This is a corridor with eternal lights hanging on both sides of the stone walls, sprinkling soft halos.

The lights and shadows are like the endless years that have been bright and endless, illuminating the way of the Tao, eternal and immortal, with a kind of quiet and quiet taste.

"Is this the opportunity place for that lotus to evolve?"

As soon as he arrived here, the old hah couldn't help but be surprised and looked back and forth, even trying to break off a long lamp and think carefully.

However, as if he was afraid and cautious, he hesitated for a moment and did not put it into practice in the end. He just stared at the eternal lights and observed carefully.

After a long time of disappointment, he said: "It turned out to be just the most ordinary dragon oil lamp. No wonder it can burn from ancient times to the present."

"Be careful, this place is a bit too quiet."

Lin Xun glanced around, and there was a trace of inexplicable tension in his heart, as if there was something dangerous hidden deep in the corridor.

He held the broken blade in his hand.

Zhao Jingxuan also sacrificed the Nine Dragon Treasure Cauldron, which drifted out auspicious light and protected him all over his body.

They walked along the corridor and headed forward.

The atmosphere was quiet and there was no sound at all. The corridor was deep, and the everlasting lights were filled with soft luster and were not dark, but this deadly atmosphere made people shudder.

Not long after, a misty cloud of light appeared in the corridor in the distance, like a flying fairy light rain, which seemed extremely eye-catching.

"This is?"

Lin Xun and the others were shocked and saw clearly that the place where the light was floating, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, extremely old, wearing Taoist clothes, and his head of white hair spread out to the ground.

That misty rain of light spread out from this figure.

At this time, the figure was facing Lin Xun and the others. The pair of pupils were silver, like the silver scorching sun, emitting a terrifying aura.

Lin Xun and the others were stiff, and they were experiencing cold air. Their hearts were beating violently. Their souls were throbbing and they almost collapsed.

"not good!"

The old clam screamed suddenly, with an extra hilt of the knife in his hand, releasing a black halo, round and transparent, blocking his body and resisting the aura of the figure.

In an instant, all the abnormalities faded from their bodies, making Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan feel scared and shocked.

Just now, the aura of that figure almost killed them!

"Fuck his grandma, this is actually a saint's corpse!"

The old frog was surprised to find that although the figure had clear eyes, it was actually just a corpse without vitality and had been dead for countless years.

This is even more terrifying. What a powerful saint this should be. Even after his death, he still maintains his complete form, lifelike, and the breath that permeates the corpse can easily erase all of them!

This is simply incredible!

How terrifying would it be if this saint was still alive?

"This old guy is definitely an amazing existence, but he has returned to silence here for no reason, and there is no trace of scars on his body, which makes it look a little weird."

The old clam murmured to himself, a pair of golden pupils constantly scanning, looking at the saint's corpse.

When he spoke, he held the hilt of the knife in his hand and released a round and transparent black light, and did not dare to relax at all.

"Is this the saint?"

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan were both shocked.

The king of the life and death realm is already terrifying enough to make them look up to it, and the saints are more transcendent than the king of the life and death realm!

The realm of saints is a transcendent state that can only reach after nine levels of immortality. It is transcendent and saint, and it is said that it can live with the heaven and earth!

Now, the corpse of an ancient saint appeared in front of him and was seen with his own eyes. No one could maintain peace of mind.

"This Taoist robe... seems to be made of 'Star Soul Silver Wire'!"

The old clam's eyes glowed and his breathing was heavy: "Be good, you're a big deal. A star-soul silver thread can crush a mountain, heavier than a star. This old guy actually used this treasure to refine a Taoist robe!"

The old clam almost drooled, his eyes turned red, and the Star Soul Daoyi! This is a treasure of the holy Tao level!

The old clam couldn't help it, and gritted his teeth and activated the hilt of the knife, tentatively trying to peel off the clothes covered by the corpse.

But in just a moment, he screamed, was shocked by a terrifying force, coughing up blood in his mouth, and was extremely miserable.

If the black light generated in his hand had not been extremely magical, and the black light generated helped him dissolve most of his power, this one alone would have been enough to kill him.

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan were shocked. The saint's corpse was too powerful. Even if they died for countless years, they were extremely majestic. They were like a god who transcends the world, enough to suppress all invasions.

"Damn it, the rumors are true. Holy people should not be blasphemed. This is the rule of the great way. Unless you have the same level of power, you will not be able to take this treasure away at all."

The old clam got up from the ground, his face full of frustration and reluctance. The Taoist garment made of star soul silver silk! But he could not take it away...

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan looked at each other.

This old clam is too greedy for money. He almost lost his life just now, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he was upset that he could not take away the treasure. It was simply a strange flower.

