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Chapter 181 180. Ancient suspense, high-level competition (8.2K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
The entry of the regular army of the Black Armor Divine Army has changed the fate of the independent cultivators.

The voice of the monks soon came from above Ziwu Village.

“This place has been taken over by the Divine Tiger King. You, the independent cultivators, should do your best to dig up the ancient tomb!

If you can dig up the treasure, you will be rewarded handsomely!

If anyone escapes without permission, it means he has hidden the treasure and is escaping, and he should be killed!

When Wuxiang Tianzun arrives, you may have other opportunities!"

One word is enough to set the rules.

The name "Wuxiang Tianzun" also spread quickly.

Hearing these words and feeling this atmosphere, Song Yan looked into the distance of the dark night and felt that there was a golden god sitting on a luxurious flying chariot beside the clouds in the sky, as if the majestic emperor of heaven was coming from afar on an inspection tour.

The Lord of Heaven has not arrived yet, but the overwhelming sense of oppression has already submerged the place like a tide.

"Wuxiang Tianzun" is a god created by the ancient Wuxiang clan. This title of god was given to him, but he himself knows that he is not that kind of god at all.

The word "Tianzun" was taken from "Gu Shenjing". After all, the Tianzun recorded in "Gu Shenjing" and he have a little overlap in image, especially in the "power of thunder".

Sword, banner, thunder, he and Tianzun all have them.

Therefore, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan simply created more hype, saying that he was the "reincarnation of the Heavenly Lord" and that he had now joined the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and was known as the "Wuxiang Heavenly Lord."

At the same time, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan arranged a series of supporting measures, such as "promoting that the Heavenly Venerable has no form, so his appearance is vague" and "specially arranging some monks to help those who worship the Heavenly Venerable fulfill their wishes."

This comprehensive publicity campaign was obviously quite successful, but it was not enough.

Because the final image of "Wuxiang Tianzun" still needs Song Yan's strength to endorse it.

Song Yan was invincible, so his reputation was established. From now on, anyone who wanted to touch the members of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan would have to think carefully. If they were ruined, defeated, and unable to establish themselves, then the Wuxiang Ancient Clan would become a joke.

This is not the name of a person, but the name of a clan.

Before establishing this name, Ancestor Ning Xin had a conversation with him.

He agreed.

It's not because he is ambitious, but because he goes with the flow and returns the favor.

He is a person who attaches great importance to cause and effect, so if he receives benefits from others, he will definitely give back. Of course, in the process of giving back, he will still gain more benefits, which is good karma.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the air, followed by a shrill scream.

There were some independent cultivators who wanted to escape, but they were killed directly by the cultivators of the Black Armor Divine Army.

Blood spilled from mid-air, splattering everywhere. The corpse was torn to pieces like a sack full of holes and smashed to the ground. The face was unrecognizable. A fan-shaped black treasure was crushed to pieces and thrown aside, and its luster had all been lost.

"Killing the chicken to scare the monkey" is always effective.

After one person died, the impetuous atmosphere among the casual cultivators present was finally temporarily suppressed.

The door of the hut where Song Yan was was soon pushed open roughly.

A scolding voice came from outside: "Daoyou! Don't rest, dig the tomb quickly! The sooner you find the treasure, the sooner you can get the reward! You must go out in one stick of incense!!"

Immediately, the messenger slammed the door shut without caring whether anyone inside could hear him or not.

An Li asked: "What should we do?"

Song Yan said: "Get up and work."

"Work?" An Li was a little stunned. She thought Song Yan was going to take the opportunity to show up, take control of the situation, and then unite with the ancient tomb and the Night King ancient clan to first catch the demon and then declare sovereignty with his fists.

If it was in the past, she might still be worried about Song Yan, but now she has been infected by many rumors outside and feels that Song Yan is an unfathomable and terrifying existence. After all, Song Yan really killed the Great Elder of the Divine Infant a hundred years ago, negotiated with the two top demon tribes for a full month, and survived an unprecedented catastrophe.

