Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao just looked at the group of black-feathered blood eagles standing in front of the stone gate, not daring to act rashly.

The two of them stood at the door for a long time. The black feathered blood eagle could not come out, and the two of them did not dare to take action rashly.

After waiting like this endlessly, Yang Zhao obviously couldn't hold himself back any longer.

Yang Zhao pinched a fire talisman in his hand, took a step forward, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the neck of a black-feathered blood eagle. The fire gradually became stronger. But even after enduring such pain, the black-feathered blood eagle still did not dare to move forward.

He flew out and fought with Yang Zhao. Then, the moaning black-feathered blood eagle was burned to death by Yang Zhao.

When Yang Zhao took action, the rest of the black-feathered blood eagles screamed in unison, trying to attack Yang Zhao's hand that reached into the stone door. However, Yang Zhao's fire was extraordinary, and he would suffer a lot if he touched it even slightly.

, so they are always unable to get close.

After Yang Zhao killed a black-feathered blood eagle, he took two steps back and stood next to Zhou Qingmu. Yang Zhao had some excitement and joy on his face at this time. He grinned at Zhou Qingmu and said: "This black-feathered blood eagle

The eagles seem to be afraid of my flame, and they cannot step out of this stone door, so we can rush in."

With that said, Yang Zhao took out a black talisman from his sleeve, put it in Zhou Qingmu's hand, and continued: "We will attack together later. If you are not careful, you can crush this fire talisman and throw it among the birds."

Zhou Qingmu took the fire talisman, looked at the ancient characters on it that he couldn't understand at all, and said, "Okay."

Yang Zhao nodded, calmed down a little, and rushed towards the black-feathered blood eagles again.

Zhou Qingmu no longer hesitated at this time. The spiritual energy in this place was rich, and most of the energy he had consumed previously had been recovered.

The black-feathered blood eagles seemed to be chirping continuously because of the death of their companions, or perhaps as a demonstration to the two men.

Zhou Qingmu swung the Immortal Burial Sword in his hand and flew into the black-feathered blood eagles. The sword energy continued to tear these strange black birds apart. The black-feathered blood eagles were also in a mess, resisting the sword energy.

After the flying sword left his hand, Zhou Qingmu did not dare to be idle. He gathered the zhenqi in his hand and struck out with the first move of the Yuan Destroying Palm, which is said to have the power to "lift mountains and rivers".

The huge palm print that condensed the true energy hit the group of black-feathered blood eagles in chaos. In an instant, those with slightly lower strength were buried here.

But now these black-feathered blood eagles are obviously much more difficult to deal with than the previous ones. Even if they use sword moves and palm techniques at the same time, there are still very few casualties among these black strange birds.

But facing Yang Zhao, who was already a Taoist in the Lingfu realm, he was better than Zhou Qingmu, but that was all.

It is enough to show that these black-feathered blood eagles are much more powerful than Zhou Qingmu imagined. Zhou Qingmu also overestimated the Immortal Burial Sword, which has not yet fully returned to its peak state.

As time goes by, the situation becomes obviously much less optimistic. The once-holy Spiritual Weapon Fairy Sword has now been replaced by a black-feathered blood eagle with bloody feathers on its head and several runes faintly visible in its eyes.

Holding it in its mouth. Although the sword screamed in its mouth, and there was even some weak sword energy tearing its mouth apart, it still did not let go and let the sword kill its companions. The appearance of this black-feathered blood eagle

It's a little different from the others, and it should be the best among this group of eagles.

When Zhou Qingmu first got this sword, he accompanied him in many battles. How could Zhou Qingmu let this sword be restricted by the demon?

Zhou Qingmu no longer cared about anything else at this time and rushed forward, hoping to grab the sword from the bird's mouth.

Zhou Qingmu first struck out with a palm, scattering the black-feathered blood eagles surrounding the sword-holding black eagle, and then rushed forward desperately to grab the Immortal Burial Sword in the bird's mouth. This also caused Zhou Qingmu to step on the sword again because of this reckless behavior.

Entered the stone room.

Yang Zhao was repulsed by the counterattack of a black-feathered blood eagle, and because of this he saw Zhou Qingmu's behavior of seeking death, and said angrily: "Zhou Qingmu, do you want to die?"

At this time, Yang Zhao ignored the screams and madness of the black-feathered blood eagle in front of him and rushed in the direction of Zhou Qingmu.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Zhou Qingmu held on to the sword and refused to let go, and was rashly pulled completely into the stone chamber by the black-feathered blood eagle.

At the same time, countless black-feathered blood eagles surrounded Zhou Qingmu as if seeing the fat meat right in front of them.

Yang Zhao looked at the horrific scene in front of him and cursed angrily: "You're all fucking crazy."

At this time, Yang Zhao, who had always cherished his life, suddenly found the courage out of nowhere and rushed into the dense flock of birds, just to pull out the young man who had foolishly risked his life to take the sword.

As soon as Yang Zhao stepped into the stone chamber, more than a dozen black-feathered blood eagles rushed toward him with scarlet eyes, and they were unable to move away for a moment.

While Yang Zhao was using all his strength to deal with these crazy bird monsters, he shouted frantically at the flock of birds that couldn't even see the young man inside: "Zhou Qingmu, get out of here as soon as you're still alive! Stop him!"

Mom will ask me to collect your body when the time comes. I don’t even bother to go to a remote place like your hometown! If you really fucking die, I will run out alone and leave you here.

