The black-yellow light on the Houtu Zaide Sword scattered, reflecting the uneven cave wall. Yuwen Zhouyuan completely lost the trace of the Skeleton Demon Soul Wand and could not sense its existence. The surroundings were very quiet, and occasionally
Hearing the sound of water drops dripping on the cave wall, the "ta-da" sound made the cave even more silent and terrifying.
Walking down the corridor, Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness also probed forward along the narrow cave wall. Turning a corner, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw a figure at a glance. He was secretly surprised, because he
His spiritual consciousness was completely unaware of the man's existence, and the Houtu Zaide Sword immediately flew out, surrounded by a strange sword mist.
Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly approached, and then he discovered that it was a half-kneeling skeleton. The flesh body had long since decayed, leaving only an empty skeleton, and some fragments of armor scattered on the ground.
Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately concluded that these were the remains of a monk, because there was a fist-sized hole in the skull of the skeleton, which was the exit that exploded when the Yuanying came out of the body. Yuwen Zhouyuan retracted the Houtu Zaide Sword into his body.
"Crack...wow!" The skeleton suddenly fell apart and collapsed, the remains were scattered on the floor, and a storage belt was exposed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan reached out to pick it up, and after a little inspection, he found that there were still some things in the belt. He didn't have time to take a closer look, so he put the storage belt into a storage bag, then threw it into his storage space and continued moving forward.
Not far away, a bright flash of light on the cave wall caught Yu Wen Zhouyuan's attention. As he got closer, he discovered that it was a flying sword inserted into the wall, with only a little of the sword's tail exposed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan pulled out the flying sword and looked back at the skeleton, knowing that this flying sword must be his.
The shape of this flying sword is like a willow leaf, with sharp blades on both ends. It is larger than ordinary flying swords. Yuwen Zhouyuan is now a master of weapon refining. When he first got it, he knew that this flying sword was very poorly made.
What interested him was the material of the flying sword. It was a kind of metal he had never seen before. It seemed very special. He put it away in the storage space and had no time to study it for the time being.
The corridor was getting smaller and smaller, and Yuwen Zhouyuan had to lower his head to walk. The blue light on the Soul-Eating Marten suddenly flashed, and it let out a low cry before flying to the front.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was a little surprised and said: "What did you find? The little guy will get lost if he comes back and flies around here."
The soul-eating marten seemed a little aggrieved. It chirped twice and flew back to Yuwen Zhouyuan's shoulder, shaking its little head. The long feathers on its head swept Yuwen Zhouyuan's cheek, which made Yuwen Zhouyuan angry.
He smiled and said: "Don't move, itchy!"
Soon they reached the end, and a blue brick wall blocked the way. Yuwen Zhouyuan reached out and knocked, and the sound sounded hollow. He knew that there was space behind the wall.
The thick soil-laden sword suddenly surged out, and the sword mist invaded the wall silently, and then quickly retracted into the body. The green brick wall was like a pile of sand, and suddenly collapsed, revealing a dark hole, and a cold feeling
The cold wind blew into the corridor, and there was a large space behind the wall.
Yuwen Zhouyuan leaned out and found that it was empty below. He stepped out of the hole and hung in the air.
Under the faint halo of the Hou Tu Zai De Sword, he could clearly see that this was a square super hall with countless square blue brick pillars standing. The pillars were of different heights and stretched to the ceiling.
, the low one is only as high as a person, and there is a statue on each half-height pillar. The statues above are all unknown monster images. The carving technique is so realistic that at a quick glance, you might think they are living creatures.
Next to the corridor are the stone steps, and you can vaguely see many stone doors, all closed, and you don't know where they lead. All the walls are made of blue bricks, and the green bricks are all one foot square, arranged staggered, and look very neat.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was amazed at how much manpower and material resources it took to build it on such a scale.
The ground was covered with thick dust, and I don’t know how long it had been closed here. Yuwen Zhouyuan floated to the ground, stood below, raised his head and looked up, everything in his eyes was gray, and the distance between the zenith and the ground was at least a few meters.
Dozens of meters long, the entire hall looks very majestic.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked towards a strange-shaped stone table not far away. As soon as he walked, his feet made a small "squeaking" sound, and it felt like stepping on the beach.
Yu Wenzhouyuan squatted down and pushed away the thick dust on the ground. He was surprised to find that underneath the dust was gold sand up to one centimeter thick. He grabbed a handful and blew away the dust. They were golden sand grains the size of rice grains.
, shining with golden light under the halo of the Houtu Zaide Sword.
Although money did not appeal to him, Yuwen Zhouyuan was also very surprised when he saw that the ground was full of gold sand. He had traveled from the earth and knew how the people on the earth felt about gold, so he thought: "What if this happened on the earth?"
When people find out, be good! It will definitely cause a sensation."
Yuwen Zhouyuan threw away the gold sand, patted the dust on his hands, and said to himself: "It's a pity that it's useless for me to take it."
There was nothing on the stone table. Yuwen Zhouyuan noticed that there was a slight bulge in the dust on the table. It was easy to ignore it without paying attention. He reached out and brushed away the dust. On the table was a thin rectangular gold plate.
