Ling Xian flipped through the diary left by this senior Gu Xiu, and his mood also fluctuated, as time passed, the situation became more and more tense, but also more and more confusing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even the other party's diary has become extremely sloppy, and I don't know if it's because the mood is too bad or the situation is critical......

"There are not many fellow disciples, but no one chooses to retreat, even if he falls, even if his soul returns to the underworld, we must draw his soul and refine his soul. ”

"Finally, we are about to catch up with that guy, maybe, this will be my last battle in the immortal cultivation world, I don't know what the final result is, I don't know if I still have a chance to live, yesterday, I will break through the bottleneck in the late stage of Xuanxuan, maybe this is a blessing in disguise, but the enhanced strength, can you deal with that guy......"

There are not many diaries left, and the news revealed by this article seems that they are at the end of their rope, but even so, the monks of the Huayu Sect still do not give up, they have already held the mentality of burning jade.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone, and Ling Xian also felt that tragic emotion, and his expression became extremely solemn.

"Caught up, a big battle, the sky was dark, the fellow disciples advanced and fell, I finally tore the black gas that shrouded the surface of his body, but ......"

The diary stopped abruptly here, and I don't know if it was not finished or torn up.

The last record is even more sloppy.

It is conceivable that in the case of such a fierce fight, the other party should not have time to write a diary, but he wrote it instead, why is this?

Seven or eight times out of ten it is to leave clues for future generations.

What does he want to tell posterity?

Ling Xian didn't know, because the most important place was gone.

When the other party saw the true face of the murderer, he seemed to be extremely surprised and felt incredible......

That mysterious immortal cultivator, where will it be sacred?

Ling Xian didn't know.

However, according to the diary, it is not difficult for him to make a guess.

The most important clue is that he seems to be a ghost, but he is very familiar with everything in the Feather Sect.

What's going on, these two points are fundamentally contradictory.

Ling Xian frowned and pondered.

On the one hand, he wanted to solve the puzzle, and on the other hand, he wondered if he should chase it down.

The mysterious and terrible monk fled here.

Could the strangeness of his cave have anything to do with him?

If the answer was yes, Ling Xian's best choice now was to flee quickly.

Without him, that Lingkong Venerable finally advanced to the late stage of Tongxuan, and with the help of his fellow sects, he was still invincible.

Although his own strength is far superior to that of immortal cultivators of the same level, compared to the Spirit Sky Venerable, it is far inferior.

If you meet that mysterious monk and say a polite word, I am afraid that I will not have the power to resist at all.

If this was the case, of course Ling Xian would not go to death.

But the reason is that this is true, but according to Ling Xian's speculation, the possibility of such a situation is actually not great.

For no other reason, I don't know how many years it has been since this happened.

The exact year is hard to speculate, but there must be 100,000 years.

After such a long time, even if the mysterious and terrifying immortal cultivator is still alive, it is absolutely impossible for him to stay here.

Unless he had something wrong with his head, he would have left here 100 percent a long time ago.

What's more, with his strength, why bother pretending to be a ghost, so the weirdness of his cave mansion should have little to do with him.

This thought swirled through his mind, and Ling Xian decided not to back down and move on, finding out the twists and turns of the matter.

Of course, he wouldn't just leave like this, and before leaving, Ling Xian buried the bones of these monks.

Although they didn't know each other, these people were undoubtedly warriors, that Lingkong Venerable, and even a generation of grandmasters, Ling Xian could not do much for them, which could be regarded as a sign of his respect.

Subsequently, Ling Xian hit the road.

Along the way, it's not flat.

From time to time, there will be attacks, there are demon beasts, there are also ghosts and ghosts, fortunately, the strength is not strong, Ling Xian has overcome all the thorns and thorns, and just like that, another day and a night of hard work.

There was no way ahead, and he finally reached the end of the underground cavern.

Ling Xian frowned.

There is nothing, and I am entangled in whether I am too careful, or I am going in the wrong direction.

For a while, with Ling Xian's experience in the city government, he was also a little at a loss.

He didn't give up halfway, but he didn't expect that in the end, it would be a result of nothing, which was obviously unacceptable to Ling Xian.

He didn't give up, so he released his divine sense and searched the neighborhood inch by inch.

"Hey, this is ......"

The hard work paid off, and suddenly, Ling Xian made a discovery.

His figure flashed, and he came to the left, which was a mountain wall, but there were some runes carved into it, but it was very faint, if he didn't use his divine sense to search and sweep it in a dazzling eye, it was really possible to ignore the past.

Ling Xian leaned closer at this time and read it carefully.

The more I look at it, the more my brows furrow, this rune is a little weird, how to say it...... Like a pattern array, and like a seal, Ling Xian himself was confused, after all, he didn't have much research on this side.

A hint of hesitation flashed across his face, but soon, his expression became firm again.

After all the hard work, it was hard to get to this point, but in the end, did it fall short?

Of course, Ling Xian would not really make such a choice.

Fight!

Gritting his teeth, Ling Xian's robe flicked, and the sword light slashed down at the rune.

Thorn ......

A curtain of light emerged, blocking the sword light.

Ling Xian naturally wouldn't stop and inject more mana.

In an instant, the sword qi in the sky surged out and closed into the void, while Ling Xian took a few steps back and shouted, "Slash!"

With his movements, a giant sword more than ten zhang long appeared in the void, and it was those sword qi that gathered together just now and condensed into the ground.

Rumble!

With an earth-shattering bang, the light curtain shattered into pieces like glass.

The runes that were originally carved on the boulder have disappeared.

Ling Xian blew a breath and turned into a violent wind, blowing away the smoke and dust in the sky, and then he came to the front of the mountain wall again and gently pushed it.

This time there was no obstruction at all, and the rumbling sound came to the ears, and the 10,000-pound boulder was pushed away by Ling Xian.

A huge hole appeared in front of me.

Ling Xian didn't hesitate and walked in.

Of course, it's all about defense.

Not only did he release his divine consciousness, but he also sacrificed his natal treasure.

Even so, Ling Xian still walked very slowly, wary of the danger that might arise at any time.

This cave is not long, it is not short, about two hundred paces away, Ling Xian took half an hour before he finally came to the end, and suddenly a little light appeared in front of him.

Ling Xian was overjoyed in his heart, but he also became more and more vigilant, moving step by step, and slowly walked in. (To be continued.) )