Xiao Li walked in front, and Xiao Xiao and Yuan Qing followed behind him. The three of them descended from the top of Blue Rock Peak and walked into the rugged and winding mountain road.

Along the way, Yuanqing remained silent. When he was at the Maya Palace, Xiao Li knew the temperament of this talented senior brother very well. His fear of Yuanqing was engraved in his bones. So Xiaoli did not dare to take the initiative to talk to Yuanqing.

Qing chatted. Fortunately, he and Xiao Xiao chatted happily.

It is reasonable for them to chat together, because they are both full of curiosity about each other's living environment. When Xiao Li has reached a vigorous age, his dreams at night are all about the laughter and laughter on Xingkui Peak. Xiao Xiao's yearning for Blue Rock Peak

It’s not just one or two days, not to mention they still have a common friend Pei Feng to talk to!

Their chat is more like an equal exchange of messages.

Xiao Xiao told Xiao Li how often the girls on Xingkui Peak took a bath; which female disciple didn't have a sweetheart yet; which senior sister dated who on a certain peak in the Xiao Bamboo Forest, and other such questions

Xiao Li blushed upon hearing this.

Xiao Li told Xiao Xiaohe everything he knew about the Sword Tomb. It turned out that the Sword Tomb was actually a huge cemetery. On the first floor of the Sword Tomb were buried the great monks who had fallen in the form of gods for countless years. The second level of the Sword Tomb

The first floor is buried with the leaders of the Wuji Sect in the past dynasties, as well as the cultivation giants who have reached the stage of transcending tribulation.

None of these big shots are talented and beautiful people, and they have acquired countless treasures and skills through their lifetime practice. When their longevity is exhausted, some of their treasures are left to their disciples, and some of them are taken into the sword tomb for "burial". But Taoist monks

"Being buried" does not mean bringing things into the coffin. They will set up some kind of test and wait for the destined disciples of the younger generation to pick it up. This is also a kind of funeral culture among Taoist monks in the world of cultivation.

In fact, the essence of this kind of culture can be summed up in eight words: singing praises of virtues and being famous throughout the ages.

When they have reached their level of cultivation, they have long disdained worldly things such as gold, silver, and jewelry. But they care very much about their reputation after death. After all, the big shots had incredible supernatural powers during their lives. Who would be willing to turn into a human being after death?

Is the dust forgotten by people?

So these big names will leave some problems to future generations, and then come up with some prizes, so that future generations will rack their brains to solve the problems for their prizes. In this way, they can find their sense of existence after death. For example, let the disciples shout

Three times, "Taoist so-and-so, you are amazing." Only then can you obtain a magic weapon. Or you can knock a thousand awe-inspiring bangs on their coffin, break the futon, and find the secret book of the exercise...

In the end, they euphemistically said they found the “destined person!”

However, how could the disciples of the younger generation be so rebellious and think about such insignificant issues? What they care about is whether they can become that "destined person" and receive gifts from their seniors.

Therefore, the disciples of the Wuji Sect who know the inside story of the Sword Tomb all know the saying, "Get the Sword Tomb, and return to the Sword Tomb."

Everything you get from the Sword Tomb will be eligible to be returned to the Sword Tomb when your lifespan is exhausted in the future. That is an honor. It can at least show that you have become a great monk with the foundation of the God Transformation level.

When Xiao Xiao heard what Xiao Li said, her eyes were as wide as bells.

"The Sword Tomb is not a grave for swords, but a grave for people?"

"No! Senior Sister Xiao, the place I want to take you to next is the second floor of the Sword Tomb."

"Ah? The second floor?" Xiao Xiao stumbled. Just now Xiao Li said that this trip was the intention of Fenglan Peak Master. So she didn't dare to ask more questions. But she thought, the second floor of the Sword Tomb must be there.

They entered through the first floor of the Sword Tomb, and they were going down the mountain now, so Xiao Xiao didn't think about it at all.

Xiao Xiao looked at Yuan Qing. He still had no expression at all, as if he had the words "I knew it was like this, it should have been like this." written on his face.

Xiao Li said: "Master said that the creation of the second floor of the Sword Tomb, given everyone's current cultivation level, without the Heavenly Spiritual Roots, it would be useless to enter, so I will only let you two in by name."

"Xiao Li, are you telling the truth?" If Yuan Qing hadn't been here, Xiao Xiaoyou would have hugged Xiao Li and kissed her. She liked this junior brother so much. "That's great, Xiao Li, after sister goes back

I’ll introduce you to a girlfriend from Xing Kuifeng.”

Xiao Li didn't dare to answer, but he believed it was true and felt happy in his heart.

"Hey, I've tolerated you for a long time. Do we owe you money? Who do you show your stern face to? Didn't you hear that we are about to enter the second floor of the Sword Tomb? Those are the heads and elders of the past generations.

The good fortune left to us.”

Qianqing glanced sideways at Xiaoxiao, but remained silent.

