Ye Qingxuan and others walked along the cave and climbed out of the cliff, and were stunned by everything in front of them.

This is an underground space covered with gray mist.

Although it cannot be said that you can't see your five fingers, the dark and bad situation makes you feel extremely chill.

Although the fog is very rich deep underground, the air is very fresh and has no sense of depression.

The gusts of cold wind blow, bringing bone-transparent coldness, and there are even white ghost shadows in the gray fog, flashing and hiding, accompanied by the sound of ghost crying, which makes people feel chilled.

It is worthy of being the realm called "Mist-Ming Tomb". It is indeed full of ghost energy and is not like the human world.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but look up at the top.

It was also so foggy that I couldn't see anything clearly. This Demon Sect Holy Land was originally in the underground world. No wonder it could not be found for thousands of years. It was so mysterious that it was unimaginable.

Except for the cliff behind everyone, no matter which direction they look, there is a thick fog that cannot be distinguished.

Sun Kun's teeth trembled as he saw it, and he couldn't help but whisper: "I said Ye Zi, it's not haunted here, right?"

After listening to Sun Kun's words, Hua Wanrong also interrupted worriedly: "Although there is no record on the sheepskin scroll, I once heard that this 'Mist-Ming Tomb' was the place where the Ghost Sect practiced martial arts in the past. Living people were often put into it and hunted them. In the end, the resentment was too high, which attracted evil ghosts and was finally sealed by the Holy Sect."

Ye Qingxuan touched his chin, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Evil ghost?" Sun Kun was shocked and said angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Why did you bring us here where even the Demon Sect is sealed?"

Hua Wanrong retorted: "This is the only way to leave the Blood Transformation Pool, and it is the only way to go directly to the core temple. It is better to pass here than to join the many masters of my Holy Sect? What's more... it's just a legend, do you really believe that there are ghosts?"

Sun Kun was immediately angry. Although he wanted to curse, he couldn't really admit that he was afraid of ghosts!

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and finally said, "No matter what is here, we always have to go there. The Tianba Demon Corpse cannot be put into the hands of the Demon Sect again. Let's go!"

After saying that, he calmly entered the fog.

Mei Yinxue followed Ye Qingxuan obediently, glanced at Sun Kun, who dared not take steps behind him, and smiled and said, "Brother Sun, if you don't follow, you will be lost in the fog... If you are alone, you will encounter something, but no one will help you."

Hua Wanrong snorted and stepped in.

Sun Kun looked around and frightened, and rushed to catch up with Mei Yinxue, and trembled into the fog.

This gray ghost fog was indeed strange. When he saw a stranger coming, he boiled like life and rolled and pounced on the four people.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, looked at it for a while, and then turned around and said, "Don't take back the protective energy. This fog is strange. For some reason, it can suck people's essence and blood..."

Ye Qingxuan said something scared everyone so much that they instantly opened the protective energy to the maximum, blocking the rolling ghost fog outside.

Ye Qing has the highest Xuanwu skills, so he is naturally ahead.

While moving forward, he calmly observed the surroundings, and his spiritual consciousness reached its maximum, which had already exceeded the limit that his eyes could reach, and he had grasped all the movements within a dozen feet.

The steps of several people walking forward were slow and heavy, because the places under their feet were bumpy and wet, and it seemed to be very damp.

Ye Qingxuan decided to have a direction, but after walking for a long time, nothing happened along the way.

They and their group walked into the depths of the ghost fog without realizing it.

The color of the fog gradually changed from the original grayish white to black.

Ye Qingxuan's face gradually became gloomy as time went by and the journey deepened.

Kaga!

A crisp sound scared everyone.

Ye Qingxuan stopped and lowered his head to look carefully.

Mei Yinxue, Hua Wanrong and Sun Kun also surrounded her curiously.

A sound of gasping in the air sounded, and everyone was shocked to find that what sounded under Ye Qingxuan's feet was actually a pile of scattered white bones...

There are still broken cloth strips on many bones. Although they are rotten and broken, they should look valuable silk.

Next to it, there is a broken sword fragment that has been broken into several pieces, with crystal clear texture and excellent quality.

Ye Qingxuan gently tugged the bones with his feet a few times, and a shimmer flashed in his eyes, and a token was found from a pile of wreckage...

