Walking into the dim wooden house, the old smell was not strong, but there was a faint fragrance filled with it, and the table was filled with bright flames.

It was a candlestick, with only a few embers left on the candle on the stage. The golden candlelight has burned for years and is still swaying without the wind.

Through the light of the jade pearl, you can see the display of the wooden house clearly. It is simple and simple, not as magnificent as the hall outside, and can even be described as simple.

Song Zhi's eyes looked in the candlelight and saw a yellowed rice paper on the jade table, and a hand was placed on the rice paper, as if he was stroking it.

Looking up, behind the jade table was a tall figure sitting cross-legged, wearing a black and loose robe, but it was no longer human, but a skeleton. The empty eyebrows kept their heads down and looked down, and seemed reluctant to leave before their death.

Song Zhi closed his eyes and bowed slightly to the body of the dragon, and then slowly raised his foot and walked upwards.

It was only when Song Zhi walked in that he realized that the skeleton was a little different. His bones not only showed a red gold color, but also had an indescribable sense of beauty and pressure. No wonder two thousand years have passed, and this bone is still untainted and has never decayed.

Just as Song Zhi was about to approach, he felt the candlelight on the table suddenly flash, and then a feeling of snooping in his mind suddenly swept over and stopped in place.

Crunch,

Then, in Song Zhi's gaze, the red skeleton slowly raised his head, as if he was staring at Song Zhi.

"The descendant of Taishang Shenyanwu"

A low and hoarse voice came from the skeleton's mouth, and then red and golden particles began to float from his bones. These light debris flowed in the air, and then floated towards Song Zhi at the same time.

Song Zhi knew that dodging was useless, and since they were all considered descendants of the Zhu family, there was no reason to harm him, so fortunately he did not dodge or avoid and wait and see what happened.

These fluorescent particles began to penetrate from Song Zhi's sleeves and his chest to fit his body. Song Zhi was a little nervous, but soon closed his eyes, frowned and pursed his lips and quietly felt the changes in his body.

There was a burning feeling, but it didn't hurt, but a numb and itchy feeling. Song Zhi felt sweat fog steaming on his body, and he slowly knelt down half-kneeling.

The pain is only after the numbness, and it is an illusion that the bones are ignited. Song Zhi gritted his teeth and pressed his fingertips into the ground, enduring it silently.

After a while, the pain gradually dissipated, and replaced it with a relaxed and particularly comfortable feeling, which made Song Zhi scream comfortably.

Immediately, my hands immediately covered my mouth.

"Damn what I just did"

pia!

He gently whipped his cheek, and Song Zhi waved his clothes to dissipate the heat, slowly got up and walked towards the jade table again.

After just taking a few steps, Song Zhi could feel his steps changing unconsciously. Like Huo Yuanlong, he had a sense of power accumulation like a dragon walking and a tiger walking.

The dragon-carrying skeleton at this moment, after losing the red and golden light, turned into an ordinary skeleton, crawling on the table like oil and drying out the lamp, and still staring at the old Xuan in front of him.

Song Zhi squatted down curiously, carefully pulled out the rice paper from the dragon-holding arms, and then looked at it with darker and darker candlelight.

There are only a few numbers on the paper, Yu Shu is gentle and gentle, and a few words of ink are stained with ink, which seems to be someone crying.

"Many personnel and affairs are wrong, and I will always be with you."

Song Zhi silently read the words on the paper, his complex expression, and the handwriting should have been written by a woman. He took it out when he was about to die, stared at it and could guess one or two of them.

After a long silence, Song Zhi could only sigh, and with the sigh, the ignition candlelight finally fulfilled its mission and burned out.

Song Zhi instantly fell into darkness. Before Song Zhi could react, he suddenly felt something was being grabbed by his hand.

The originally silent dragon-holding skeleton suddenly lit up a red light. It was the skeleton's hand that grabbed him tightly. Song Zhi also discovered that there seemed to be a fireball burning in the heart of the skeleton.

Human pill!?

Song Zhilian thought of this, and his original intention of visiting the tomb this time was to make this human pill, but his hand was now being caught by the dragon so embarrassedly, and he didn't know how to operate it now.

"Don't break through that realm easily"

Song Zhi heard the dragon-held skeleton making a faint sound, but it was not very clear. He subconsciously possessed himself and asked in a low voice: "General, please speak louder."

The human pill emitted a hot Danxia, ​​and a flame halo appeared above Song Zhi's head. He only felt that the whole person was flying upwards uncontrollably, but the dragon-held skeleton still reluctantly grabbed his hand.

"Be a human being, just be a human being."

This time, Song Zhi finally heard the last words of the dragon and sank into the flame formation with only a slight understanding. The dragon's skeleton also burst out the next moment, and the human pill rushed into it with an unparalleled wave of flame tail waves.

call out!

Eastern Wilderness.

The fire in the barren mountain has long been extinguished, and groups of people gathered at the foot of the mountain. Those monks who escaped from the tombs, those who could escape were the treasures as soon as possible. Most of the monks who stayed here were those who could not enter the tombs.

But there are exceptions, such as Huo Yuanlong, Jiang Yazhen and others who did not leave.

Jiang Yazhen sat on the ground and covered her face with her knees, as if she was secretly crying. Everyone present glanced at Han Xiuchen, who was walking and shaking with a blue nose, and no one dared to go forward to comfort the beauty.

"Why do you want to die for me? I'm just a bad life?" Jiang Yazhen murmured with a voice that she could only hear.

I don’t know how long it took, but she can’t remember what year and month it was to cry for others.

