There is no way to go from the bottom of the mountain to the peak where the ancient tomb is located. Gao Qiang was in a coma and fever, and he was staggering in a sleepwalking manner. However, Gao Qiang stayed here for three years and was very familiar with the mountain. Many places have left his footprints of him and Yang Xueyi - to practice martial arts in order to catch sparrows.

At this moment, he chose a rare forest, but he slowly covered the tomb by drilling into the bushes. Since he had done a despicable means of sneak attacks early, wouldn't he be alerted if he went there with great fanfare?

Gao Qiang believed that Yang Xueyi's ability was that even if she was Yuan Zhen's strong attack, she could withstand it for a while and not fall quickly.

Speeched all the way, he touched it quietly, his movements were as light as a cat or a leopard. The lightning cultivated in the ancient tomb was bright and he looked towards the ancient tomb.

He was quietly afraid that he would go to the garden to be above the pines and cypresses around the tomb, but he saw that the door of the tomb was opened, and the footprints were messy on the ground in front of the door, and several footprints were deep and heavy. It was obvious that when the master competed and tried to exert internal strength, he had hundreds of kilograms of strength under his feet.

Gao Qiang's heart was pounding. He calmed down and looked carefully. He found that the few words he had written on the ancient tomb had disappeared. There were neat stones that were cut down, revealing white and white, and the blue and gray stones around the carriage were incompatible.

He felt a move in his heart, tried his best to calm down, and then he closed his eyes and quietly exercised his skills on the tree. In his ears, the whole world slowly emerged. He "heard" and heard the sound of wind around him, and heard the sound of the clumsy and cute birds beating more than ten feet away. He even heard the sound of gurgling streams flowing far away.

Gao Qiang opened his eyes, and worries flashed in his eyes. There was no other person around the ancient tomb, no stakes or surveillance. The surrounding world was beating in the rhythm of nature, making natural sounds.

But he could not hear the sound in the ancient tomb. One was too far away, and the other was that there were many huge stone doors in the ancient tomb, which isolated the sound.

In front of the ancient tomb, Gao Qiang saw a footprint that was vaguely visible and had just entered.

Not long before, it was the mark of the thin-soled fast boots that Jianghu Shi Shao was most used to wearing. Gao Qiang's brows frowned in a circle, which was Chen Youliang's footprints. This meant that Yuanzhen also went in.

He couldn't wait, glided down from the canopy like a human and a bird, sorted out his head outside the ancient tomb, and deliberately removed the black cloth on his face. There was no need to hide it. For Yang Xueyi, it was okay to kill Master Yuanzhen and disciples. He couldn't care about any six-person sect or Guangmingding. If Yang Xueyi accidentally stabbed a sword, it would be bad that he accidentally injured his friend.

Prepare the black gold cloak. After checking the seven syringes - this is all his inventory. He put Wang Nangu's most powerful drug in his pocket and tied it around his waist. Ziwei's soft sword was pulled out to see it. After all, it had not been used for two years. The copper gear of the tiger-grabbing carriage under his feet showed a fierce light. Gao Qiang took a deep breath and took a rice pill in his mouth. "Mom, bless your future daughter-in-law." Gao Qiang clasped his hands and said his last wish, and his body penetrated into the ancient tomb.

He moved lightly and looked around, but saw short arrows scattered on the first corridor and steel fences falling from the sky. However, the door opposite was opened and it was obviously passed by someone. Gao Qiangxin grabbed for no reason.

There was still a burnt smell on the second corridor, and the walls around it were sprayed black. A fire just now must have burned the ground. However, the door at the end of the corridor was still open and passed by someone. However, two or three corpses were lying on the ground, burning the ground, but they couldn't see clearly, leaving only a corner of the Buddha's robe. Gao Qiang's heart seemed to have been grabbed by someone again.

Gao Qiang was strange and walked gently. He remembered that when he left, there seemed to be no such mechanism in these corridors - he was not sure. After all, most of the mechanisms of the ancient tombs needed to be operated by people, and they were not triggered. Gao Qiang didn't care about his heart's reaction at this moment and passed quickly. The third corridor, a few bricks and stones that looked like they were usually not unusual, were all sharp arrows inserted upside down, but the stone door opposite was still open. Gao Qiang walked with his feet, but saw a monk dead on the ground, and the arrows penetrated his heart and died. He was almost trapped by a flip brick and passed in a mess. The fourth corridor was nothing unusual, but a fragrance filled the air. The high-strength conditions fired and held his breath. Looking underground, four or five monks crawled on the ground. Gao Qiang's heart

