After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

One after another, the lights behind were turned on, illuminating the entire corridor as bright as day.

Pale and gloomy, even more terrifying than before.

"Wuuuu, big brother, I'm afraid..." Several young disciples huddled together to keep warm.

Xiang Jiurong: ...Just say that you cultivators have the most things.

If you touch it yourself, you still have to pretend to be weak.

The merman lamp is spiritual, and it only needs a slight touch to ignite.

And these merman lamps have existed in the tomb for more than 300 years, who knows if there will be something unclean.

The system echoed: [You're so cheap, why didn't you say you were afraid when you lit the lamp? 】

Yan Zizhi didn't bother to take care of them anymore.

The moon has almost sunk into the sea level, and when the sun rises, it will start all over again.

The corridor gets wider and wider as you go in.

Lin Yuan and Yan Zizhi walked in front side by side.

One is dressed in fluttering white clothes, the other's wedding dress is like fire, and Yan Zizhi is a head shorter than Linyuan.

A few young disciples dare not comment because of the face of the big brother.

But for a while, I felt that Xianzun and Ji Yunzhi looked really good for each other.

It didn't take long to go forward before reaching the end. At the end was a stone room, which was made into a shortened version of the main hall.

In the middle of the stone room, there is a crystal clear coffin neatly placed.

As soon as you enter the room, you can see the person lying in the coffin.

"Good guy, this must have been lying in it for more than 300 years?"

"For more than 300 years, hasn't it rotted?"

This person has a jade-like complexion, very delicate, and looks like he is only in his twenties.

He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, seven feet long, and his hands were quietly alternated in front of his chest, holding chalcedony in his hand.

Although the eyebrows and eyes cannot be seen very clearly through the colorful coffin.

But when he walked to the side of the coffin, he could see that under the collar embroidered with dragon patterns, there was a knife wound that could not heal for a long time across his neck.

The opened flesh was bloodless, pale and frightening.

Zhao Mengqi should be right about this way of death.

"There is still someone there!" Everyone was looking at the coffin, and suddenly someone screamed.

"where?"

The young disciples drew their swords one after another, and in a panic, Yan Zizhi jumped over the chaotic crowd, and his eyes fell on the front of the coffin.

Really someone.

Sitting on a dragon chair made of gold, there are still spots of traces on the back of the dragon chair.

Like blood spurting out.

That 'person' rested his head on one hand, put his other hand on his knee, and sat on the dragon chair with one leg crossed.

Wearing a black robe, nine five-clawed golden dragons were clearly embroidered on the corner of the skirt.

It's Xiao Wang.

Yan Zizhi took another two steps forward, looking over Xiao Huang's shoulder to check the dragon chair behind him.

I checked the eyes, it was the one where Zhao Mengqi committed suicide in the soul-hunting array.

System: [What kind of quirk is this? It's covered in blood, and they still collect this stuff?Miss this dragon chair? 】

Yan Zizhi: "If he went to heaven and earth to find Zhao Mengqi's soul, he would definitely not miss the last thing he touched during his lifetime."

"Is this person dead or alive?"

"It's been 300 years, no one is still alive, right?"

"But he hasn't rotted yet, and he's sitting still. If he died, wouldn't he be a dry bone?"

Several young disciples gathered together in fear.

Yan Zizhi and Linyuan moved forward at the same time.

Staring at Xiao Wang who had been bright for 300 years.

To be precise, it should be Xiao Wang who has maintained this posture and died for more than 300 years.

He is even more sinister than in the Xunhun Formation.

A face with no trace of popularity, a straight nose, and slender eyebrows that are slightly closed.

This is what a demon should look like.

It seems that after the battle with the immortal, Xiao Wang was seriously injured and fled here, and guarded Zhao Mengqi's coffin for more than three hundred years.

"Useless affection." Yan Zizhi concluded.

Lin Yuan glanced over calmly, then turned away.

It's just the hand holding the sword, the knuckles are exerting force, and the blue veins are slightly exposed.

"Ah! There are ghosts in this coffin!" A young disciple screamed.

The screaming little disciple just tried to touch the radiant coffin.

However, he was hit on the ground by the powerful black air wrapped around the coffin, and let out a muffled groan.

The black air will not appear until it touches the coffin. If someone touches it, it will explode and hurt people.

Not only that, the black air slowly circled upwards from the lid of the coffin, gradually condensing an entity above the coffin.

As big as a fist-sized bird.

Standing on the coffin at this moment.

Originally, the emperor's coffin was very tall with three layers inside and outside, and a bird stood on it.

Seen from below, the bird looked down at us coldly.

Not only that, it can also speak: "You bad guys, dare to break into my master's realm of innocence, I want to save your lives!"

Yo, it's the voice of a little baby bird.

Yan Zizhi recalled that he had seen Zhao Mengqi give Xiao Huang a little oriole in the soul-hunting formation, and he was afraid that it was the one in front of him.

It seems that Xiao Wang's love is deeply rooted, he didn't forget to bring every plant, tree and bird.

"Name? My young master's name is Xiang Jiurong, who is your ancestor." Xiang Jiurong answered the question triumphantly.

Disciples of the Taiwei Sect:...

Little Oriole: ...who is asking your name!

"I am the spirit guard bird. Since ancient times, no one who has broken into this place can get out alive. Therefore, hehehe, you are all going to die."

Yan Zizhi didn't know where to find a twig that was as long as a finger, and casually picked out his ears.

Usually the villain will have a lot to say at this time.

Therefore, it is better to clean it in advance.

As a phoenix, Xiang Jiurong is also very confident.

He took out the demon knife and laid it across his chest, with an expression like you are coming to beat me up.

The little oriole was very angry.

is really angry.

Don't you give it the last boss face at all?

The consequences of its anger were very serious, so it wrapped itself in black air and flapped its wings twice.

then.

gently, gently,

From its mouth, a black bubble spit out...

Xiang Jiurong: That's it?

Yan Zizhi, who had been lazing there and not caring much about the battle situation, opened his half-closed eyes.

interesting.

System: [Oops, that's the last level of the Realm of No Delusion, and it's the most terrifying illusion. After the bubble bursts, you will be pulled into the illusion! 】

[Wo searched the information and found that when Lin Yuan tried to smash the World-Throwing Mirror before, he was also pulled into the illusion by this little thing...]

Yan Zizhi lowered his head and glanced at Linyuan, "After playing here, I can finally know why he is so alienated from Taiwei School."

System: [Ah, ah, I can't help but want to spoil the spoiler, Lin Yuanxiu's ruthless way must be ruthless, so he will see in the illusion how he should achieve the way. 】

Yan Zizhi, "So?"

Let's talk about this ruthlessly, no one can succeed in cultivation.

System: [So, in the illusion, he saw himself slaughtering more than 3000 disciples of the Taiwei Sect! 】

The author has something to say:

There are still a few days for the immortal to vomit blood and it will be over hahahahaha, please be patient.