She firmly believed that even if she died a thousand times or ten thousand times, nothing would happen to Song Yan, so she only needed to take care of herself and not let Song Yan worry about her.

"You've never worked before?" Song Yan said with a smile.

An Li put her hands on her hips and said, "Don't underestimate me."

Immediately, she asked in confusion: "But why don't we show up? Isn't there a demon here?"

Song Yan stroked her hair and whispered, "Don't trust anyone."

An Li suddenly said, "Actually, with you here, I just need to trust you and follow you."

Song Yan showed a bit of self-mockery on his face. He smiled faintly, and then said softly: "People like me clearly want to stay in one place and not go anywhere, but I am very self-aware. I know that I will be washed away by the waves of this world. Even the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will only be my temporary place of residence.

If I leave, you can't follow me, and you can't follow me. So, I hope you can grow up and stand on your own, so that we can have a chance to meet again. I like you in the past, you now, and I look forward to you in the future.

If you are in this world, no matter where I am, I will always feel that this empty world is not meaningless, because at least there is someone who will wait for me to return in this world. "

An Li lowered her head slightly, looking lonely, but then raised it again. She never said "why do we have to separate" because after learning about Song Yan's past, she deeply understood that her man might be entangled in extremely terrible karma. If the karma cannot be solved and the rules of heaven and earth cannot be ignored, then he will definitely be sent to an unknown place by the world.
She raised her hands slightly, held the corner of Song Yan's clothes, and whispered, "I will always wait for you."

Song Yan paused and said, "Let's go dig the grave!"

The two of them drew aside the curtain and walked into the house, where they met Jin Ming Zhenren and his wife.

Jin Ming Zhenren's face was full of bitterness, and he said, "I didn't expect the Black Armor Divine Army to arrive early. Now we can't leave even if we want to."

Ming Cai Zhenren beside him said: "Don't be discouraged. If the one who comes this time is really the Ancient Clan's Wu Xiang Tianzun, it may be our chance. Besides..."

She lowered her voice and said, "If there is a real treasure, who wouldn't give three treasures and two, and take half? Don't you think so, Xiaojiu Daoyou?"

An Li thought for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Mingcai, I think the water here is very deep. If there is a chance to escape, then escape. No matter how good the treasures and opportunities are, they are not as important as life."

Mingcai Zhenren smiled and whispered, "Xiaojiu Zhenren, you are here to gain experience, right? How can you return empty-handed after entering a treasure mountain? What if there is a chance?"

Jin Ming Zhenren nodded in agreement and said, "Let's go and dig the grave!"

The four of them walked out of the house.

The mysterious energy emanating from the corpse of the black crystal snake made all the cultivators feel refreshed.

The four of them took out the things they had dug up, found a piece of open space, and started digging.

The rumbling sound of digging was deafening.

Many of the hills around Ziwu Village have been demolished.

Song Yan and An Li were working with their faces towards the earth and their backs towards the sky. After being busy for most of the day, Master Mingcai actually took out a melon that was shrouded in cold mist.

The four of them cut the melon in half, took two halves each, and ate the flesh.

The melon is sweet and juicy and melts in your mouth.

The four of them wiped their sweat and chatted with each other, feeling somewhat like villagers taking a break from their busy work in the fields.

Zhenren Jin Ming smiled and said that this reminded him of the time before he became an immortal. At that time, he was barefoot in the paddy field helping his mother plant seedlings. There were loaches and small insects in the water from time to time, and the rustling sounds were intertwined. He felt nostalgic.

Song Yan said that his family was a butcher when he was a child. During the busy farming season, he often watched farmers coming and going on the distant road in front of the butcher shop, but he had never walked through the fields himself. Now he has fulfilled his wish.

Under Song Yan's encouraging gaze, An Li tried hard to make up a memory to fit in with the atmosphere at the time.

Ming Cai Zhenren smiled and patted his partner, saying, "Loaches, small insects, and water snakes are all fine. If we encounter anything here, I'm afraid it must be a monster."

