On the other side, there is a wide and incomparable passage that stretches all the way to the dark ahead.

The four walls of this passage are covered with black iron, on which there are many inscriptions of unknown Sanskrit. A strong smell of blood wafts here, making the originally dark passage more gloomy.

Fortunately, there are several lampstands on the left and right walls, on which the red candle flickers a small red flame, as if it would go out at any time.

The red candle light makes the passage seem strange, but it's better to have light than dark.

However, it is strange that there is a candlestick in the dark like a person's soul.

As we went on, the darkness gradually faded away, the lampstand appeared, and the red light flickered with a bang.

But in the distance, it is still difficult to see what is in the darkness.

The four disciples led by Lin Xiaoyun of Longjian mountain villa, as well as a dozen sanxiu disciples who have reached an agreement with the four disciples, are slowly moving along this channel.

Feel the dark and bloody environment.

The last ten disciples felt a kind of inexplicable fear and pressure.

Some people began to beat the retreat drum.

Although the four disciples had the experience given by their ancestors who had entered the tomb of the emperor of Chu and finally went out alive, it was much better than the performance of those scattered cultivation.

But the first time I visited here, I was still very depressed and nervous.

Yu shuizong's four people, led by Qu Xiaohan, are mo Zhen alone. They have a great sense of panic about this terrible unknown environment. The other three people, more or less, are just a little cold sweat, but they are not as bad as Mo Zhen.

Guangke looks back at Yanmo Zhen and smiles scornfully.

"What skill do you think you can have when you, a disciple of the outer gate, can let elder Bi allow you to enter the Royal Mausoleum of Chu?! It turned out to be a waste! "

Mo Zhen hears the words and frowns slightly.

"You..."

But before he finished, Qu Xiaohan, who was walking ahead, looked back at Mo Zhen and said, "OK! Shut up! "

With the elder martial sister talking, the two stopped fighting.

However, Mo Zhen can clearly feel from Qu Xiaohan's tone that she is aiming at herself and indulges in guangkezhen, but on second thought, she is just an ordinary disciple of the outer door, and others are the core disciples of the inner door. There is a great difference in identity!

Most of the people walked forward about 100 meters, and the female disciple in the Longjian villa in the front suddenly whispered.

"Elder martial brother Lin, here we are!"

"Here we are?" Everyone is in a daze.

Lin Xiaoyun was the only one who knew. He then reached out to the female disciple.

The female disciple smiled and then took out a long and thin sword from behind and handed it to Lin Xiaoyun.

Lin Xiaoyun received the sword with one hand, and plucked out the flowers of the sword at the same time.

Deep eyes look at the darkness ahead, only to see him smile.

"Please step back for a few minutes."

With a puzzled look, they didn't know what Lin Xiaoyun was going to do. However, Lin Xiaoyun's position in the younger generation in the West made them withdraw at their own will.

When the crowd retreated more than ten meters, Lin Xiaoyun suddenly seemed to have changed his face. The whole face changed from the original indifference and full of laughter to a face full of murders.

The sword of the right hand is buzzing at this moment, as if it is trapped by a fierce beast and wants to break away from the shackles.

All of a sudden, Lin Xiaoyun stepped forward and then stabbed the empty space with his sword without any sign.

Only saw a sword flower to break away from the sword tip and shoot directly into the darkness ahead!