When he saw Yang Xueyi's important thing, he didn't care about these people. He walked forward quickly. He walked forward again. The Bagua Formation of the Stones that Yang Xueyi lured Yuan Zhen into. However, the eight gates were open and there was no one inside. Gao Qiang did not see the bronze man and iron stone activated. He was even more anxious. At this moment, he listened to the next corridor, and the whistle and whispered! "Good niece, why are you so stubborn? Tell your uncle the secret book of the ancient tomb hidden, and your uncle won't hurt you a hair." Yuan Zhen smiled very much, and he spoke softly and slowly, but his hands were still strong. After eight years of seclusion, he did not retreat but advance, and he became more diligent. One left arm waved like a round wheel, bringing up afterimages. The red robe sleeves seemed like a big red cage. Occasionally, a yellow light dodged in the middle.

As the round robe sleeves were waving, the sound of wind blew on the wall, like a whip, traces slipped down, and the blue-gray stone wall was shot white in the air, and there was a lot of dust in the corner of the wall.

Compared to Yuanzhen Qi's calmness and calmness, Yang Xueyi was much more embarrassed. She was sweating on her forehead, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, winding down, dripping onto the goose yellow collar, dyeing a large area red.

But if you look at her movements, you will never feel a little embarrassed, you will only feel a little graceful and calm.

She is now clearly fighting to the death, with her ten fingers wide open and one claw is released, and her arms are as agile as dancing. When her arms are waving, she will turn and close her wrists, and her ten fingers will be beating gracefully like playing a piano.

If Gao Qiang saw him now, he would definitely be ashamed to death. Yang Xueyi used the claw technique of his way. But if Yang Xueyi was like an immortal dancing in the sky, he would at most be a rash man in the village twisting his waist.

The killer was so scarce, without fireworks, without any trace of axe and knives, and it was natural that even the big red robe of Monk Yuanzhen could not completely cover her. However, Yang Xueyi was breathing and sweating, and her steps gradually became unstable. Sweat soaked her clothes and dripped on the ground. Her feet were wet, which was full of sweat. Occasionally, a little red flowers bloomed on the ground.

The two figures mixed together, entangled together quickly, and the sound of fighting with flesh palms sounded loudly. This was a small room with little room for turnover. Monk Yuanzhen forced Yang Xueyi into the house and took the lead in occupying the stone gate that rushed into the depths of the ancient tomb. Yang Xueyi would not have the possibility of retreating and escaping.

The two of them fought fiercely for a moment. Yang Xueyi opened her mouth and spit out blood, and spitted it all at Yuan Zhen's eyes, but Yuan Zhen also opened her mouth and sprayed it out in one breath. His mouth contained deep internal force, and when the breath collided, he immediately blew all the blood on his face toward Yang Xueyi's chest. The goose yellow clothes were immediately dyed with a large piece of red. Yang Xueyi's claw technique was no longer in order, and she could no longer maintain her elegance.

Yuan Zhen suddenly stepped back, Yang Xueyi had a moment of time, and her body hit the wall heavily. She couldn't help but let her mouth go out slowly.

Yuanzhen guarded the door and sneered: "Good niece, my uncle is so kind to you. You have arranged a lot of institutions along the way. If I hadn't been for my great destiny, I wouldn't have seen you."

Yang Xueyi raised her eyes without any spirit, and her tone was weak, but she was still weak and firm: "I obviously didn't expect that you would bring so many people this time."

Yuan Zhen waved his robe sleeve and snorted coldly: "These disciples are taken as cannon fodder. Humph, even if the matter is done, they will not be able to live. How can they know the secret of the ancient cemetery?"

Yang Xueyi couldn't laugh, looked at Yuanzhen for a while, and said quietly: "Why do you want to be a bad person? Why do you have to harm others and be happy?"

Yuanzhen was stunned, her face showed a little excitement, and it turned red, but she instantly returned to normal, laughing and said, "Why should I be a bad person? Why should I harm others!"

His eyes suddenly turned red and he said viciously: "Do you think I want to be a bad person? Who doesn't want to be a hero admired by thousands of people? Who doesn't want to have the great achievements of his ancestor Yang Guogong? But some people make me unhappy, some people make me unhappy, and they take my beloved wife! They even beat me seriously!

My kung fu is not as good as others, and my power is not as good as others. If I don’t do bad things, I will have no way to take revenge! What else can I do?"

Yang Xueyi looked at Yuanzhen for a while and sighed, "Uncle, you shouldn't go down the mountain."

Yuanzhen was stunned and smiled sadly: "Little niece, if I could choose again, I would still go down the mountain. There is reputation, wealth, power, and my beloved woman. For her, I am willing to be crushed to pieces, you don't understand."