The four of them burst into laughter, successfully finding joy in suffering.

Then, under the scolding of the supervisor of the Black Armor Divine Army, the four of them continued to work.

Thus, in an environment of efficient excavation, about a day and a night later, a soft light suddenly shot up into the sky dozens of miles north of Ziwu Village, illuminating the surroundings, and it was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Song Yan stopped and watched from a distance, but his spiritual sense had already been released.

Because of the King of Demons's treasure, his spiritual awareness is extremely powerful, the kind that he can detect others, but others cannot detect his detection.
The Divine Tiger King, who was sitting with his eyes closed to rest, suddenly moved and quickly appeared in the soft light rising into the sky. He raised his hand and grabbed a small bead like a night pearl.

'This is.'

He stared for a while, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then his heart started beating wildly.

As a local overlord, there are very few things that can move him.

This time, he came here to please Wuxiang Tianzun. After all, in his opinion, it didn't matter what treasures there were here. There were only a few treasures, and the best evil treasures were all in the Soul Threshold. No matter how good the outside world was, what could it have?
But this time, the Tiger King had to admit that he was wrong, very wrong.

After just a brief exploration of the bead, he already realized its function: to improve one's understanding!!

It’s not an improvement of one or two times, but an improvement of dozens of times!

Just by grasping it and absorbing a little of its brilliance, he vaguely felt that some of the bottlenecks in his magic were slightly loosened, and vague inspiration was emerging.

'How could such a treasure exist in the world?'

The tiger king's eyes showed greed. He quickly put away the pearl and said, "Well done. This treasure counts as 100 contribution points!" Then go to Dian Kang to exchange it. Treasures, skills, and black crystals are all fine!"

Then he returned to the original place, took out the bead again, and touched it lovingly.

The supervisor of the Black Armor Divine Army shouted, "Why don't you keep digging? The more you dig, the more rewards you will get!"

The Divine Tiger King took a deep breath, and a strange look of consideration flashed in his eyes.

But then he shook his head.

Although this bead is precious, his loyalty to Wuxiang Tianzun is obvious to all. He grew up in the territory of the Wuxiang ancient clan, so naturally he is loyal to the true "lord" of this land.

Not long after, a soft light appeared again in the distance.

The Tiger King hurried over and took a look. Wow! Two beads!
He just felt his mouth dry, then he took the bead in his hand and pretended to be calm while continuing to urge the cultivator to dig.

When he sat back down, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Loyalty is nothing! Can it be eaten? These three beads that improve my understanding may really help me practice! Do I really have to hand them over to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan?"

Just as the Divine Tiger King was hesitating, a faint voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

"The Wuxiang Ancient Clan doesn't have enough for themselves, so how can they give it to you?"

"Who?!"

The Tiger King was almost furious. He turned his head suddenly and found that a mysterious man in a black robe had appeared beside him without him noticing.

The figure of the man in black robe was like a ghost, blending deeply into the darkness, so that it was difficult to distinguish his figure even when he was close. However, his eyes were like gems inlaid in the night, emitting a gleam of light and staring at him quietly.

The Divine Tiger King took a quick look and asked cautiously, "Ancient Night King Clan?"

The mysterious man in black robe said: "I am the elder of the ancient Night King clan, Ye Congfeng."

The Tiger King hurriedly stood up and saluted.

He was just a local overlord, and his status was still a little inferior to that of this "ancient tribe from a neighboring country". And this time it was not just because of his status, but also because of what Ye Congfeng said.

The Divine Tiger King snorted coldly and said, "Even though we are an ancient clan, I am from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and this Lu Kingdom is also the territory of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Elder Congfeng may have crossed the line, right?"

Ye Congfeng didn't respond at all, just hummed and laughed.

The Divine Tiger King coughed and said, "The Wuxiang Ancient Clan clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Since I have made great contributions this time, they will definitely give me some of the pearls."

"That's right." Ye Congfeng took over the topic and said with a smile, "Let's not beat around the bush. You should know best in your heart whether the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will share with you.