"Old hunk, the handle of the knife in your hand is good."

Suddenly, Lin Xun spoke out and stared at the old clam. Lin Xun had seen the handle of the knife when he first saw the old clam.

It is pitch black and old, with a blood-stained strip of cloth wrapped on the surface, and it looks like a blood-stained old thing, not surprisingly.

But it can block the aura of the saint's corpse, which makes it look unique.

Suddenly, the old clam became alert and shouted: "Don't make bad ideas. This treasure is the lifeblood of my king. Since I woke up, I have been with me. If you dare to make a mistake, I promise to fight you for the best of my life!"

"Can you let me see?"

"no!"

The old clam refused in one bite and could not be negotiated.

Lin Xun said oh, and stopped tempting. He had already seen that this thing has a crucial significance to the old clam.

"Go away quickly, watch the Star Soul Daoyi and cannot take it away. This is simply the most torture torture in the world."

The old clam was heartbroken.

They avoided the saint's corpse and continued to move forward.

The corridor was quiet. Not long after walking forward, another corpse was found. It was a green lion, as big as a cow, with a bright fur as a silk, and also filled with the aura of the holy Tao.

There is no doubt that this green lion is also a terrifying creature who stepped into the holy path in ancient times!

"Ruyi! The peerless holy treasure!"

The old clam's eyes turned red again, and he found that there was a white jade Ruyi in the mouth of the green lion, flowing with the aura of the holy Tao.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to try again. When he left, his heart was bleeding and he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

As they walked forward, they found saints' corpses from time to time, one after another, all intact, and could not tell where they were injured, as if they had passed away.

This made Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan's scalp numb and their hearts were rumbling. How could so many saints fall here in ancient times?

What is the origin of this corridor?

The old clam wailed all the way, his face turned green, and he looked resentful and unwilling, because he found treasures after treasure, all from the hands of the saints, but they could not take them away, which made him who regarded wealth as his life and almost went crazy.

"If it weren't for the hilt of the old ha's hand, we would probably have been unable to come here at all, so we would have been killed long ago..."

Lin Xun realized a serious problem and was afraid.

I thought that this time I cracked the secret on the altar and found a way that represents "the escape", and I could find an opportunity.

Who would have thought that this place of opportunity would be a corridor where many saints' corpses fell, which seemed too dangerous and unpredictable.

"Is this a dead end? Even the saints died in it, will we... repeat the same mistake?"

Zhao Jingxuan had a serious face.

"Ph! Crow's mouth!"

The old frog scolded, "The more violent the place, the more unimaginable great opportunities are hidden. The death of these saints does not mean that we cannot leave alive. And I conclude that the opportunity here must still exist and has not been taken away."

Lin Xunke didn't believe Lao Hu's inference. He turned his head and looked back, but was surprised to find that the path he had come had disappeared!

It was indeed gone, there was darkness there, let alone the path, even the corpses of the saints I saw along the way were missing.

"We have no turning back..."

Lin Xun's voice was bitter and his heart was thrilling. This place seemed to be without danger, but it was too mysterious and ominous. There was a change in silence!

Zhao Jingxuan's face changed slightly, and he was also shocked by this scene and was very frightened.

"Since there is no way out, keep moving forward!"

The old clam gritted his teeth, and his expression was full of ruthlessness, "The great way is fifty, the heavens are forty-nine, the only unknown way we take, and the only way to escape from difficulties, and there must be a way to escape!"

"That's all."

Lin Xun took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

As they continued to move forward, Lin Xun began to observe carefully. Sure enough, when they walked forward not long ago, the road behind them would fall into darkness.

The feeling was like an invisible big hand, silently erasing the road behind him, an indescribable mystery.

The only thing that is, they have not encountered any danger until now.

Of course, if they did not have the mysterious hilt in the old haunt's hand along the way, the corpses of the saints would definitely make them unable to move forward!

Because the aura of those corpses is too strong, terrifying, people suspect that they can kill everything.

How terrifying should such characters be when they are alive? They have been dead for so long, but the aura they left behind is still so terrifying. It is really outrageously strong.

“There is a door!”

Suddenly, the old clam screamed in surprise, realizing that they had reached the end of the corridor.

There is indeed a closed stone door here. The stone door is arched and full of ancient charm, filled with the ancient vicissitudes that come to your face.

In front of the stone gate, there was a corpse of a saint, a monk in white. He sat cross-legged on the side of the stone gate, bent his waist and looked down at the ground, and touched the ground with his right index finger.

On that ground, he used his fingertips to portray a sentence—

"The cause comes from fate, but fate is destroyed here. If the time is not right, I will only be able to do anything!"
Chapter completed!