Xiao Xiao was filled with anger. Regardless of Xiao Li's presence, he shouted: "You are still pretending to be cold to me now. Why did you smile at me that day on Broken String Peak?"

Yuan Qing finally looked at Xiao Xiao. "I have never smiled at you."

"Are you talking nonsense? Do you dare to do it or not? Then tell me which senior sister from our Xingkui Peak did you smile at that day? As long as you tell me, I will bless you."

"Pei Feng!" Yuan Qing said a name calmly.

And this name was like two thunderbolts hitting Xiaoli and Xiaoxiao's heads at the same time.

When Xiaoli heard Xiaoxiao's sudden outburst, he was shocked that he had discovered a shocking secret. Senior sister Xiaoxiao actually had a crush on senior brother Yuanqing? And the next moment Yuanqing's answer directly shattered his young heart.

Goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Xiao Xiao stared at Yuan Qing in disbelief. He suddenly thought of the joke he once told Sister Meng. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

"It's actually true?"

This piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice seems to have only smiled at two beautiful men since it came to Wufeng. One is Zifeng from Zining Peak, and the other is Pei Feng from Xingkui Peak!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Yuanqing has already walked a long way ahead.

Xiao Li and Xiao Xiao looked at each other.

Xiao Li coughed dryly, "Uh, uh, by the way, my eldest brother, why didn't you come up?" He had already asked this question once.

Xiao Xiao answered again, "He, he went down the mountain. Grandpa sent him down the mountain to collect herbs. Yes, he went to collect herbs..."

Thousands of miles away from the Mayan Mountains, there is an ancient city at the border of the Lu State in the Western Region. This ancient city is the "steel fortress" of the Lu State. During the Seven Kingdoms War, this steel city was never occupied by anyone.

The country has been conquered.

But today, the city is littered with corpses and rivers of blood. A steel city that has stood firm for thousands of years has turned into ruins.

Thousands of monks wearing black robes with gold patterns walked through this steel city, like a strong wind and drizzle. In an instant, all the military power of a city was reduced to nothing. And the reason was simply because of the Demon Sect's

The army will take a short rest here.

From the desert to the Wuji Gate, it spans three big countries. Even if the great monks fly all the time, it will take several days and nights. But how can there be thousands of great monks in this world? So they need to land to mortals regularly.

Rest in the city to restore the spiritual power in your body.

However, the city here is not a city in the desert, and the second young master, Qin Xuetian, does not care about the life or death of these mortals.

The monks who are facing a life-and-death battle are no essentially different from the mortal army. They also need to "relax" their nervousness before the battle. They do things like rape, robbery, murder and arson with ease. They are a demon sect, not a charity.

Tang. As long as the second young master nods, they don't even have any psychological burden to do these things.

Along the way, more than a dozen cities were reduced to ruins. As for the mortals inside the cities, or the monks hiding in the busy city, they could only be buried in the smoke and dust of history along with their dilapidated cities.

The second young master was admiring flowers in a garden. In front of him knelt two of the most beautiful girls in the city who had not yet left the palace. Their bodies were trembling, and they already knew that their lives were coming to an end. There was not even a trace of emotion in their hearts.

Si's luck. Because they had just seen how girls like themselves died tragically in the hands of these monks.

Their only wish is that the young man in front of them can make their death less ugly, less painful, and less bullying.

The second young master waved his hand, and all the servants around him retreated. His eyes glanced at the two women. The two women began to tremble more and more.

Qin Xuetian didn't seem to be very interested in the two of them. His eyes were casually scanning the garden. This is the number one garden in this steel city. The Demon Sect is in the desert. Where can I find this?

Along with willows and flowers, the garden is full of colorful spring scenery?

"You women from the State of Lu are like the flowers in this garden, with thin skin and tender flesh that can be broken by a blow. Our girls in the desert are like fairy grass. They are not as beautiful as you. If you are not careful, you will prick your hand, but

They are hot, charming, and can protect themselves. You women from the state of Lu are incomparable."

The two kneeling women did not dare to answer the conversation and just kowtowed.

Qin Xuetian lost interest even more. He said grimly: "I wonder if these flowers and plants will grow better if they are watered with human blood."

As soon as Qin Xuetian said this, the two women on the ground turned pale, and one of them fainted on the spot.

At this time, a woman with a frosty face came in and saluted Qin Xuetian. She was one of the four women who had been following Qin Xuetian.

"Qiu Lu, what's the matter?" Qin Xuetian's tone was filled with displeasure.

"Sir, the great elder is here."

"My uncle?" Qin Xuetian's face showed a strange expression. There were only a few people in the entire Demon Sect that he could still fear, and the Ghost Doctor was obviously one of them.

He didn't dare to neglect, "Take me there." After Qin Xuetian finished speaking, he immediately paused, "No, you don't want to go there, and none of the four of you want to go there!"

"yes!"

Qin Xuetian quickly walked out of the garden. Qiu Lu looked at the two kneeling on the ground and raised her hand slightly. She pointed in a direction, and then disappeared into the garden.
Chapter completed!