Even if you divide it, out of a hundred beads, you only get one, are you willing?"

The Divine Tiger King narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What does Elder Congfeng mean?"

Ye Congfeng said: "It's easy. Just betray the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and we will divide the treasures here."

"Where will Elder Congfeng put me? This is impossible!" The Divine Tiger King snorted angrily. He was not stupid. Even if he divided the treasure, he had to live to use it.

Ye Congfeng smiled and said, "Don't rush to refuse."

After that, he raised his voice and said respectfully: "Brother Ying Hai, please come out and see me."

As soon as the words fell, the entire sky suddenly turned cold, and a powerful sense of oppression mixed with blood and mysterious energy fell from the sky and shot out from the distant mountain top without concealing its identity at all.

The dragon pulls the chariot, the black crystal flies the chariot.
The curtain of the chariot was slightly lifted, revealing the man's sickly pale face. He glared into the distance with eyes as sharp as piercing rays, causing the Divine Tiger King to lower his head hastily, not daring to look him in the face.

As soon as the Divine Tiger King lowered his head, his hands and feet began to tremble, and he murmured, "The Ancient Dragon Tomb Clan."

The Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan is the leader of the ancient clans and also the overlord.

Long Yinghai looked down at the land and said calmly, "Lu is just a wild and ownerless land. A few days ago, Xijue State occupied this place. Everyone knows the purpose.

However, I do not admit that Lu is still a land without a master.

Divine Tiger King, do you have any objections?"

The Tiger King remained silent.

At this moment, a thought came into his mind.

Long Yinghai said, "Dig first. If you dig a lot, you can come back with me to the territory of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan. Although my Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan does not care about the affairs on the surface, I promise to give you a good piece of land and share some of the treasures here with you.

As for Wuxiang Tianzun, don't worry, he is just a young man who has just entered the late stage of Purple Mansion.

If you have some treasures on you, you think you are great.

You first pretend to argue with me on the behalf of the interests of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and when that happens, and conflicts ensue, I will tear this false god created by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan off the altar.

What kind of dog dares to call himself a master? This matter is decided by the elders of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan. You can do it. I will remember your merits.

When that shitty Wuxiang Tianzun is nothing, you naturally won’t need to be afraid of him anymore.”

The Tiger King was stunned, feeling both happy and bitter. With just one sentence from Long Yinghai, he already understood that he was involved in the battle for the "Ancient Clan Overlord". In the past, he would have refused, but now he also coveted the mysterious gem.

After a moment's thought, the Tiger King replied, "I hope Lord Long will keep his word."

Long Yinghai said, "It's just a small matter. I won't ruin the reputation of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan."

The Divine Tiger King let out a long sigh, then said sternly: "Lu State is obviously the land of the ancient Wuxiang clan. Lord Long is overreaching! The old man Wuxiang Tianzun will be here soon. Has Lord Long thought about the result?" Long Yinghai snorted coldly.

The Tiger King raised his hand and said forcefully, "Keep digging!"

The casual cultivators who were ready to watch the show hurriedly lowered their heads and continued digging.

An Li looked at Song Yan and blinked, but before she could say anything, Song Yan had already transmitted his thoughts in advance: "Are you trying to say that the Divine Tiger King is quite loyal? Oh, he has already betrayed, otherwise how could he have the courage to talk to Long Yinghai like that? As for the purpose, it should be to destroy the signboard and divide the treasure."

An Li:.
After another three days and three nights of excavation, the search area has expanded to a hundred miles around Ziwu Village.

And on this very morning, when the golden light of the morning glow penetrated through the tree branches and fell, a ray of extremely rich light shot up into the sky.

The light expanded rapidly, soon growing from a line to the thickness of a finger, and then to the thickness of a water tank, accompanied by a "cracking" sound of falling to the ground.

The precious light shot up into the sky, and even the morning sun could not compete with it.

The Divine Tiger King and Ye Congfeng looked at each other and pounced on him almost at the same time.

