The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The two had been there for a while, but they didn't make a move immediately because they wanted to see what Qin Changye was up to.

"Although you have a good eye and like to tell the truth, there's nothing we can do. We have received orders from our master to kill you."

Hei Shi's goldfish eyes darted around, and a hint of gratitude for being recognized flashed across them.

"However, we can give you a quick death."

Beside him, Hei Shiyi raised his eyebrows, also showing a look of regret. There aren't many people in this world who can appreciate his looks.

Qin Changye looked at the two of them and asked calmly, "Who is your master?"

There are just too many people who want him dead.

"One of the most basic principles for a suicide squad member is to never reveal the name of their master."

Hei Shi's tone was resolute, but he quickly changed his tone: "However, you're practically dead anyway, so telling you won't hurt!"

He puffed out his chest, his tone filled with undisguised admiration: "Listen carefully, our master is the most powerful and benevolent sixth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

It's the sixth prince again?

Qin Changye's eyes flashed with killing intent.

Without further ado, the battle begins.

Hei Shi and Hei Shiyi were both at the peak of the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm. As assassins, they used killing techniques.

"We can kill them!"

"But it will take some effort."

Qin Changye quickly made a judgment in his mind.

As they were about to enter the inner perimeter, Qin Changye didn't want to waste any time or energy.

Moreover, if you want to do something well, you must first have the right tools.

Why not enter the inner circle first, find the other half of the ink sword, combine the two into one, and then come out to kill them instantly?

With this in mind, Qin Changye stopped fighting and stepped directly into the third stone door.

The inscriptions on the stone gate lit up, and this time the light was very soft. It did not harm Qin Changye, but only submerged his body.

"Damn it, they actually let him into the inner circle!"

Hei Shi was filled with frustration. Although entering the inner circle meant certain death, they still felt they had failed in their mission because they hadn't been able to personally take Qin Changye's head.

Of course, they wouldn't be so stubborn as to follow into the inner perimeter and die.

"We'll wait here. If he doesn't come out before the teleportation tomorrow, then he's definitely dead inside, and we can give our master an explanation."

Hei Shiyi paused for a moment before speaking.

On the other side, the moment he stepped into the inner circle, Qin Changye lit up the half of the ink sword he was holding.

It was like a beacon, illuminating the darkness within and guiding Qin Changye in one direction.

The inner and outer areas are like two different worlds.

It's so quiet here!

There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, and no roar of spirit beasts; only a vast expanse of deathly silence pressed down from above.

Even Qin Changye's own footsteps sounded particularly jarring.

The darkness was filled with a chilling aura of death; any normal person who entered would be instantly swallowed up, assimilated, and reduced to a walking corpse.

This is probably why the "Ten Thousand Weapons Diagram" has a 100% chance of survival.

Qin Changye moved freely within it, thanks not only to his pure Yang immortal body, which surpassed that of the mortal realm, but also to the light emanating from the half-ink sword in his hand.

These lights, besides providing illumination, can also burn away the deathly aura that comes towards us.

buzzing...

Suddenly, the broken ink sword in Qin Changye's hand began to emit a series of sword cries.

The sword body leaned forward impatiently, as if trying to break free from Qin Changye's right hand.

Qin Changye stopped and looked up.

Ahead was a wide open space, with the other half of the ink sword hanging in the center.

The sword was as black as ink, and the broken part perfectly matched the half in his hand, even the smallest gap was seamless.

However, the sword was bound by seven black chains as thick as an arm, and the other end of each chain was tied to one of the seven stone coffins.

These seven stone coffins, each a different color, are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. Each coffin is over ten feet long and covered with densely packed yellow talismans.

The scene was indescribably eerie.

Qin Changye, accustomed to all kinds of storms, ignored the seven stone coffins and walked straight towards the broken ink sword.

boom!boom!boom……

The sound of knocking on the coffin lid began to emanate from the innermost part of the red stone coffin closest to Qin Changye, growing increasingly rapid.

"You're playing tricks, come out here!"

Qin Changye looked at the red stone coffin, which seemed to contain the aura of life, or more accurately, the aura of a soul.

Splash...

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing all the countless yellow talismans on the red stone coffin to flutter.

The coffin lid was slowly slid open.

A faint, red, remnant soul floated out of the coffin.

She was dressed in blood-red, with long, flowing hair and an extremely beautiful face.

On her snow-white neck, there was a deep, bone-revealing ligature mark, and her toes were three inches off the ground as she floated toward Qin Changye.

This is... a red-clad hanged ghost!

"A living person, can you see me?"

Seeing Qin Changye staring intently at him, the red-clothed hanged ghost seemed somewhat surprised.

Qin Changye nodded.

The red-clad hanged ghost instantly became interested. She tilted her head slightly, her red lips curving into an eerie smile: "So, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Qin Changye glanced at her: "Her face is alright, but her figure is just average."

The smile on the red-clad hanged ghost's face froze instantly.

She looked down at her flat chest, then looked up again, her pale face filled with undisguised shame and indignation: "Living person, your answer displeases me greatly. Kneel down now, and perhaps I can let you die more comfortably."

Qin Changye gently shook his head: "A ghost of your level is not qualified to use the word 'kneel' with me."

The red-clad hanged ghost frowned deeply. With a flick of her wrist, a jet-black soul rope appeared out of thin air.

With a sudden flick, the soul rope flew towards Qin Changye's neck like a venomous snake.

Qin Changye remained completely unperturbed, not even bothering to dodge.

He possesses the soul of an emperor, capable of suppressing ancient souls; the soul rope of a mere hanged ghost is not even enough to tickle him.

Sure enough, when the soul rope precisely wrapped around Qin Changye's neck, no matter how hard the red-clothed hanged ghost exerted its strength, it could not budge him in the slightest.

"Didn't you eat?"

Qin Changye didn't hold back his sarcasm, casually flipping the red-clad hanged ghost to the ground and looking down at her condescendingly: "Do you submit?"

The red-clad hanged ghost was terrified, but still stubbornly insisted, "I refuse to accept this!"

"I have a bad temper. If you can't convince me with words, then I'll just have to beat you into submission!"

Qin Changye flipped the red-clothed hanged ghost over and slapped her hard across the face, right where her buttocks were sticking out.

At first, the red-clothed hanged ghost resisted desperately.

The more she resisted, the more forcefully Qin Changye's slaps landed.

"Clothes!"

Finally, the red-clad hanged ghost spoke up in humiliation.

"Say it completely."

Qin Changye's slaps did not stop.

"I admit defeat!"

The red-clad hanged ghost bit his lip, his voice filled with even greater humiliation.

"If you had done this earlier, you would have gotten far fewer slaps."

Qin Changye finally withdrew his right hand.

He didn't kill the red-clothed hanged ghost, not because he couldn't bear to, but because he still had some questions about the Ink Sword that he needed to ask her.

bang bang bang...

Before Qin Changye could ask a question, the sound of knocking on the coffin lids simultaneously rang out from inside the other six stone coffins.

Immediately afterwards, the coffin lid was slashed open one after another, and six ghostly figures floated out.

A drowned ghost, soaking wet and with water droplets dripping from its hair.

A burning ghost with black smoke billowing from its body.

A starving ghost whose belly has shrunk to nothingness.

A poisonous ghost with purple lips.

A vengeful ghost with blood streaming from its eyes.

There was also a pitiful ghost, about seven or eight years old, hiding timidly behind the other ghosts, his big eyes blinking.