In the Dongshen clan, many people only have a few years of their mother's appearance in their lives, and Jiang Yazhen has never felt the warmth of her mother since she was born.

In this cold group, even if you have a noble status, you are just treated as a tool that can be sacrificed at any time. If it weren't for your maid Azhu who risked his life to inform him, he would probably have

"A Zhu, are you okay?"

Jiang Yazhen raised her head and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers. Her purple eyes were clear and sad:

"Xiaozhi, I will come to accompany you soon."

Huo Yuanlong squatted on the ground depressedly, with several fists in front of him, and his cheeks were also marked with his own slap marks, and he said to himself in annoyance:

"My master is just a niece, but I can't even protect her. Instead, I let her be under my nose."

"Ahhhhh! How do I face my master!"

Han Xiuchen stood among the two of them and did not dare to persuade them, so he had to sigh and pray that a miracle would happen.

The earth gradually woke up, and a trace of morning light broke the silence of the night.

A huge roar sounded from mid-air, and then a huge ring of fire appeared out of thin air at a high place. Everyone looked up and saw a figure falling from it, followed by a fireball, spinning in the air for a while and then swept towards the west.

Someone attempted to cast a spell to block it on the spot, but it was like a mantis arm hitting a car. Instead, the flames extended by the fireball rolled around the ground. In just a moment, the flames disappeared into the sky like meteors.

Huo Yuanlong was the first to react, bent his knees and squatted down and then jumped up suddenly, shaking the earth out of a crack and rushed towards the figure in the air.

Song Zhi was feeling uncomfortable by the feeling of squeezing and shuttle, and felt like he was being hugged by someone. Through the gap between the flying hair, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had succeeded.

The two fell to the ground, and Song Zhi was just put down by Huo Yuanlong. Before Huo Yuanlong could speak excitedly, Song Zhi vomited out a nausea.

"Ho, really, has it been much better?"

Song Zhi wiped his mouth and looked up and saw Huo Yuanlong's astonished gaze and white porridge all over him. He couldn't help but be stunned.

He looked at Song Zhi deeply. Huo Yuanlong didn't care about it this time, but patted his shoulder and moved away.

Only Han Xiuchen suddenly ran over and came to Huo Yuanlong and said flatteringly: "Brother Huo, the East Wasteland is bitter, saving food is so important, what do you think?"

Huo Yuanlong knew that this kid hadn't held his fart well, so he glanced at him and said, "If you have farts, let it go."

"Then what, I just want to ask, does the porridge on you sell?"

"Why are you not dead inside?" Huo Yuanlong made a move to fight, but Han Xiuchen had already run away first and shouted, "Brother Huo, please calm down, be serious."

On the other side, Jiang Yazhen, who had survived the disaster, had already pounced on Song Zhi's arms and sobbed. Song Zhi patted her back helplessly and comforted her: "It's okay, didn't I say I won't die."

Jiang Yazhen likes to dress up as a man because she doesn't want her daughter to be exposed to the world, but she never hides her in front of Song Zhi and murmured: "I will remember you, Xiaozhi."

"What are you talking about?" Song Zhi wiped her tears and said with a smile.

At this moment, many monks around were coveting this place. Through the words of some people, they knew that there was an amazing treasure inside: Yuanwuzong's death-free token. At this moment, they looked at Song Zhi with a look, amazement, and a cold stare.

Especially many first-class masters who failed to enter the tomb have already started whispering.

"Whoever sees it again, I'll dig out his eyes."

After Huo Yuanlong cleared the filth on his body, Thunder glanced around and warned coldly.

As the recognized number one master in Chongyu Realm, the threat he emits is naturally fearful. However, at present, many first-grade masters have withdrawn their gazes, but quietly retreat.

Huo Yuanlong also knew that he could not suppress everyone, and these people were afraid that they would not force themselves to pay a huge price, but once they took action, they would definitely be Song Zhi, and they would try their best to hold him back.

"Walk!"

Huo Yuanlong no longer hesitated and directly took Song Zhi and Jiang Yazhen to escape, and Han Xiuchen also ran over and shouted: "Brother Huo! Miss Song, Miss Jiang, don't leave me behind!"

Jiang Yazhen and Song Zhi looked at each other and nodded to signal him to come. As someone who appeared with him and the other three, if they left and left Han Xiuchen, this guy would probably end up miserably.

Moreover, he risked falling into the abyss to save Jiang Yazhen's life, and he should not be left behind by reason.

The final result was that Song Zhi and Jiang Yazhen were moving on the tree canopy, while Huo Yuanlong grabbed Han Xiuchen's ankle and ran rapidly on the ground. It was said that people were floating in front, souls were chasing behind, and screams like pigs were slaughtering.

After running twenty miles, several people passed through an empty lake. Huo Yuanlong finally stopped, Jiang Yazhen and Song Zhi also jumped down and stood beside Huo Yuanlong.

"You guys are here later, I'll deal with some ugly guys."

Huo Yuanlong sneered and signaled that Song Zhi and his friends would take a break by the lake. He would deal with some of the masters who were catching up with him.

"I'm here with Brother Laohuo, but" Song Zhi pointed to the ground and asked curiously:

"Who is this guy?"

Han Xiuchen on the ground was lying on the ground and foaming at the mouth. He was originally fair and now he looked like a dry candy, his face was whipped, especially the broom above his head was particularly conspicuous.

Huo Yuanlong did not reply, bloody thunder shone on his whole body, a war-loving sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his spiritual sense disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, as if he had realized it later, a surging wave of air suddenly opened in the air, blowing Song Zhi and Jiang Yazhen's long hair away, and the light of light only saw a thunder flashing across the plain.
To be continued...