But Long Yinghai was faster than them. This strong man from the ancient Dragon Tomb clan had already lifted the curtain and landed, stopping in front of a hole in the ground.

This hole was discovered at the base of a mountain after a peak had been dug away.
At this moment, the hole looked like the pupil of a god, shining brightly.

The independent cultivators couldn't help but gather around.

Zhenren Jinming and Zhenren Mingcai also had strange eyes and wanted to move forward quickly.

But before Jin Mingzhen took two steps, Song Yan grabbed his sleeve.

Master Jin Ming tilted his head.

Song Yan whispered, "Don't go. If there is anything unusual, run."

Jin Ming Zhenren's expression relaxed, but Ming Cai Zhenren's eyes were full of greed as he said, "This is such a big treasure light, even if some soup leaks out, it will be enough for us to drink. Go! Why not go?"

Song Yan patted Master Jin Ming’s shoulder deeply.

Jin Ming Zhenren said softly: "Daoist Jian Huangzi, do you know something?"

Song Yan nodded slightly.

Of course he knew that there was a great treasure in the cave, and he also smelled the breath of the devil.

The devil is like a spider. It has woven its web and is waiting for people to enter.

He has to go up and assist.

Otherwise, with the vigilance of Long Yinghai and his group, the mysterious demon might not succeed.

Jin Ming Zhenren said in a deep voice: "What is that?"

Song Yan said: "If you, Daoist Fellow Jin Ming, believe in me, then listen to me."

Master Mingcai was about to say something, but Master Jinming pulled him back and said, "Daoyou Jianhuangzi is a sword cultivator, trust him! If there is chaos, it will be easy to escape here. If there are treasures, you may not be able to grab anything if you go too close."

Master Mingcai had no choice but to nod.

Song Yan glanced at An Li and said, "You should keep it too. Act according to circumstances and protect yourself first."

An Li nodded and said with concern: "Be careful."

Around Ziwu Village, on the dilapidated wasteland, small circles were communicating with each other. However, the majority of people were heading towards Baoguang, and those who got closer to it, and only a small number of people remained where they were.

At this moment, the increasingly diffused golden light suddenly began to show an old gray tone, and then a ray of black light broke through the air and formed an ethereal statue in the air.

As the statue appeared, a terrifying pressure rumbled and crushed everyone.

All the monks felt their legs go weak and they knelt down subconsciously. In an instant, they were all kneeling.

Even the Divine Tiger King was horrified and fell to his knees.

An Li is no exception.

But when little Anli's knees were about to touch the ground, they were slowly supported by a soft force. She came to her senses and turned her head to see Song Yan's face.

“Don’t kneel!” Song Yan knelt down seriously, but he used his strength to hold her up, preventing her from kneeling down, and at the same time, he said in his mind, “You can kneel for your own goals and ambitions, but don’t be scared to kneel down for such a ghost thing. Once you kneel down, you may kneel out your inner demons, so keep your mind and don’t be afraid.”

He slowly released his strength.

Little An Li hunched over and half-crouched, and at the same time she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she transmitted her voice: "Then why did you kneel so simply?"

Song Yanchuan said, "I didn't kneel. I just made a gesture to blend in with the atmosphere. I was blending in, and you were surrendering in fear. It's the same action, but it's completely different."

Little An Li suddenly realized, then she knelt down as well, and said in a voice transmission: "I am kneeling with you! I am not afraid of it! I am just following your lead!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "That's right."

The pressure only lasted for a few breaths before disappearing.

Everyone stood up in a hurry.

Song Yan winked and then quickly moved forward.

The collapse of the ground became more and more obvious, with large chunks of rock falling down, causing a rumbling echo.

All the scenes inside were also presented to everyone.

This is a large ancient tomb bathed in light mist.

A statue of a god holding a sword and standing on black clouds appeared in front of everyone without any cover on an underground shrine.

The might that just rose into the sky obviously came from this statue.

