Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

At midnight.

Chen Yulou sat cross-legged.

His eyes were closed and his face was calm.

As he breathed in and out, two streams of white air flowed back and forth between his mouth and nose.

The closer I get to the tomb of King Xian in Zhelong Mountain, the stronger the invisible sense of oppression in my heart becomes.

Although he is always calm and calm in front of others, only he knows how terrifying Zhelongshan Dazang is.

Those scale insect witchcraft are second best.

The most dangerous place.

It is a chaotic corpse hole that can swallow everything, and aconite fleshy mushrooms that are full of eyes.

The corpse cave is tangible and intangible. Once any living being falls into it, even the body of a great demon will be dead.

Tai Sui has been said to be the ancestor of all things since ancient times.

The Dragon Burial Sutra says that wherever the Feng Shui is strong and the purity and turbidity are out of balance, fleshy mushrooms will appear.

And depending on its shape, it has different good and bad luck.

One eye is Tai Sui.

The second eye is green.

Those with both facial features are called Aconitum.

Only when eyes appear all over the body can it be called heavenly shedding.

According to legend, Tianshuo is already the physical body of the ancient evil god left in the world.

Not to mention that he is just a monk at the Qi Refining Pass, even if he has condensed the cauldron and reached the stage of interweaving water and fire, he will be dissolved in an instant when he encounters Tianshen.

But even if it is just Aconitum, it has all the five features and is already regarded as a demonic thing in folk rumors.

Transforming a monster into another form is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

A piece of meat has turned into a human form and shed its body. You can imagine how many years it has taken to practice.

Inside and outside Zhelong Mountain.

At least he was somewhat prepared.

Only for these two ferocious things, especially the Corpse Cave, no particularly good way to restrain them has been thought of so far.

but.

If even he gave up halfway.

Didn’t those guys die in vain?

Therefore, instead of thinking so much, it is better to practice harder.

Like a partridge whistle.

On the day of the appointment, he just gave a few casual instructions. Now more than half a month has passed, and his aura has become thicker and more restrained.

It's only a matter of time before the Qi Yang barrier is broken.

Hua Ling, Hong girl and the old foreigner didn't relax at all.

The flower spirit with the best talent has already vaguely touched the threshold, and is only waiting for an opportunity to cross the dragon gate and step into the Qi Refining Pass.

They are so diligent.

How could Chen Yulou be willing to fall behind?

In the land of southern Yunnan, with its rolling mountains and the particularly dense aura of vegetation between heaven and earth, it was definitely a treasured land for cultivation.

The month after returning from Pingshan.

After several days of seclusion, he had gathered his spiritual seeds, broken the bottleneck, and ascended to three realms in a row.

Now, this is a journey of breathing and practicing.

The state of restraint has been completely stabilized.

The spiritual seeds in the sea of ​​​​qi are also becoming more and more transparent, with green light and green light, like a finely carved jade.

call--

A few weeks passed.

Chen Yulou slowly exhaled.

Since planting the spiritual seed, he has felt that the dirty impurities in his body have become less and less.

Every time you meditate and practice.

It's like a process of marrow cleansing and bone removal.

No wonder there is an old saying that those who eat breath will live long and live a long life. The inside and outside are integrated, free from dust and dirt.

"Refining the form by visualizing in the memory, and then the spiritual consciousness..."

He stood up and looked outside along the window.

White mist shrouded the Zhongying River, and there was silence between heaven and earth. However, the silver moon in the sky was almost disappearing, leaving only a faint outline.

It should be daybreak soon.

Chen Yulou murmured softly.

Although he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were clear and bright, and he didn't look tired at all.

Five realms of Qi refining.

Once you refine your spiritual consciousness, you will be much more confident about stealing Zhelong Mountain.

He calmed down a little.

He did not lie down to rest, but raised his sword and pushed open the door. Snorings could be heard in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Others are still asleep.

but……

as he walked outside a house.

It seems that he noticed something.

He glanced inside through the half-open door.

In front of the table facing the window, a figure wearing a long gown was still writing furiously, and from time to time there could be heard the sound of reading.

Iron bars stood nearby.

It looked like it hadn't been moved in a long time.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yulou couldn't help but have a flash of admiration in his eyes.

Yuan Hong has experienced the difficulty of practicing at Pingshan.

You know how valuable a piece of Qi Refining Method is.

Therefore, reading at night by candlelight is really not a lie.

It had awakened many years ago and secretly learned from the Pingshan Corpse King to breathe out and refine his Qi. Although the progress was slow, it relied on so many years of hard work to become a demon body.

Just staying up all night.

There should be no problem with it.

Chen Yulou did not disturb him and allowed him to continue studying diligently. He walked through the corridor with his hands behind his hands and walked up the stairs.

Not long after.

Wait until he steps onto the deck.

A slightly cool breeze blew past my face, sweeping away the depression in my chest.

It's still early in the day.

He didn't delay either.

Taking off the scabbard, the sword was polished like a mirror and a cold light splashed across it.

I could faintly see a phantom like a snake floating in the sword.

"Li Shuguo said that if the sword is nourished in its sheath, it will have spirit."

"But...it doesn't take much to raise such a big monster and fierce soldier."

He looked at the sword with satisfaction.

Ordinary swords are sheathed for a period of time to build momentum.

However, the dragon scale sword incorporates a section of demon tendon that is connected with the essence and blood of the six-winged centipede, creating an evil spirit and overwhelming evil intent.

Of course there is no need to go to such trouble.

His fingers lightly traced the blade of the sword.

As if sensing his aura, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the Dragon Scale Sword.

There is quite a sense of eagerness to try.

"No hurries?"

Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows and smiled.

However, as he said this, his movements were not slow at all. He held the long sword in his hand and stabbed out quickly. His movements were elegant, and he looked a bit like a legendary swordsman.

Although he had asked Partridge Whistle for swordsmanship before.

However, the latter did not know that when he was young, he was taken into the mountains by that old Taoist to practice.

Except for a special skill.

The most important thing is a swordsmanship.

The old man never revealed his identity to him.

However, in these years, Chen Yulou has been able to kill powerful enemies repeatedly with a small magic blade, and he has been stained with countless blood.

The little god looks like a knife.

It's actually a hidden sword.

It's a pity that in order to kill the six-winged centipede that day, he was eventually stained by its poisonous blood and turned into a puddle of molten iron.

In the past, he couldn't see through that sophistication.

Now that he has started to practice, when he thinks about it carefully, he finally realizes that he is not an ordinary person.