age, and it is really not easy when your internal force is exhausted.

But, ouch, you bastard, my ass hurts to death, fortunately my old man's internal strength is a little deeper than your stinky boy, otherwise, this old bone and old book would have been taken away from your flute.

Lan Yutang seemed to be amused by his harsh and naughty words, as if he didn't expect that this mysterious person who was originally as stiff as pig iron actually had such a humorous side, so his impression of him suddenly improved, and he didn't complain at all because he had teased himself.

He bowed his hand slightly in the direction where the voice came, and said lightly: Oh, it turned out to be an old-timer, it's really disrespectful, it's disrespectful, it's better for the old-timer to show up, how about I wait for the younger generation to look at my dignity?

The man didn't speak, just laughed.

However, what made Lan Yutang feel strange was that there was no longer the cruelty of terror and death in his laughter.

On the contrary, he even felt that these laughter had a rare innocence and simplicity in the world, like a baby.

His hearty laughter was very inconsistent with the identity of the owner of this wasteland full of death threats.

He was even different from the legend in the rivers and lakes of the person who had been suspected in Lan Yutang's head who could create the "Three Days of Floating Life", and it was very different.

It's hard to understand what this is all about.

No sooner had the mysterious man's laughter fallen than the cave suddenly lit up, and the torches hanging on the wall were lit at the same moment, as if by magic.

The corridor lit up, and the two mysterious people who claimed to be the masters of the Pure Land of Bliss and the masters of the Wasteland Turbid Land appeared after all this was manipulated behind their backs.

What kind of people are they, Lan Yutang really wants to know, and I also want to see their true faces.

When the fire suddenly lit up, his eyes couldn't stand the sudden firelight, so he suddenly blocked the dazzling light with his sleeve.

He knew that when he put his sleeves down, the truth was in front of him.

He was really looking forward to the truth, but he was a little nervous.

He looked at Shang Tianxiang, who had the same expression as him beside him, and suddenly threw away the torch that had burned out in his hand, and grabbed her hand tightly.

And Shang Tianxiang suddenly caught up and grabbed his hand.

Two people who were originally on different paths, two hearts that were originally completely different, suddenly coalesced together at this moment.

Time suddenly stood still, everything was quiet, as if waiting for the truth to come, quietly, quietly, only the sound of two people breathing.

No one could have imagined that there were so many torches hanging on the stone walls on both sides of this road, and no one could have imagined that someone could light so many torches in an instant.

Who is it, what kind of methods are used, what kind of mysterious characters are hidden in this seemingly isolated corridor, and what secrets are hidden.

When all the torches were lit, the darkness that had filled them was slowly lifted like a black booth spread on the ground, and then ornaments woven of brocade were hung.

When the firelight filled the entire corridor, the originally empty and narrow corridor suddenly changed, and it was slowly growing taller and more spacious, like a balloon that was slowly blown up, and in just the blink of an eye, the corridor had all grown.

The top protrudes, the stone walls on both sides stretched in all directions, and countless pillars on the ground sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, slowly growing and lengthening, and then, they became the pillars of the golden beams.

And the originally cold and obscure Yongdao has become a bright palace in the blink of an eye, like the palace of the legendary gods, exuding brilliant light.

But the light was not as warm as the sun, but as cold as the cold stars, which felt like they had felt from the light of the gold jewels.

There is no doubt that this miraculous temple was also filled with gold jewels.

Due to walking in the dark for a long time, Lan Yutang seemed to feel that the divine brilliance emitted by this temple was so dazzling, so he quickly covered his eyes with his sleeve.

Looking at this suddenly rising miraculous hall, although Lan Yutang knew that this was likely to be an illusion, he still had a lot of doubts in his heart, and said secretly:

What happened just now, is all this an illusion? All these hallucinations, is it the mysterious person who just now is manipulating, why can't he feel his existence at all?

It's like a temple, why isn't there a single person, not even a living being, in such a splendid temple?

If the self-proclaimed Lord of the Pure Land of Bliss really exists, then this may be his lair, not to mention the fact that we seem to have seen him enter through that side door just now.

If there is really an exit to this mysterious passage, it must be in this miraculous palace, whether it is a hallucination, whether it is real or not, we have to give it a try, this has become our last chance.

Thinking of this, he looked at Shang Tianxiang and motioned for her to follow him towards the depths of the temple.

And the torches that were originally hanging on the stone walls on both sides of the corridor are now the torches hanging on the walls of the temple.

The light of the torches danced throughout the temple, flickering and flickering, like the playfulness of a mischievous baby, or the footsteps of the Grim Reaper flapping its wings.

At this time, Shang Tianxiang was still sitting where she had fallen just now, motionless, perhaps shocked by the sudden rise of the temple in front of her, or perhaps the fall just now had intensified the spread of the skull pattern on her body.

Then, it was as if I suddenly came back to my senses.

In addition to the light of torches, the jewels and diamonds that lay out on the ground and set on the surrounding walls are even more dazzling.

In the light, Shang Tianxiang looked around, and then found that Lan Yutang was looking at his hand with a mysterious expression, as if he was seeing a ghost.

Shang Tianxiang was also a little curious why he had such an expression, so he followed his gaze and looked at his hand, and suddenly found that the thing that tripped her tightly in his hand was a human-faced skeleton, and it seemed to be a human-faced skeleton that had not been dead for a long time, and it was dripping with blood.

Seeing this human-faced skeleton, Shang Tianxiang felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake on the buttocks, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, threw away the human-faced skeleton, and screamed.

Shang Tianxiang has been walking the rivers and lakes since he was thirteen years old, and when he was fifteen years old, he became the owner of Guiyunzhuang through the selection of the Burial Sword Island.

From the beginning of walking the rivers and lakes at the age of thirteen to the present, he has been the master of Guiyunzhuang for nearly thirty years, although there are not many people killed, but the scenes of dead people should also be seen a lot.

However, today, when he found himself holding such a blood-drenched human-faced skeleton in such a miraculous hall, he was still startled and shocked.

Even after throwing the skeleton out, she was still trembling, leaning tightly on Lan Yutang's body, and the hand that grabbed the skeleton just now rubbed it on her body, rubbing it, as if she wanted to wipe off the blood stains on it, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

In fact, she was scared not only because she had caught a human-faced skeleton, but more importantly......