The Tiger King's eyes widened, and he asked in shock: "Why is Wuxiang Tianzun here?!"

Ye Congyun sneered and said, "What Wuxiang Tianzun? This is probably the real ancient statue of Tianzun. I didn't expect that the ancient statue worshiped by the mortal world would appear in the ancient tomb. Tsk tsk, it's quite interesting."

After that, he murmured, "It seems that the idiot Tang Han is not blessed with the treasure here. No wonder, his Wuxiang Ancient Clan wants to build momentum and move slowly. How can it compare to our quickness?"

As the ancient Night King clan elder spoke, he secretly paid attention to Long Yinghai.

Long Yinghai's pupils also shrank, showing that he had been digging tombs for a long time, but had never seen such a thing. He hurriedly took a step forward, but suddenly stopped and looked down at the dim light. His spiritual sense could not detect it, and a bit of vigilance appeared on his pale face, so he began to scan the surroundings, looking for cannon fodder candidates.

In the darkness at the corners of the ancient tomb, a pair of ferocious pupils like those of a bird of prey were faintly visible, revealing a bit of anxiety, which was the anxiety of a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait, but the prey stopped at the edge of the trap.

The air was quiet and dead.

The group of casual cultivators seemed to sense something and slowly retreated.

At this time, a fearless figure went upstream, leaned forward and looked, and said in surprise: "Isn't this the statue of Tianzun? There won't be more treasures in it?"

The figure lowered his head after saying this, and the pair of bewitching red lips hid in the shadows.

But the words made everyone's heart burn with passion.

Everyone was thinking that there was a treasure inside, and this sentence just helped them confirm it, but it also made them even more excited.

In the ancient tomb, the raptor-like pupils were stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

Long Yinghai also laughed.

He had seen stupid things, but he had never seen anything as stupid as this.

Is this the chosen cannon fodder?

"you."

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the figure, and ordered without question: "Since you mentioned the treasure, go down and take a look."

The figure suddenly panicked and waved his hands hastily, "I, I."

The Tiger King said in a deep voice: "Boy, go down, this is a great opportunity."

The figure sighed helplessly, then gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

The Tiger King snorted coldly: "Don't even think about escaping."

The figure then reluctantly took out his flying sword and went down carefully.

He descended cautiously, little by little. When he reached mid-air, his cold gaze met the vicious gaze in the distance. When they confirmed each other's looks, both showed expressions of teasing and joy.

When he completely entered the light fog, Song Yan could see the appearance of the demon clearly.

The young man, wearing the robe of a casual cultivator, had red lips and white teeth. His age was unknown and his realm should be similar to his. As for what kind of demon he was, he couldn't recognize it, but it was definitely not the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

This made him feel a chill in his heart, as he thought of the demon monk's devouring of life, the demon mother's sacrifice of magic fire, and this one more, these demons really exist to harvest lives.

Being able to appear in such a place and set traps in advance, this demon is extremely hidden. In the past, he probably had his own social circle and even a reputation and status, but in fact, he is a demon.

As his thoughts were flowing, Song Yan's feet had already landed on the ground. He waved his hands upwards and shouted, "My lords, if there is any danger, please lend a hand."

The Divine Tiger King responded: "I will naturally take action, you quickly investigate."

After hearing the response, Song Yan felt relieved after confirming that the light fog could only block the detection of spiritual consciousness but not the sound.

He looked up at the statue of the Heavenly Lord, his eyes fell on the black wind at the feet of the Heavenly Lord, and his expression slightly froze.

In fact, he had some knowledge of the ancient statue of Tianzun in the mortal world, but the ancient statue of Tianzun in the mortal world was not as clear as this real ancient statue.

At this moment, he could clearly see the composition of the black wind.

"Is this the Bilan two-headed insect?"

"If the two-headed Virupaksha has only appeared once in this world, then this Black Wind is Virupaksha?"

"Vilanpo said that the King of Tigers was deliberately cultivated by someone to make special evil treasures. If this Black Wind is really Vilanpo, then the person who made the King of Tigers' evil treasures is..."