Yang Xueyi looked forward with her eyes empty and murmured: "Don't I understand?"

Yuanzhen quickly calmed down, his voice was no longer excited, and he returned to his cold tone: "Niece, you have used the Heart-Destroying Palm, you have used the Jade Girl Sword Technique, you have used the meridians to reverse and change the true qi, you have used the Nine Yin Divine Claw, you have even used the mind-control technique in the Nine Yin True Sutra. Unfortunately, my earthly heart has long been dead, and your method is no longer useful to me."

Yang Xueyi said slowly: "I didn't use the technique of mind control, but you were moved by yourself."

Yuanzhen said impatiently: "That doesn't matter anymore. Do you hand over the Nine Yin Scriptures and other classics?"

Yang Xueyi didn't say anything at all, just shook her head. Yuanzhen was furious and said coldly: "Niece, I spent seven days breaking this ancient tomb, and I have been fighting for you for half a day. Don't think I can't force you to speak. Wait until I take you down and let you taste my methods."

After Yuan Zhen said the truth, he grabbed Yang Xueyi's left hand and the ribbon of the clothes suddenly floated towards him. Then, Yang Xueyi's body was choking at him after being seriously injured.

Yuanzhen noticed that a tear even flowed down the corner of Yang Xueyi's eyes! He felt secretly proud!

He held Yang Xueyi's wrist directly with his left hand and pressed towards her pulse door. Yang Xueyi was vain to avoid it. After the injury was severe, his movements were slow and slow, and he could not avoid it. A smile on the corner of Yuanzhen's mouth slowly swung open. Suddenly his smile froze, and he watched Yang Xueyi's weak wrist turn suddenly and cleverly, reaching the peak, and his five fingers were sharp, and he grabbed Yuanzhen's forearm. This was a powerful killing move in the Nine Yin Divine Claws. Yuanzhen had only time to turn his hands and then slapped it horizontally. He wanted to compete with Yang Xueyi for internal strength, and then he took it down with one blow.

As soon as he touched Yang Xueyi's palm, he felt that the other party was full of energy, and it was constantly coming like an angry wave in the sea of ​​people, not at all caused by the weak and weak after a long struggle. Yuan Zhenyi had been fighting for a long time, and although he had taken Yang Xueyi, the true energy in his body was consumed very much, and he was not prepared.

He felt that the internal force in Yang Xueyi's palm rushed straight into his body, then turned into a yang and hot breath, rushing left and right in his body, stirring the meridians into a ball. Yuanzhen's chest and abdomen were churning, and it was like a slight slight blood was spit out. He was shocked. He had always been cunning and worried: Could it be that she had not put all her strength in the first place?

Looking at Yang Xueyi again, a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, and she had just fallen into the dust.

Her arms were still slapped forward in front of her palms, but her body slowly softened. Behind her graceful body, she slowly showed a human figure. She was a man, or to be precise, a boy, her beard on her face was still furry and untrimmed, her eyebrows were black and shaped, but now she was wrinkled in circles, one eye was bright, her nose was very high, her lips were now pursed, and her facial features were neat. Although she was not handsome, she could still be associated with praises such as handsomeness and vitality.

However, there were only two words in his eyes at this time, that was anger!

Monk Yuanzhen was about to speak, but the boy was just standing on Yang Xueyi's hand. He didn't know how his arm shook. A few sounds of the machine spring sounded, densely packed and slender needles flew into a bright silver-white metal waterfall in the air, rushing towards Yuanzhen horizontally!

Yuan Zhen was shocked. This was not something he could sway with a breath of breath in a single field. He stretched his left arm and the red monk robe rotated rapidly like a wheel. His internal force was used to the extreme, so he listened to ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

It seemed like a moment, and another year later, Yuanzhen felt that her whole left arm was numb! Her whole body was disintegrated, and the monk's robe could no longer be considered red to be red. On the outward side, the fine needles of bright silver and silver were tugged tightly on it, tightly as if they were putting on a needle on a cloth. As soon as Yuanzhen let go, the monk's robe with half a pound of silver needles hit the ground.

What he noticed was that there was still a silver needle inserted on his arm, and a stream of sourness slowly spread. Around him was the silver needle that was attacked by his powerful internal force, and it was inserted randomly on the ground. He turned around. The wall behind him was round with him as the center, with silver needles standing like crops.

The young man Yu Yang Xueyi was gone. "I want to kill you!" Yuan Zhen roared angrily, and then he realized that there was a strange fragrance wandering in the room.
Chapter completed!