The stairs were dark and inclined downward. I didn''t know where to go.

    It is not very wide, about two meters. It is dark on both sides. Below it is empty, like a bottomless abyss.

    There is some gloom here. There is no wind blowing in, but it makes people feel that there is a cold air drilling into the crack of the bone, which can''t help but produce a chill.

    You are innocent and have true pupils at the beginning of the year. You can see the road under your feet, but you can''t see the dark abyss on both sides. You don''t know how deep it is below.

    The ladder is made of sapphire stone. It is stained with mottled blood. It has dried up after a long time.

    It took them a long time to reach the end of the ladder.

    In front is a huge stone wall, which cuts across the front. There is a stone gate on the stone wall, which is open.

    The stone gate is covered with thick dust, but some of the dust has fallen off. You can see the dark red blood on it.

    Obviously, the people who entered here first pushed open the stone gate and shook down the dust.

    Through the stone gate, you come to a long corridor. At intervals on the stone walls on both sides, there is a long light, but the light is very weak, which makes the light in the channel very dim.

    "The evil spirit here is so heavy..."

    Jun Wuxie looked deep into the corridor. Because the corridor was not straight, he couldn''t see far, but he saw the bones.

    In front, there are rotten bones lying on the ground. Some of them are broken, not trampled on. It is clear that the mouth was broken by violence before death, and some were cut off by sharp weapons.

    Blood stains coagulated around the bones.

    Some bones can also be seen under the walls on both sides of the corridor. Sitting on the wall with his feet bent, he can see that he was struggling before he died, holding the rotten weapons stabbed into his chest with his hands.

    "There have been fierce battles here... No... it should be more like a massacre..."

    Ling Qingyu infers what happened that year according to the posture of the bones here.

    "Hall of ten thousand dharmas..."

    Jun Wuxie stopped in front of the bones, observed carefully, and fell into deep thought.

    Although these bones have been dead for a long time and have long been weathered, there is still a special smell in their bones.

    This kind of breath was very faint, but he was still aware of it.

    They continued along the deep corridor, with too many bones along the way.

    These bones all have one thing in common, that is, there is a special smell left in them.

    "If the hall of ten thousand dharmas is a force or organization, these dead bones are likely to be the people of the hall of ten thousand dharmas..."

    Jun Wuye made such an analysis and guess according to what he saw all the way, because the breath in the skeleton was suspected to be left by practicing the same method.

    Ling Qingyu in his arms smelled the speech, and his beautiful face showed a little color of thinking.

    "Is it that force?"

    Ling Qingyu seemed to think of something and said: "It is said that in a very long time, there was an extremely mysterious force in the world - the holy land of ten thousand dharmas! This holy land was very special in the cultivation world at that time. Few of them walked in the world, never recruited disciples, and only invited people who were destined to practice. It is said that they collected all kinds of dharmas in the world and wanted to integrate all dharmas into one furnace..."

    "Do you mean that the temple of ten thousand dharmas may be the temple of the holy land of ten thousand dharmas?"

    Ling Qingyu was not sure and said, "I just speculated that the holy land of ten thousand dharmas disappeared at the end of the chaotic ancient era, and there was no news of them in the world. But according to the legend, the holy land of ten thousand dharmas is extremely powerful and unpredictable, so it should not fall to such a point..."

    "Nothing is impossible..." Jun Wuye sighed and said: "Now it seems that this is really the palace left by the holy land of all dharmas. There is no eternal inheritance in the world. Years are ruthless, the torrent of the world is cruel and dark, and the heavens have never been really calm. Since ancient times, too many powerful sects have been annihilated in the years. No matter how bright, it is just a wave of the times in the long river of years..."

    "If this is really the palace left by the holy land of ten thousand dharmas, combined with the clay statues we saw in the hall and the inscriptions on the hall wall, this corridor may lead to their book collection..."

    Ling Qingyu''s voice trembled slightly.

    Jun Wuye could feel that her mood seemed to have some compulsive excitement.

    "Blue, go!"

    Jun Wuxie naturally knows what this means.

    The holy land of ten thousand dharmas once claimed that it wanted to integrate all dharmas into one furnace, collecting too many cultivation methods in the world.

    It can be said that the holy land of ten thousand dharmas is simply a profound summary of scriptures!

    If the laws they collected were still there, it would be a valuable asset.

    By understanding different dharmas, practitioners can broaden their horizons and improve their understanding of the Dharma of practice.

    The cultivation methods and skills of Jun Wuxie are peerless, and the grade is very high.

    He has the existence of Ye Qingxue to teach his cultivation experience. He can also ask his ancestors for their cultivation experience, but their cultivation experience is too deep.

    That kind of profound experience and understanding can make him quickly step into the threshold of Dharma and secret arts at the beginning, but the next road is very difficult.

    Over the years, he has been groping by himself. He has understood the mortal sword formula and military intention. Although he has reached the semi holy field, he seems to have made rapid progress, he has stayed on this bottleneck for a long time, and it is difficult to make progress.

