The autumn wind is bleak, and it has been another ten days.

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao had arrived at the border between Kanshui Prefecture and Duize Prefecture. They were standing on a cliff and looking at the scene in front of them.

It is said that there is an abyss at the border between Kanshui Prefecture and Duize Prefecture, called the Soul Burial Abyss. As the name suggests, almost no one can survive here safely. For countless years, there have been countless dead souls and bones under the Soul Burial Abyss, all of which are daring and daring plotters.

Left behind by those who passed here.

Therefore, if they want to go to Duize Prefecture in recent years, almost everyone will choose to go around the mountains around Duize Prefecture or directly leave Huo Prefecture to go around. But Zhou Qingmu followed the guidance on the map and really had to go through here.

This also made Zhou Qingmu really hesitant. After Yang Zhao stood here, he also felt his head was burning. He really shouldn't have listened to this guy and came here in the first place.

The two of them stood facing the wind for a long time. Zhou Qingmu stared at the cliff and sighed, turning around to leave.

Just as the two of them turned around, an old man in Taoist robes with a rather celestial spirit appeared not far away. The old man touched his beard and looked at the two young men with a smile on his face.

Yang Zhao held a piece of weed in his mouth and walked swaggeringly as if he didn't see the person in front of him.

Zhou Qingmu felt that the old man in front of him must have gotten here accidentally, so he waved to the old man and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, this is very dangerous, go back quickly!"

The old man in Taoist robes had a gentle expression, waved his sleeves and robe, and said softly: "Of course I know, but you can't just leave like this."

After the old man finished speaking, Zhou Qingmu was still a little confused. Just when Zhou Qingmu was about to move forward, Yang Zhao, who didn't pay attention to what the old man said, was humming a song and walked past the old man in Taoist robes. The old man in Taoist robes suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Yang Zhao.

Push your chest forward.

Yang Zhao was unprepared and pushed out by the old man's palm, and his body started to move backward. At this time, Yang Zhao's body suddenly ignited with fire. After he stabilized his body, Yang Zhao immediately wanted to return the old man's palm.

Seeing this, the old man in Taoist robes smiled slightly and did not panic. He raised his feet and sat up in a cross-legged position. When Yang Zhao's palm carrying the powerful firelight was about to get closer, the old man in Taoist robes suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

That oncoming palm.

Yang Zhao's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to free his hand. At the same time, an extremely sacred golden light emitted from the old man's body, slowly condensing into a golden lotus.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Qingmu silently recited the magic formula, and the Immortal Burial Sword suddenly unsheathed and flew straight towards the old man. Seeing this, the old man in Taoist robe still had a gentle face and a smile. But at this time, the old man who was wrapped in golden light was wearing a Taoist robe, but

It looks like a Buddha who rescues people in distress.

The old man in Taoist robes released his grip on Yang Zhao's hand and clasped his hands together. The oncoming fire and flying swords were blocked by the golden light around the old man. At this time, a majestic Bodhisattva appeared behind the old man, with a golden Buddha face.

Look towards all living beings and look down at the heaven and the earth.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao couldn't help but cursed: "Where did this damn tantric master come from? His golden light can blind me! How can I fight like this?"

Zhou Qingmu also had a serious face, and his true energy was ready to be released with one palm.

The old man just looked at them with a smile and said nothing.

After a while, Yang Zhao finally couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly unsheathed the sword on his waist, held it in his hand, and with his true energy flowing, Yang Zhao slashed out with one strike.

Following closely behind, Zhou Qingmu also struck out with an elemental-destroying palm.

The sword light and palm shadow hit the golden light protecting the Buddhist monk one after another, but the increasingly dazzling golden light did not move at all.

Immediately afterwards, the expression of the old man in Taoist robes changed, his clothes suddenly began to shake violently, and the old man's gesture also changed from the previous clasped hands to a grasping palm.

At this time, the giant golden Buddha behind the old man was also grabbed with one palm.

Buddha soil in the palm of your hand.

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao were both grabbed by the giant golden hand. They were blinded by the shining golden light on the giant hand, and the surrounding environment seemed no different from an ordinary hand.

However, the pressure brought by the King Ming's image already made the two of them feel as if they were falling into an abyss. Yang Zhao still refused to give up, with a ferocious look on his face, and his body was ignited with fire, wanting to fight against this Buddha!

Zhou Qingmu naturally did not want to die like this, so he raised his hand and made a move. The ancient sword stuck on the ground jumped up, rushed into the giant hand, and came to Zhou Qingmu's hand.

Zhou Qingmu looked resolute, and the Immortal Burial Sword in his hand kept ringing. At that moment, Zhou Qingmu felt that the sword intent was surging in his body, and the figure in the blue shirt sword leveling the mountains and seas appeared in his mind.

The red and white lights in Zhou Qingmu's eyes intertwined, and the remaining evil aura of the Nine Evil Dragon Demon in his body was also beating at this time. In just a moment, the sword in Zhou Qingmu's hand was already circling with red and white lights, and in this vague

There seemed to be a faint colorful light in the room.

Zhou Qingmu felt that his aura had begun to rise. Although his consciousness remained firm, there seemed to be a ray of gray energy in his mind that was interfering with his sanity.

