In the dark hall, there are 108 candles scattered. The blue flames are swaying slowly, and an indescribable strange atmosphere fills the hall.

    Approaching along the passage, xuehanshan looks at the middle of the hall, like a sculpture like figure, with a flash of eyes.

    On the back of this figure, there are nine black Python like long objects.

    Although he died for many years, the black Python''s ferocious eyes are still frightening.

    Demon leader.

    Tusk!

    "Let''s go." Hell grinned.

    "Be careful not to damage the source."

    As soon as his fingertips turned, a silver knife swung out. Xuehanshan held the handle of the knife and walked slowly towards Liao''s body. Next to him, ghost hell opened a jar.

    The jar is full of colorful liquid.

    The blood of tens of thousands of spirit animals.

    Outside the tomb of the emperor.

    "It''s finished at last."

    After wiping the sweat on his forehead, Xiao Yang stepped on the soles of his feet, flew up from the mountain and flashed into the burial Cave: "I hope these magic weapons can really be useful to those two guys."

    "Shua!"

    Blood cold shirt dancing silver knife, across a perfect arc.

    The dazzling blood, along the trajectory formed by the arc, flows from the remains of the tusks and drops into the earthen jar below. The sound is especially clear.

    "These two guys are really thinking about tusks."

    Hiding behind a statue, Xiao Yang''s eyes were slightly fixed, and suddenly rushed out. Six burning long guns shot straight down.

    "Two prospective emperors, I will take your life!"

    Eight high-level magic weapons, heaven and earth fire from the gun!

    "Eight pieces of magic weapon?"

    The faces of xuehanshan and guiyanluo changed slightly. A huge bloody mandala and its arms wrapped in black air stood in front of them and attacked the muskets like ghosts.

    With a bang, the firearm broke.

    The two spirit beasts took several steps back.

    "Boy, you have a lot of courage to attack us."

    Putting away the earthen jar, ghost hell showed a grim smile: "but this level of magic weapon can only scratch us, night devil, let him see what is the real power."

    "Ho!"

    The sharp howl comes out, the night devil''s right arm shakes, a sharp blade like a guillotine comes out, and long cracks emerge in the space.

    Dexterity, no edge at night!

    "Blood eating Datura, blood eating forest!" Blood cold clothes look cold.

    As soon as the blood rattan is pulled in front, countless blood flowers covered with serrations appear on top of Datura. Then, these blood flowers rotate at high speed and roar to Xiao Yang.

    There was no mercy.

    It''s emperor level spirit skill.

    "This kind of attack, even the emperor would not dare to resist. Fortunately, in addition to the fire of heaven and earth, I still have a backhand."

    His hands quickly sealed. In the space where Xiao Yang was, holy flowers bloomed quietly: "nine magic weapons, ten lotus boats!"

    Ten boat lotus is a medium-sized artifact of nine grades. Its refining method has been lost in the mainland for a long time.

    Only in the hands of master Mo, there is a map.

    "This boy, how can he refine ten boat lotus?"

    Looking at each other, the ease in the eyes of ghost hell and blood cold shirt turned into shock. Xiao Yang pointed a little, and the two holy flowers rushed down.

    "Bang!"

    The surging energy turns into ripples.

    Night devil and blood eat Mandala, can''t help retreating.

    "Got in the way?"

    Without any emotion in his eyes, Xiao Yang''s fingers flicked, and the remaining eight holy flowers, emitting terrible energy, rushed down again.

    "No, I can''t stop it!"

    Blood cold shirt and ghost Yanluo eye pupil contraction.

    The next moment.

    There was a huge sound like thunder. The mighty wind of spiritual power was rampant. The green flame of 108 candles kept shaking.

    Night devil and blood eat Mandala''s body, fragmented.

    The remaining four incomplete giant flowers roared away to the blood cold shirt and the night demon.

    "No!"

    In his eyes, the giant flower magnified quickly, and the blood cold shirt and ghost hell were shocked. They were annihilated in the burst energy of the giant flower.

    "Jingle!"

    The simple earthen jar fell on the floor and was picked up by Xiao Yang.

    "Strange." Xiao Yang frowned slightly.

    Although ghost hell and blood cold shirt are not as famous as their ancestors, their strength is solid. They thought there would be a fierce battle today, but it was too easy to end it.

    Just as he was about to open the jar, Xiao Yang''s face suddenly changed.

    His body, rapidly back.

    "Corpse worm?"

    Looking at an incomplete insect in the crevice of the ground, Xiao Yang''s face was awe inspiring, and the water spirit spread to the wing of the king of ichthyosaur, which made his speed reach the extreme.Corpse insects, void level spirit beasts, live in cemeteries all the year round. When their number reaches a certain level, as long as they drip the blood of the corresponding spirit masters, they can form the appearance of each other.

    Not only the breath, but also the strength and manner of speaking can be imitated incisively and vividly.

    The blood cold shirt and ghost hell just now are not real bodies!

    "No wonder there''s something wrong with it all the time!" Xiao Yang clenched his teeth, his hands sealed again, and holy flowers surrounded him.

    Double ten boat Lotus!

    "Ha ha, you really have some ability to detect it in such a short time."

    The two statues at the exit of the main hall split, revealing the figures of the bloody cold shirt and the ghost hell. They looked at Xiao Yang flying upside down, and their eyes were full of banter.

    "Lu Yunxuan''s breath, is it your ghost?" Xiao Yang stops and stares at them coldly.

    "Not bad." Xuehanshan nodded with a smile.

    "I''m not an important role for you. What do you want to do?" Yan Han''s right hand was hidden behind the sword.

    "I''ll tell you what I want to do."

    Xuehanshan took out a compass and said with a smile: "however, you are so dishonest, it is difficult for me to talk with you at ease, so I decided to catch you first."

    "Whew!"

    Eight sharp lightsabers disappeared.

    Xiao Yang''s heart suddenly trembled.

    Reiki, gone?

    How!

    "This burial compass controls the whole burial cave. Without it, we would not be able to get here if we only depended on the two prospective emperors." Xuehanshan said with a smile.

    "What''s the relationship between the blood hidden clan, the ghost clan and the tomb cave?" Xiao Yang is extremely alert.

    The burial grottoes were made by the original Nine Emperors in order to prevent people from entering and touching the remains of the tusks. Moreover, they never made such things as the burial compass.

    How can there be a blood cold shirt!

    "You have too many questions."

    Biting the fingertip, xuehanshan bit the compass and said with a smile, "Xiao Yang, when you were practicing wanlingjue, you had already become a thorn in our eye. Now you are picking xingqiong flowers. Today, you can''t stay!"

    Blood cold shirt voice down, a seat of dark tombstone flash, suppression and down.

    "Dong! Dong! Dong

    Xiao Yang, who lost his spiritual power, was immediately trapped.

    "Next, let me play a game with you."

    The smile in his eyes appeared, and the array plate in the hands of xuehanshan lit up a strange light: "tomb, coffin, together!"

    "Bang!"

    The tombstone was closed to form a coffin, in which Xiao Yang was shut.

    "Wow!"

    The dark chain extends from all directions, winding the coffin, and the blood cold shirt jumps up and falls on the top of the coffin.

    "Boy, enjoy it."