The Prodigies War

This is a corridor, on both sides of the stone wall hung a long-standing lamp, sprinkled with a soft halo. [love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ net wqu]

Flickering lights, like the boundless years that have been lit up, illuminate the road, eternal, with a taste of tranquility.

"This is the land of opportunity derived from that lotus?"

As soon as he arrived here, the old clam couldn't help but be surprised and looked back and forth. He even wanted to break off a long light and ponder it carefully.

However, it seems that because of fear and caution, he hesitated a little and finally didn't put it into practice. He just stared at the long lights with his eyes and observed them carefully.

Disappointed for a long time, he said: "it turned out to be just the most common Jiaoyou lamp. No wonder it can burn from ancient times to the present."

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

Lintian looked around, and there was an inexplicable tension in his heart, as if there was something dangerous in the depths of the corridor.

He took the broken blade in his hand.

Zhao Jingxuan also offered a sacrifice to the Jiulong Baoding, emitting a glorious light and protecting his body.

They walked along the corridor towards the.

The atmosphere was quiet, there was no sound at all, the corridor was deep, and the long-term lights overflowed with soft luster and were not dark, but the dead silence atmosphere made people shudder.

Before long, a hazy glow appeared in the distant corridor, just like flying Fairy Light and rain, which was very eye-catching.

"Is this?"

Lintian was surprised in their hearts and saw clearly that there was a figure sitting cross legged in the place where the light and haze were falling. He was very old, wearing Taoist clothes, and his snow-white hair spread to the ground.

The misty light and rain came from this figure.

At this time, the figure was facing Lintian. A pair of pupils were silver, like the silver sun, emitting a terrible smell.

Lintian's body was frozen, and his heart was beating violently. The spirit had an uncontrollable throbbing and almost collapsed.

"Not good!"

The old clam screamed violently, with an extra knife handle in his hand, releasing a black halo, round and clear, blocking in front of him to resist the smell of the figure.

In an instant, all the strange things disappeared from Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan, which made Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan tremble and frightened.

Just now, the smell of the figure almost killed them!

"Fuck his grandmother, it's a saint's skeleton!"

Old clam was surprised to find that although the eyes of the figure were clear, it was actually just a dead skeleton, which had been dead for many years.

This is even more frightening. What a powerful Saint this should be. Even after death, he still maintains a complete form, lifelike, and the smell of the corpse can easily erase all of them!

This is incredible!

How terrible would it be if the saint were still alive?

"This old guy is definitely a great existence, but he died here for no reason. He can't see any scars all over. It's a little strange."

The old clam murmured to himself, and a pair of golden pupils scanned constantly, looking at the remains of the sage.

When he spoke, he held the handle of the knife and released a round and transparent black light. He didn't dare to relax.

"Is this the saint?"

Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan were shocked.

The king of the realm of life and death is scary enough for them to look up to, and the sage is more detached than the king of the realm of life and death!

Sage realm is a transcendent realm that can be reached only after nine long-term disasters. It is extraordinary and holy. It is known that it can live with heaven and earth!

Anyone who can't see such a shock in front of the ancient sage can't keep calm.

"This Taoist robe... Seems to be refined from 'xingsoul silver silk'!"

The old clam's eyes glowed and his breath was heavy: "darling, big pen, a star soul silver wire is enough to collapse a mountain, heavier than a star. The old guy actually refined a Taoist robe with such treasures!"

The old clam's saliva almost flowed out and his eyes were red. Xingsoul Taoist clothes! This is the holy way level treasure!

The old clam couldn't help it. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he urged the handle of the knife and tried to peel off the clothes covered by the corpse. [love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ net wqu]

But just for a moment, he screamed, was shocked by a terrible force, coughed up blood in his mouth, and was miserable.

If it weren't for the magical handle in his hand, the black light produced helped him dissolve most of his power. This alone could kill him.

Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan were horrified. The corpse of the saint was too powerful. Even if he died for countless years, it was very dignified. It was like a detached God, which could suppress all violations.

"Shit, the rumor is true. Holy people can't blaspheme. This is the rule of the road. Unless they have the same level of power, they can't take this baby at all."

The old clam got up from the ground and looked depressed and unwilling. It's a Taoist garment made of star soul silver silk! But I can't take it away

Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan looked at each other.