It was about one foot long and half a foot wide. After wiping it clean, I found that it was covered with incomprehensible words, and the lines of the words were filled with different colors.
Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a moment. He couldn't understand the meaning and put it into his storage bag.
Taking away the gold plate, a red star-shaped button the size of a fist was exposed on the stone table. Yuwen Zhouyuan pressed it curiously, and the thing retracted into the stone table. The surroundings were still silent, as if nothing had happened.
Yuwen Zhouyuan felt very strange. He carefully inspected it with his spiritual consciousness. He found that there were neither traps nor ambushes common in the world of cultivation. It seemed to be just an ordinary underground stone fortress.
The Soul-Eating Marten suddenly flew up again, hovering above Yuwen Zhouyuan's head. A black shadow quickly flashed in front of him. In an instant, the Soul-Eating Marten's hair stood on end, and its body emitted a dazzling blue light, and the entire Bluestone Castle lit up.
Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly heard a cry for mercy: "Spare my life! Spare me! Don't come over! Wuwu...wuwuwu!" That was the voice of a child.
Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately stopped the Soul-eating Marten and shouted: "Who is it? Come out!"
Only the child's voice was heard: "Please put the soul-eating ferret away. I can't bear the light and breath on it. Please spare me."
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of what happened when he first saw Yuwen Xiangwan. His heart softened and he said, "Come out, it won't hurt you."
The soul-eating marten chirped softly, flew back to Yuwen Zhouyuan's shoulder, closed its eyes, and the light on its body dimmed, and at the same time it also restrained its breath a lot.
After a while, a gust of cold wind stirred up the dust on the ground, and a faint black shadow condensed in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan. Gradually, the black shadow revealed its original shape. It turned out to be a boy-like person, and his body was naked. The whole appearance looked like
The tiger head and tiger brain are very cute.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to meet a cute little devil. He raised his hand and threw him a bellyband. Yu Wen Zhouyuan said: "Little baby, put it on before we talk."
The little ghost boy timidly said: "Sir, my cultivation is not enough. I can't put on clothes, and I can't transform into clothes. Please forgive me, sir."
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Then you don't have to show your true colors. What's your name?"
The little ghost boy seemed to realize that Yuwen Zhouyuan had no ill intentions. He felt a peaceful state of mind from this monk, and couldn't help but secretly pray that this monk would never fall in love with this little spirit body like him.
The little ghost boy knew very well that if a spiritual ghost body like his own was imprisoned by a monk, it would be extremely miserable. He was forced to give up his body in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. If he hadn't found it in this castle
An extremely rare ghost cultivation technique, Yuanying has long since dissipated.
After practicing the ghost cultivation technique, I discovered that there are many ghost spirits here. If I hadn't fought to the death, I might have perished long ago!
Moreover, the little ghost boy who has been cultivating here all these years has discovered that this place seems to be in another dimension, and he has never seen a stranger here at all!
This time he met a soul-eating marten, and the little ghost boy knew that he could not escape it no matter what, because the soul-eating marten was born to be the natural enemy of souls and spirits, especially this soul-eating marten.
I can't move on my own, it's too overwhelming.
The little ghost boy said tremblingly: "Sir, my name is Qiong Haifeng. You can just call me Haifeng."
Yuwen Zhouyuan saw that he only showed a face as red as a apple, and the other parts of his body were covered in blurry black shadows. He nodded and smiled: "Haifeng... this is an interesting name. How long have you been here? How could you do this?"
Came here?"
Qiong Haifeng looked at the Soul-eating Marten in fear and said: "Sir, I have been here for a long time. Haifeng doesn't know how long I have lived here. I was killed when I was exploring the ruins with my friends because I was poisoned by the poisonous fog.
I was forced to split the heavenly spirit and barely escape from the Nascent Soul body. Later I found this castle and hid here to practice. Alas, my Nascent Soul was too weak, so I had to change to the spirit body and the ghost body, and a lot of things happened to me.
I can’t even remember it.”
After hearing Qiong Haifeng's words, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly thought of Yuwen Xiangwan who was in the Heavenly Book Space where he was evolving, and he didn't know how he was doing now, so he said softly: "Haifeng, if you want to continue practicing here, you should follow me.
Let’s go? It’s so spooky here that it’s not fun.”
Haifeng was so frightened that the spirit bodies kept gathering and scattering. He said tremblingly: "Sir...Sir, please spare me. I...I am just a small spirit body. Haifeng will not go out to harm others.
I have never devoured other souls, I...I..." He didn't dare to run away, because he couldn't escape with the Soul-eating Marten by his side. He just kept begging.
Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly felt a heartache. He took a step back and comforted Wen Yan: "Haifeng, don't be afraid. I didn't force you to follow me, and I won't hurt you." He couldn't help but use the words he had recently used.
He had just mastered the art of sound temptation for a short time, and his voice was full of strong sympathy.
Qiong Haifeng slowly stopped shaking. He felt Yuwen Zhouyuan's sincerity, but he was still very scared. He glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly and whispered: "Sir, Haifeng will stay here to practice. Haifeng dare not go out.