Mortal's journey to immortality

Regarding the Tomb of the Dark Sky, there is a legend that the Tomb of the Dark Sky is always false but only one is true. Even if it is false, certain conditions are required to open the tomb smoothly every time.

For example, the condition this time is: sacrifice.

Wang Lu looked at the entrance in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then came to the entrance of the cave. It was bottomless inside, and the dark wind blew out, and a creepy feeling arose spontaneously.

Wealth is sought in danger, let alone the tomb of the dark sky. Many people never have this opportunity in their lives. Even if they encounter such an opportunity, they often don't have the life to enjoy it. The three poisonous wolves are the best example.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and jumped down.

The wind roared in his ears, getting faster and faster, and getting colder as he went down. He poured mana between his legs to prevent him from getting hurt when he fell to the ground.

After about half a stick of incense, he landed on the ground with both feet. The ground was hard and solid. It was pitch black all around. He couldn't see his fingers, and it was extremely dry and cold.

He looked up and saw that the entrance of the cave had become as small as a hair, and it was at least a thousand miles deep underground.

He was a little unaccustomed to being in an environment where he couldn't see his fingers, so he casually placed a moonstone on the ground.

A soft white light instantly filled the underground mausoleum. The place where he stood was a cylindrical mountain col that was as smooth as a mirror, but this col fell into the ground.

Looking around, eight jet black stone doors, two feet high and one foot wide, were oriented in eight different directions, as if they were embedded in the mountain.

Each door is carved with a lifelike Bifang with bright feathers and a single dragon with its eyes slightly closed. The two beasts have their backs to each other, and neither one looks down on the other.

Wang Lu knows a thing or two about the Eight Diagrams, including the door of opening, the door of rest, the door of life, the door of injury, the door of Du, the door of scenery, the door of death, and the door of shock.

The three auspicious gates are the opening gate, the resting gate, and the living gate; the three inauspicious gates are the death gate, the startling gate, and the injury gate; and the two gates of Du and Jing are the middle ones.

Generally speaking, the open door is located in the Qian Palace in the northwest, and the five elements belong to gold. The Xiu door is located in the Kan Palace in the north, which is water. The Sheng door belongs to earth, and it is located in the Gen Palace in the northeast. As long as you find these three directions, Wang Lu can choose any one. Once you enter, you can basically reach the center of the mausoleum smoothly.

Thinking of this, he made some calculations. After a while of calculations, he didn't know whether it was because he was deep underground or the secret was deceived, which caused the direction to be confused and the space to shift. He still couldn't figure out the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

He subconsciously calculated some more. The more he calculated, the more confused he became, and his whole person gradually became impatient, as if there was a mysterious force interfering with him.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on Wang Lu's forehead. He forcibly suppressed the irritability in his chest and stopped calculating.

The moment he stopped calculating, the feeling of irritability disappeared immediately. He secretly thought that he was lucky and almost went crazy.

At this time, he suddenly thought of Sun Xue. She must have some way of exploring, and she stepped into one of the stone doors without hesitation.

He carefully checked the breath left by Sun Xue. As a result, except for the faint breath left when she came down and stopped, there was no breath of her left beside the eight doors.

At this time, Wang Lu thought that if Xiong Canzhi of the sect was here, he might be able to solve the puzzle and find the Sanji Gate. It seemed that divination and fortune-telling were still very useful.

What Wang Lu didn't know was that just after Sun Xue and him jumped into the ancient tomb, the entrance slowly and quietly closed, the stone tablet did not go into the ground, all traces of the previous battle disappeared, and all the scenes were restored to the scene they had just seen. It looked like it did when it arrived, except that the five blood-red strange trees in the center of the ancient tomb and around it had not been reborn.

Wang Lu was still confused about which stone door to enter the mausoleum through. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could only rely on his feelings and leave it to fate.

He slowly walked around the ground three times, and carefully sensed each of the eight stone doors, but found nothing.

He could only rely on his own intuition. He chose one of the doors and pushed it with both hands. He wanted to push hard, but he didn't expect that as soon as he put his hands on the door, a strong attraction came from the door, and the stone door instantly Opening it, a pale yellow light burst out, and he was caught off guard and sucked in.

Before the dizzy Wang Lu could see clearly what was happening behind the door, he heard a series of footsteps.

He turned around and looked back. The stone wall was as flat as a mirror and perfectly fitted. He couldn't even see the specific location of the stone gate, which gave him a bad feeling.

As far as the eye can see, there is a very open stone hall. The stone hall is empty and there is nothing. At the end of the stone hall is a passage filled with light yellow halo, leading to nowhere.

He subconsciously looked towards the top of the stone hall, and two huge yellow fonts came into view: Shangmen.

He was frightened when he saw it, the visual impact was too strong, and at the same time he lamented that his luck was so bad.

At this moment, dense footsteps came continuously from the light yellow passage, as if ringing in his ears.

He cheered up, looked solemn, held the purple and gold hammers in his hands, and quietly waited for the unknown.

Ten breaths later, black figures flashed out of the passage one after another. He took a closer look and saw that they were a group of iron corpses.

A dozen iron corpses, menacingly wielding various spiritual weapons, swarmed towards him.

Seeing that it was an iron corpse, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the purple and gold hammers suddenly shot out of the air. In an instant, the shadow of the hammers was bright.

The sounds of "bang", "bang", "bang" and "bang" sounded violently in the stone hall. The spiritual weapons in the hands of the iron corpses were smashed away by the hammer shadow. They roared violently, and their bodies instantly grew larger, with dark hair. Bright.

The hammer shadows kept falling on them, and for a while, the iron corpses were knocked down on the stone wall one after another. They roared and got up again, spitting out long teeth, and their nails were long and sharp, and they rushed toward the royal road with their teeth and claws.

After several confrontations, although the iron corpse could not get close to him, the purple and gold hammers seemed to be tickling them and remained unscathed.

The iron corpse here is more powerful than the iron corpse outside. It seems that it has practiced an extremely advanced body-refining technique. Its body is stronger than steel and is indestructible.

In fact, what Wang Lu didn't know was that the Tomb of the Dark Sky was located in the center of the Yin Eye of Luantan, where the Yin Qi gathered and was extremely strong.

The ancient corpses among them have no spiritual intelligence and cannot take the initiative to practice. However, they cannot withstand the nourishment of such strong Yin Qi for thousands of years, and have mutated, making the torso slightly better than fine steel. Without the corresponding Treasure, trying to break their strength body is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Wang Lu frowned slightly. If this continued, let alone getting rid of the Iron Corpse, their tireless sprint would slowly wear away his magic power. Even if the semi-spiritual milk recovered, the result would be the same, it would just take a short time.

Making a decisive decision, he retracted the purple-gold hammers, and the six-star arcuate blades shot through the sky like seven blue meteors, crackling, and pieces of electric flowers flashed out on the iron corpse.

A group of iron corpses staggered around and screamed. Wang Lu took a closer look and saw a shallow whitish mark on the spot where the Six-Star Gongyue Blade had stabbed him. However, the shallow mark was slowly healing over time. With.

While marveling at the hardness of their bodies, he continued to use spells to control the six-star arching moon blade and slash it at the same position on their bodies.

As time went by, the bodies of the iron corpses were continuously cut by the six-star arcuate blade, with visible scars on their bodies, and drops of black blood seeped out from the wounds, making them grimace in pain.

Wang Lu also lost most of his mana.