The old clam is too greedy for money. He almost lost his life just now, but he doesn't care at all. Instead, he is upset that he can't take the treasure away. It's a wonderful flower.

"Old clam, you have a good handle."

Suddenly, Lintian made a noise and stared at the old clam. As early as the first time he saw the old clam, Lintian had seen the handle.

It is dark and old, with a layer of blood stained cloth wrapped around its surface. It looks like a blood stained remnant, which is not surprising.

But it can block the smell of the sage's skeleton, which makes it different.

Suddenly, the old clam became vigilant and shouted, "don't make a wrong idea. This baby is the lifeblood of the king. He has been with the king since he woke up. If you dare to have an evil intention, the king promises to work hard with you!"

"Can I see?"

"No!"

The old clam refused and was not negotiable.

Lintian said "Oh" and stopped trying. He saw that it was very important to the old clam.

"Let's go quickly. It's the most torture in the world to watch the star soul Taoist clothes and not take it away."

The old clam was distressed.

They avoided the remains of the sage and moved on.

The corridor was secluded. After a short time, another corpse was found. It was a green lion, as big as an ox, and its fur was as green as silk.

There is no doubt that the green lion is also a terrible creature who set foot in the holy way in ancient times!

"Ruyi! Peerless treasure!"

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

Unfortunately, he did not dare to try again. When he left, his heart was bleeding and beating his chest and feet.

Along the way, they often found the remains of saints, one after another, with complete posture. They could not see where they were injured, just like sitting in silence. This made Lintian and Zhao Jingxuan's scalp numb and their hearts rolling. In ancient times, how could so many saints fall here?

What is the origin of this corridor?

The old clam kept wailing all the way, his face was green, and he looked sad and unwilling, because he found one treasure after another, all from the hands of saints, but they could not be taken away, which made him crazy.

"If it weren't for the handle in the old clam's hand, we would probably not be able to come here at all, and we would have been killed..."

Lintian realized a serious problem and was afraid.

I thought that this time I cracked the secret on the altar and found a way representing "the one to escape", which was enough to find an opportunity.

Who would have thought that this place of opportunity would be a corridor where the remains of many saints have fallen, which seems too dangerous and unpredictable.

"Is this a dead end? Even saints die in it. Will we... Repeat it?"

Zhao Jingxuan has a dignified face.

"Bah! Crow mouth!"

The old clam shouted, "the more fierce the place is, the more unimaginable the great opportunity is hidden. The death of these saints here doesn't mean we can't leave alive. And the king concluded that the opportunity must still exist here and hasn't been taken away."

Lintian didn't believe the old clam's inference. He turned back and was surprised to find that the path had disappeared!

It's really gone. It's dark there. Let alone the path, there's no trace of the remains of the saints seen all the way.

"We have no way back..."

Lintian's voice was bitter and frightened. It seemed that there was no danger here, but it was too mysterious and ominous. There were changes in silence!

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

"Since there is no circuit, go straight ahead!"

As soon as the old clam gritted his teeth, his face was full of fierce colors. "The road is fifty and the sky is forty-nine. We are taking the only unknown way and the only way to survive. There must be a way to get out of trouble!"

"Only so."

Lintian took a deep breath and suppressed the palpitation in his heart.

Lintian began to observe carefully as they moved on. Sure enough, the road behind them would fall into darkness soon after they moved on.

That feeling is like an invisible hand, which wipes out all the roads behind him silently. It's an unspeakable mystery.

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

Of course, if there is no mysterious knife handle in the hands of old clam along the way, just the remains of saints, it will definitely make them unable to walk!

Because the smell of those corpses is too strong and terrible, people doubt that they can go to the town to kill everything.

How terrible should people like this be when they live? They have been dead for so long, but the breath left is still so terrible. It's really strong enough.

"There's a door!"

Suddenly, the old clam cried in surprise and realized that they had reached the end of the corridor.

There is indeed a closed stone gate here, which is arched and full of ancient meaning, filled with the breath of ancient vicissitudes.

In front of the stone gate, there was the remains of a saint. This was a monk in white. He sat cross legged on one side of the stone gate, bent, looking down at the ground, and his right index finger touched the ground.

On the ground, he carved a word with his fingertips——

"It came from the origin, but it died from it. If the time is not right, what can I do?"

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