But things are different now.

Those who really dare to rob tombs are desperadoes.

One is at the peak of foundation building, and three are at the golden elixir level. One of them seems to be in the middle stage of the golden elixir, and all of them are insidious veterans who have traveled around the world.

In terms of experience and power, they are crushed.

Another golden elixir of the Shen family could not last for dozens of rounds and was also killed.

The rest of the foundations were slaughtered.

Blood and mutilated limbs were everywhere, but Shen Qingsheng was the only one who looked pale and frightened. He murmured: "I am the son of the Shen family. I, my father is...you, how dare you..."

The short, strong man slapped him over.

This slap is as hard as stone.

Shen Qingsheng was slapped away and fell to the ground. He felt dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then he fainted completely.

"Damn it, I'll give you the face, you're shameless, we have to kill you."

The big man stepped forward and was about to crush Shen Qingsheng to death.

Mr. Pi said, "Keep it for later use."

The big man understood what he meant, nodded and said: "Okay." He spat at Shen Qingsheng, took out the rope, and tied him tightly. The skin and flesh were red from the stranglehold, and it hurt to look at it.

He is not as well-behaved, sensible and current as Mo Hua, so naturally he does not receive the same treatment as Mo Hua.

Only then did Mr. Pi look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua looked "scared", "You...why did you kill people?"

The big man sneered and said: "Kid, you don't know enough, how can you do this..."

Mr. Pi said coldly: "Okay, don't talk too much. If you kill someone, you will definitely cause trouble. It's safer to go down early and stay with the dead."

"good."

Others stepped forward to collect the storage bags, and discarded all the items in the storage bags that might reveal their traces separately. Then they raised earth and rocks to cover the stumps and blood of the Shen family monks on the ground, hastily covering up the traces.

Several people were very quick with their hands and feet, and it was obviously not their first time doing this kind of thing.

After finishing, the big man stepped forward and picked up the unconscious Shen Qingsheng.

Mr. Pi glanced at Mo Hua, who walked up to him obediently, and then Mr. Pi nodded:

"Let's go to the grave."

A group of people walked into the mine and dug out a wall in a nearby corner. Behind the wall was a narrow stone path.

The short and thin Jin Dan got in first.

After a while, the big man carried Shen Qingsheng and got in.

Mr. Pi pointed at the ink painting and said, "Go down."

The ink painting was honest and got into the narrow stone path.

Then there was Jin Dan who was wearing gray clothes and holding a long knife.

Finally, there is Mr. Pi.

He stayed at the end, set up a formation, sealed the stone wall, and then entered the stone path with everyone.

The figures of several people just disappeared into the mine.

On the lonely mountain, only the bodies of the Shen family monks who died tragically were left covered by earth and rocks...

…

Ink Hua felt that everything was pitch black before his eyes. The stone path was narrow, damp and sticky, and filled with the smell of earth. After walking along the stone path for an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden light in front of him, and a gap appeared.

Jumping down from the gap, he jumped into a wider corridor.

A strong smell, mixed with years of staleness and an unknown fishy smell, hit my face.

Mo Hua quickly covered his mouth and nose, held his breath, and then used his spiritual power to protect his breath. Only then did he feel better.

At this time, everyone also entered the corridor.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked around, and then he realized that the corridor was as high as two people, with strong walls and extending in all directions. It was pitch black in the depths, and he didn't know what was hidden. A cold and cold air seeped out.

There was deathly silence all around, as if death was sleeping.

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

At this moment, in the dead silence, a sharp howl suddenly sounded.

Mo Hua was startled, and when he turned around, he realized it was Shen Qingsheng.

Not only Mo Hua, but also Mr. Pi and others were frightened into cold sweats.

Shen Qingsheng woke up at some point.

"not good!"

The big man's face turned pale and he immediately covered Shen Qingsheng's mouth to prevent him from making any sound. The other people were even more afraid to speak out.

After a while, there was nothing unusual in the corridor.

The big man then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a trembling voice: "You're not surprised by anything..."

Mr. Pi looked solemn, took out a compass, looked at it for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay..."

The big man turned his head, wanting to strangle Shen Qingsheng to death, "Damn it, you little beast, do you want to kill me?"

Shen Qingsheng's eyes widened, filled with fear and anger, "I, I am the Shen family... How dare you..."

The big man sneered and whispered: "Without the Shen family, you are just a waste. You don't know the dangers of the cultivation world. I can only kill you..."

Mr. Pi frowned, "Why do you talk so much and make him faint?"

Among the few people, the old man named "Mr. Pi", although he was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, his words carried great weight.

The big man slapped Shen Qingsheng on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"It's getting late. Find your bearings early." Mr. Pi whispered.

Others nodded.

After that, Mr. Pi walked in front, holding the compass in his left hand and making hand gestures in his right hand. While observing the compass instructions, he determined the direction of the corridor and led everyone forward.

Everyone followed silently, not saying a word along the way. It seemed that they did not dare to disturb Mr. Pi, and at the same time, they also seemed not to dare to disturb certain "things" in the tomb.

Mo Hua also followed quietly.

But most of his thoughts were not on the dangerous corridors, but on Mr. Pi who was holding the compass and identifying the direction.

An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

Mo Hua can be sure that this Mr. Pi has real abilities.

Mo Hua confirmed this when chatting with Mr. Nan Pi on the mountain before. The inheritance of "Earth Formation" is definitely not something that ordinary formation masters can learn.

This Mr. Pi definitely has a secret inheritance.

Moreover, the origin of this inheritance is probably not small.

What's more, tomb robbers like them are tantamount to robbing meat from the mouths of the dead.

His formation ability and experience must be extraordinary, and his vision is even more unique. If he doesn't have any real ability, he won't be able to make a living at this level.

"I wonder if I can get Mr. Pi's inheritance..."

"Even if you don't get it, it's a good thing to learn something."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

So he followed Mr. Pi quietly, appearing calm on the surface, but from time to time he stuck his head out to peek at Mr. Pi's compass, watch his tricks, and simulate his deduction process in his mind.

Under the stone walls of the corridor, formations are carved.

These formations have a vague aura and are integrated with the earth. They should be a type of "ground formation" specially used for tombs.

Deducing these formations and using a compass to determine the direction is a very laborious task.

Mr. Pi focused all his attention on the compass until his consciousness was exhausted. When he took a short rest, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and found a pair of Mo Hua's eyes secretly looking at him.

These eyes are extremely deep, and there seems to be something profound and unpredictable flowing in them.

Mr. Pi's heart immediately trembled, and when he looked again, he found that the ink painting's gaze was as clear as water, so clear that it could even reflect his figure.

Mr. Pi looked at the ink painting silently.

Mo Hua also looked at Mr. Pi.

Mr. Pi's eyes flashed slightly, he turned his head silently, said nothing, and continued to lead the way.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone walked for a while, they came to a gate.

The gate is engraved with dense formations.
To be continued...