He stared at the lifeless statue of the Heavenly Lord, his eyes showing a bit of thought, and a sudden thought suddenly broke into his mind: Am I the reincarnation of the Heavenly Lord? Otherwise, why do we look so similar? Even the treasure of the Heavenly Lord fell into my hands?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Song Yan suddenly became suspicious, and a seed of uneasiness was planted in his flawless heart.

If he is the reincarnation of Tianzun? If he has other memories, what is the meaning of his existence?
The next moment, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, suppressed the thought, and quickly searched for the treasure. He couldn't let the Divine Tiger King send anyone down again.

However, this light fog had a strange isolating effect, which prevented him from performing his operations here.

Is there really a treasure here?

He looked into the darkness.

In the darkness, the fierce eyes turned in a certain direction again and again. After turning many times, the frequency of turning became more and more rapid, as if the demon boy wanted to jump out and tell him "Over there, my bait is over there, go and have a look"!
Song Yan walked in that direction and saw that it was also a statue, but there were cracks on the head of the statue.

He thought about it and raised his hand to move.

The head of the statue slid open with a hissing sound, and in an instant a dazzling light shot up into the sky.

The interior of the statue was actually made of "the beads that can enhance enlightenment"! !

Song Yan's pupils constricted.

The existence of this statue shows that the ancient monks in ancient times were indeed dozens or even hundreds of times more intelligent than the monks today. The ancient monks were able to practice spells that the monks today could not!
Therefore, after he practiced "One Step into the Sky", he showed the words of Ancient Crimson Palace Realm. And such a realm was actually common in the ancient times! ?
So, why did such an era die?

In the darkness, Song Yan didn't have time to think about it. He moved his lips and uttered a devilish voice: "This statue is full of beads! Whoever can get it will have no obstacles on his path to cultivation! "

The devilish sound spread, instantly breaking through the defenses of all the cultivators.

Greed is infinitely expanded and then becomes blind.

"mine!"

"be mine!!"

Led by Long Yinghai, a group of monks rushed into the cave frantically.

Song Yan ran away in a hurry, his figure flashed and hid in the shadows. He came to the side of the demon boy and raised his head as a courtesy.

The demon boy also smiled, showing his oval-shaped teeth, and his lips were moist and red.

And just when Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, Shenhu Wang and some masters fell in or approached, the demon boy suddenly let out an undisguised sinister laugh, then stood up and raised his hands.

The strange, ancient gray tone suddenly rose and turned into a black vortex!
This is exactly the black aura that formed the ethereal statue before, except that it is no longer disguised at all!

The atmosphere was not only ancient, but also full of desolation and death, like layer upon layer of black insect corpses, like mottled ink, black soil in a grave, and the black eyes of evil spirits. This was an absolute dead atmosphere.

Song Yan had actually seen this kind of deathly aura before.

He had seen it on the corpse monster in the underworld!

"The underworld, the sacrificial array!"

The young demon showed a sinister smile, and with the power of his ten fingers, the black gas turned into a big funnel and a big whirlpool, sucking in all the wandering cultivators who approached this place.

Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, Shenhu Wang and others were all stunned. They tried to break free, but their strength was not enough to break the shield of the underworld sacrificial array!
More and more independent cultivators were pulled in from outside, screaming.

Master Mingcai, who had originally wanted to get closer, looked at the scene in the distance in horror, then hurriedly bowed to An Li, turned around and fled with his Taoist partner.

An Li also stepped back and hid for a while, thinking about meeting Song Yan.

"bring it on!"

"bring it on!"

"Become my nourishment!"

As more and more people entered the formation, the demon boy opened his rosy mouth, which grew bigger and turned into a bloody mouth. He covered the formation shield and began to devour life in the horrified eyes of the cultivators.

However, although this demon boy was devouring the cultivator, his ferocious eyes were staring straight at his side, and his eyes met with Song Yan, who was smiling harmlessly beside him.

(End of this chapter)