    Because his realm has not yet reached the semi holy field, he has not thought about the problem of practicing Dharma and understanding secret arts, but this is always the focus that must be solved.

    In the future, if the understanding of Dharma and secret arts still stagnates in the semi holy field, it will consume a lot of time and energy to understand, but without the solid foundation of predecessors, the time required may be unbearable.

    In short, we should not only rely on the experience of the emperor level strong, but also need the different feelings of practitioners in different realms, which may have a miraculous effect on the understanding of military intention.

    Finally, the corridor came to an end. There was a stone gate in front of it. There were more than a dozen bones lying there, and the ground was covered with dried blood.

    Lan Lan leaped over the bones, passed through the stone gate and entered a wide and magnificent hall.

    In the middle of the hall, there is a low circular stone platform, on which there are standing bones, holding a war sword covered with metal rust, and the sword tip is inserted into the stone platform.

    The bones stood proudly, the skull was slightly bowed, the sternum was full of cracks, and there were cracks on the bones of hands, legs and skull.

    The fatal injury was the penetrating injury on the skull, which shattered the bones of the whole orbit and penetrated the posterior skull.

    In front of the standing skeleton, there are two skeletons with seriously deformed heads. They fall in front of them. The skull is broken and the center of the eyebrow is penetrated. It is a very obvious sword wound.

    "Other bones are weathered in the years, but how can these two remain jade like?"

    Ling Qingyu''s eyes rested on the fallen bones on the stone platform, which were shining like jade.

    She couldn''t understand it. Judging from the situation at the scene, they should have died together with the bones standing with a war sword, indicating that their strength was not as good as the owner of the standing bones. At most, they were between Bozhong, otherwise they wouldn''t all die here.

    However, the remains of the owner of the skeleton can not resist the erosion of years. How can the enemy who died with him resist it?

    "I see..."

    Jun Wuxie sighed, jumped up from the blue back, fell on the stone platform, squatted down and touched the two crystal bones with his fingers.

    In the crystal skeleton, he noticed a faint, not strange breath, and his guess was confirmed.

    "Elder, you are amazing..."

    He got up and looked at the bones that could not stand. How proud was the man who stood with a sword, even if he turned into dead bones and stood forever?

    He sighed and sighed that he could kill the two strong dark spirits alone. Although they died together in the end, it could be said that it was very good.

    These two strong dark spirits dare to enter the core of the holy land of all dharmas. It can be seen that their realm must be very high, and they are by no means ordinary Dark Universe practitioners.

    One to two, fighting to death the two strong dark universe, this is enough to be proud forever!

    For such a person, Jun Wuxie has admiration.

    He bowed to the standing bones.

    At this time, the rotten sword in the bone''s hand trembled slightly and made a slight clanging sound.

    The mottled rust on the sword fell off, but there was no bright sword body, and there was still rotten metal under the rust.

    Jun Wuye was surprised and stared at the sword.

    "Far wind..."

    From the rotten sword came a voice like weeping blood, with choking and sadness, as well as deep sadness and sadness

    Jun Wuxie was stunned!

    It was a woman''s voice.

    Only then did he realize that he had overlooked one point.

    That is the proud skeleton in front of her. She is not tall. Her skeleton is very thin and slender. It obviously belongs to the skeleton of a woman!

    "Yuanfeng... You''re here..."

    The war sword clanked, even the sound of the sword had a deep sense of sadness.

    The woman''s voice inside was even more shocking.

    At the same time, he was also shocked. Such a voice suddenly sounded in the sword. With such strong emotion, could it be that the owner of the skeleton left a wisp of obsession?

    Who is she talking to?

    Just when he was wondering, plumes of light and smoke overflowed from the rotten sword and turned into a weak woman''s light and shadow.

    She is wearing a long light yellow dress, tall, white skin, green silk like ink, very beautiful face, a kind of heroic spirit, but she does not lack women''s tenderness.

    These are two very contradictory qualities. Yingwu and tenderness coexist. He can''t help thinking of Ji Yinlan. Isn''t she such a temperament?

    "Far wind..."

    The woman came to Jun Wuxie and stretched out her slender and beautiful palm to touch his face.

    Jun Wuxie stood there without moving.

    He knew that the obsession left by the strong woman must have recognized the wrong person, but she didn''t want to break her eternal dream. It would be too cruel.

    "Yuanfeng... When I said goodbye, I was separated forever... Would you blame me? I didn''t keep our vows of alliance and sea when I separated from you in this way. These years, I miss you very much. I just want to see you again and say sorry to you personally. Please forgive me..."

    Jun Wuxie''s lips trembled slightly. He didn''t know whether he should respond or say for the far wind. I never blamed you, so that her obsession would no longer be trapped in the guilt she had woven, and she could be relieved and rest in peace.

    He felt an indescribable throb in his heart. It seemed to beat more slowly than usual, but it was very heavy. Every time it shook his chest to produce a roar, and a trace of inexplicable sadness hit him.