Then you just wait for some bad guy like you that I haven't seen in eight hundred years to bury you! Zhou Qingmu, I beg you, don't pretend to be dead, come out!"

Finally, the young man in Taoist robe seemed to be unable to curse anymore, his voice was already a little hoarse.

At this time, among the dark group of strange birds, a fierce fire suddenly ignited, and all the black-feathered blood eagles dispersed. There was a young man holding a sword, standing vaguely among them.

In the end, the young man who was resolutely living in the period seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao ignored the harassment from the black-feathered blood eagles around him and rushed forward without hesitation, pulling up the young man who fell to the ground.

In the eyes of the young man in Taoist robes, the weak-looking young man, whose clothes were torn by the black-feathered blood eagle and who still had only a glimmer of consciousness, smiled miserably at him and closed his eyes with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhao carried the dying Zhou Qingmu on his back and rushed towards the stone chamber desperately.

He wanted to find hope, a hope that would allow them to get out alive!

Behind him, giant birds that had been burned by the fire or died were scattered on the ground, and countless energetic black-feathered blood eagles rushed towards the direction in which he fled.

Yang Zhao kept running in this stone room and never stopped. In other words, he did not dare to stop.

Yang Zhao crossed the long stone path he had walked before and once again came to the stone door without candlelight. This time he did not hesitate. With the firelight on his hand, he continued to run forward.

This time, he didn't run for long before he stopped.

In front of Yang Zhao's eyes were countless corpses scattered on the ground, and a stone coffin.

But Yang Zhao's eyes soon filled with despair. There was no exit here, it could even be said to be a sealed tomb.

Behind him, those crazy group of black-feathered blood eagles were already coming.

Yang Zhao walked into the tomb, placed Zhou Qingmu's body gently next to the sarcophagus, and then slowly walked towards the black-feathered blood eagle that had already entered it.

"You have to leave a whole body for yourself."

Yang Zhao looked determined, and his whole body was filled with boundless fire, stopping the group of black-feathered blood eagles at the door.

The Immortal Burial Sword that Zhou Qingmu held tightly in his hand suddenly flew out and tore towards the group of black-feathered blood eagles.

Yang Zhao took a look at the fairy sword that seemed to have spiritual intelligence, and said bitterly: "Thank you very much."

The Immortal Burial Sword emitted a faint sword cry, seemingly in response.

...

At this time, above the Soul-Desolating Abyss, the figure of the old man in Taoist robes was no longer visible, only a vicissitudes of life, a middle-aged man standing on the cliff.

A gust of autumn wind blew by. The middle-aged man looked up at the blue sky above and said to himself: "Old Ye, will they survive? Time... is really running out."

No one responded.

But the originally blue sky suddenly darkened, and the figure of the middle-aged man suddenly looked a little lonely.

...

Yang Zhao, who had been resisting with all his strength, was gradually exhausted, and only a few of the previously countless black-feathered blood eagles remained.

The ancient sword that helped the young man in Taoist robes fight was no longer capable of fighting, and was knocked to the ground by a black-feathered blood eagle.

At this time, Yang Zhao dropped the sharp knife in his hand, took out a hexagram plate engraved with the word "Li", and poured a drop of blood into it.

In an instant, the hexagram plate glowed with red light, and the flames around Yang Zhao rose again.

But no one knew that at this time, the face of the young man in Taoist robes became much pale again.

Yang Zhao's palm contained flames, and with one punch, he directly killed a lingering black-feathered blood eagle.

After Yang Zhao exhausted his strength with one punch after another, among the black-feathered blood eagles, only the blood-crested black eagle that once took away Zhou Qingmu's ancient sword was left.

But at this time, Yang Zhao no longer had the strength to stop the huge blood-crowned black eagle, so after the flames around Yang Zhao dimmed, the scarred bird rushed towards Zhou Qingmu, who fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao felt bad, but in his current state he was completely unable to catch up with the blood-crowned black eagle who was on the verge of counterattack.

After the blood-crowned black eagle approached the unconscious Zhou Qingmu, it flapped its wings to beat Zhou Qingmu's body. Zhou Qingmu was also knocked flying to the sarcophagus, vomiting blood.

No one saw that the blood vomited from the young man's mouth dropped on the sarcophagus and turned into a blood line and flowed in along the gap in the sarcophagus.

Yang Zhao also rushed over at this time, hugging the blood-crowned black eagle and smashing it to the ground. The remaining flames in his hands were also torturing the only remaining black-feathered blood eagle.

In the end, Yang Zhao continued to retain blood. Under the constant impact, the blood-crowned black eagle kept whining, and finally died at the hands of the young man in Taoist robes whose clothes were stained with blood.

Yang Zhao stood up, looked at the young man on the sarcophagus, picked up the ancient sword stained with blood on the ground and put it in the young man's hand.

"I really shouldn't have listened to your nonsense and come here and risked my life. Since I can't get out alive, then I will die here with you. It's good to be a companion on the road to hell. It's just a pity that I, Yang Zhao,

Such a genius, but his life is so short. Anyway, I have been through this world, so I have no regrets!"

The young man in Taoist robe just turned his back to the young man lying on the sarcophagus and said softly.

Later, Yang Zhao, who tried his best to fight, finally couldn't hold on anymore and suddenly fell to the ground.

No one knew that streams of gray aura emerged from the sarcophagus and merged into the body of the dying young man.
Chapter completed!