"Big Nei First-Class Guard, Zhao Tingyu?" After looking at the name on the token, Sun Kun couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who is he?" Hua Wanrong asked curiously.

Sun Kun took a deep breath, knocked his forehead, and said, "He was the chief supervisor of the big guard several times before. The uncle of the 'gun king' Zhao Feipeng, and one of the several masters of Xue Gongwang in the 'Tianjue Hand'. When Zhao Tingyu tracked the master of the Demon Sect, he finally disappeared without a trace. Many people said that he was ambushed, but he didn't expect to die here indeed..."

Hua Wanrong smiled coldly and said, "I have said that there are many mechanisms in the holy land and the masters of the holy sect are vicious. No matter how powerful Zhao Tingyu is, he will inevitably die without a place to die."

"Are you very proud?" Sun Kun said angrily: "The Holy Gate mechanism in your mouth may not recognize the inside and outside, and may even kill you."

"You..." Hua Wanrong was defeated several times, her face turned pale with anger.

However, Ye Qingxuan, who was standing beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly, sighed lightly, raised his eyes and said, "No matter how powerful your magic sect mechanism is, I'm afraid you won't eat people, right?"

"Eat people? What does it mean?" Sun Kun asked.

Ye Qingxuan threw a bone over, and Sun Kun took it in a hurry. Ye Qingxuan said with a cautious look that he had never seen before: "Look carefully, the bite marks on the bone...that was not caused by the mechanism."

Sun Kun's eyes widened. Sure enough, his hands were clearly marked on the bones of the human arm, and the broken part of the arm was bitten off.

It doesn't matter. Ye Qingxuan then went on to give a more terrifying conclusion: "This Zhao Tingyu was not killed by the Central Government, nor was he beaten to death, but was eaten by something."

Sun Kun was so scared that his face was pale and asked anxiously: "What's it?"

Before he finished speaking, he shouted...

A ghost with terrifying wings whizzed past everyone's heads!

Ye Qingxuan looked up and looked around. His spiritual sense extended to a height of twenty feet. Even if his face covered with blood glue could not hide the fear on his face.

"Follow me!" Ye Qingxuan's eyes swept across everyone, held Mei Yinxue's hand tightly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Run--"

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A strange long sword that is red all over, shaped like an iron vertebrae, and like a human spine, is inserted into the one-eye of the eight-clawed dragon, through the brain marrow and into the spine.

Blood Infant Sword!

The supreme magic sword of the Blood Sect of the Demon Sect was like a soldering iron in Li Muru's hand, turning red from time to time, turning black and red from time to time, and the blood-colored veins on the sword body were entangled.

The whole sword seemed to come alive, with blood-colored veins constantly swelling, and the sword body made a "gurgling" sound of sucking. The essence and blood in the evil dragon's brain and bone marrow were constantly sucked into the sword body, and then turned into the purest essence, qi and blood, which were replenished into Li Muru's body.

The small mouth of the giant urn not far away was slightly opened, and Li Moyan's greedy and jealous eyes emitted a blood-red light. Unfortunately, his body was bound to cinnabar mercury and copper, which made him unable to leave the giant urn.

Otherwise, even if the evil dragon essence blood is far better than the "divine blood", even if there is only one drop, it will be enough to heal his injury by three points, and to produce an arm, and to have the ability to take action or escape.

But in this situation, Li Muru can only be favored.

Of course, under the suggestion of Li Moyin, Li Muru, who was suspicious by nature, did not directly take the Holy Dragon essence and blood, but instead used it to cultivate the "Blood Infant Sword".

With the nourishment of the essence and blood of the holy dragon, with a little sacrifice, the "Blood Infant Sword" that had only completed 80% of the "Blood Infant Sword" will be enough to achieve the level of the eighth-grade divine sword, comparable to "Zihuang" and "Qingshuang".

The "Blood Infant Sword" can absorb the enemy's essence and blood, and instead use sword masters. Li Muru eats and drinks the leftovers of the "Blood Infant Sword". Although the entry is stable, it is slow. In order to achieve the realm of deification, hum, there will be more people Li Muru needs to kill at that time...

As long as Li Muru has aroused the world's ideas, he will have the possibility of escaping in the chaos.
Chapter completed!