"ah!"

Zhou Qingmu only felt that at this moment, he had a splitting headache!

Zhou Qingmu roared and suddenly slashed out with his sword.

The power of this sword was unprecedentedly fierce and powerful, and Yang Zhao felt that the person beside him seemed different in a daze.

Zhou Qingmu swung out his sword, and cracks began to appear on the giant golden Buddha's hand.

Yang Zhao was overjoyed when he saw this, and was not willing to be outdone. He made the fire even brighter, but to no avail.

"What a fucking bastard!"

Yang Zhao roared, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed his arm.

The blood dripped and melted into the fire.

The already raging flames actually became a bit darker, but the surrounding temperature was also rising rapidly.

Under Yang Zhao's somewhat thin figure, a hexagram disk appeared faintly at some point.

The firelights attacking the giant hand were not inferior to every sword energy struck by Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingmu, whose consciousness was losing control at this time, was naturally invisible.

The two people wandering in this huge river and lake are desperately resisting and counterattacking for their lives.

The old man in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus also sensed the strange phenomenon in the giant hand, and his face changed slightly, but soon returned to his smiling expression.

It seemed that he was happy with everything in the world.

The old man in Taoist robes slowly turned his palm, and the giant golden hand also turned at the same time. The two people inside the giant hand felt that the sky was shaking, and they could barely maintain their body shape.

The old man in Taoist robe suddenly let go of his hand, and the giant golden hand also suddenly let go.

The two of them were suddenly thrown into the abyss by the giant hand.

For a moment, the only sound left at the cliff was Yang Zhao's constant cursing.

The old man in Taoist robes breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "These juniors are really getting more and more powerful now. Li Qiubai's sword moves, the family's fire. The world is not boring like this! There is something about that boy in white.

It's weird, even I can't understand it. It doesn't matter, let's leave this mess to the young man from the Confucian and Taoist Academy. Now that the younger generation can be so amazing, it's time for us old guys to step aside. But Xuanjiu, are you in a hurry?

Let me help these two guys. Do you really think these two juniors can solve the problem below? Don’t make a big mistake!"

In an instant, the golden light dissipated and the Dharma returned to its body.

"It doesn't matter, senior. If you can take action, it means you are showing off to me. If something goes wrong, I will take action to save these two boys."

The old man in Taoist robes dispersed the golden lotus and stepped lightly on the ground. Behind him, stood a vicissitudes of life man.

...

The soul-burial abyss is bottomless, tens of thousands of feet deep.

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao kept falling down the cliff. During this period, Yang Zhao tried to fly, but was unable to do so as if suppressed by the formation. Not to mention Zhou Qingmu, his consciousness was now blurred and he was just sinking.

.This also made Yang Zhao spend a lot of effort to grab Zhou Qingmu's sleeve, so that Zhou Qingmu would not be blown away when he fell.

The sky above is full of clouds and mist, until a stone platform comes into view.

Just when Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingmu were about to hit the stone platform, Yang Zhao suddenly realized that he could use his true energy, and then he stabilized his body and landed steadily with Zhou Qingmu.

After landing on the ground, Zhou Qingmu also woke up and shook his head. In his field of vision, he was surrounded by a stone platform of withered bones.

Zhou Qingmu couldn't help but ask: "Did we just be thrown down?"

Yang Zhao shrugged, waved his hands and said, "That's about it."

The two of them looked up at the clouds and mist at the same time and sighed.

"I'll try to see if I can fly up." Yang Zhao's expression suddenly became serious and he jumped up.

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Yang Zhao curled up on the ground for a moment, cursing: "Who the hell is so bad? As soon as I go up, I can't activate my Qi. Don't let me find out where your grave is, otherwise I will set you on fire.

The tomb is burned to the ground.”

Zhou Qingmu looked at him and asked a question: "How does Brother Yang know that the builder of this place is dead?"

Yang Zhao heard this and said seriously: "This man is so wicked. If he made it clear that he would not let anyone get out alive, he would have been hacked to death long ago."

Zhou Qingmu was shocked when he heard this and gave Yang Zhao a thumbs up.

After a period of resistance, the two finally gave up. They even tried burning with fire and slashing with swords, but to no avail.

Zhou Qingmu inserted his sword into the ground and observed the surroundings, trying to find if there was any hidden exit here.

But after Zhou Qingmu looked at this piece of withered bones and even some rotten flesh, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "The owner of this place is really cruel. These withered bones must have been left behind by the mortals or monks who entered the Soul Burial Abyss. This place on the ground

There were also some magic weapons that were covered in dust, and they were considered to be extraordinary objects. It’s a pity that they all died in it.”

Yang Zhao suddenly grinned: "Actually, there are benefits. If we can go out with these magic weapons, we will make a fortune!"

Zhou Qingmu squatted on the ground with a calm expression, sprinkled a handful of soil on the withered bones, and said: "These magic weapons followed their masters in battle, and they should be buried with their masters after death. Let's not take away these magic weapons.

There are spirits after death, so they may be looking at us like gods."

Yang Zhao was quite helpless and said: "You are a really bad person! I can't take it anymore."
To be continued...