Above the Immortal Cultivation

There is a legend about the underworld: the tomb of the underworld is true.

But even if it is false, each time the ancient tomb is opened, certain conditions are required to start.

For example, the condition this time is: sacrifice.

Wang Lu looked at the entrance in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and came to the entrance of the cave. It was bottomless, and the wind blew out, and a creepy feeling arose spontaneously.

Fortunes are sought in danger, let alone the tomb of the underworld.

Many people don’t have this opportunity in their lives. Even if they encounter such an opportunity, they often don’t have the life to enjoy it. The three poisonous wolves are the best example.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and jumped down.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The lower he went, the colder it was. He poured magic power between his legs to prevent himself from falling to the ground and getting injured.

About half an incense stick, he landed on his feet. The ground was hard and solid, and it was pitch black around him. He couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, and it was dry and cold.

Looking up, the cave entrance has become as small as a hair. A rough estimate shows that it has reached a depth of at least a thousand miles underground.

Being in a pitch-black environment, his eyes were dark and he was not used to it. He casually put a piece of moonstone on the ground.

A soft white light instantly filled the underground mausoleum. He was standing in a cylindrical valley with a smooth mountain like a mirror, but this valley fell into the ground.

Looking around, eight black stone doors, two feet high and one foot wide, were in eight different directions, as if they were embedded in the mountain alive, giving people a sense of indestructible firmness.

Each door was carved with a bright and lifelike Bifang and a hovering Dulong with its eyes slightly closed. The two beasts turned their backs to each other, looking down on each other.

Wang Lu knew a little about the Eight Trigrams, Kaimen, Xiumen, Shengmen, Shangmen, Dumen, Jingmen, Simen, and Jingmen.

Kaimen, Xiumen and Shengmen are the three lucky gates, Simen, Jingmen and Shangmen are the three evil gates, and Dumen and Jingmen are the two gates in the middle.

Kaimen is located in the northwest Gan Palace, belonging to the metal element, Xiumen is located in the north Kan Palace, belonging to water, and Shengmen is located in the northeast Gen Palace. As long as these three directions are found, Wang Lu can choose any door to enter, and basically he can smoothly reach the center of the mausoleum.

Thinking of this, he pinched the formula to calculate. After a while of calculation, he didn't know whether he was deep underground or because the secret was obscured, resulting in confusion of direction and spatial dislocation. He couldn't accurately get the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

He calculated several times without believing in evil. The more he calculated, the more confused he became. The whole person gradually became impatient, as if there was a mysterious force disturbing him.

After a while, Wang Lu's forehead was covered with sweat. He forcibly suppressed the irritability in his chest and stopped.

The moment he stopped, the irritability disappeared immediately. He secretly called it a fluke, and almost went crazy.

At this time, he suddenly thought of Sun Xue. She must have some way to explore, and she stepped into one of the stone doors without hesitation.

Carefully capture the breath left by this woman, but as a result, except for the weak breath left when she stopped, there was no trace left by the eight doors.

Hehe.

Thinking of this at this time, he couldn't help but think that if Xiong Canzhi was here, he might be able to solve the mystery and find the three auspicious doors.

It seems that divination and fortune-telling are still very useful.

In fact, what the two didn't know was that when he and Sun Xue jumped into the ancient tomb, the entrance closed slowly and silently, and the stone tablet was buried underground. All the previous traces of the battle disappeared, and everything was restored to the way they had just arrived.

It's just that the five blood-red strange trees in the center and around the ancient tomb did not regenerate.

Wang Lu was still struggling, which stone door to enter the mausoleum from.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could only rely on his feelings and leave it to fate.

He walked slowly around the underground for three circles, carefully sensing each of the eight stone doors, but found nothing.

Relying only on intuition, he chose one of the doors and carefully pushed with both hands. He wanted to push hard, but as soon as he put his hands on the door, a strong gravitational force came quickly, and the stone door opened instantly. A yellow light burst out of the door, and he was caught off guard and sucked in.

Wang Lu, who was dizzy, heard a series of footsteps before he could see the situation behind the door.

He turned around and looked back. The stone wall was as smooth as a mirror, and it was tightly closed. He couldn't see the location of the stone door, which gave him a very bad premonition.

What he saw was a very open stone hall, empty and nothing.

At the end of the stone hall was a passage filled with a pale yellow halo, and he didn't know where it led to.

He subconsciously looked at the top of the stone hall, and two huge yellow ancient seals suddenly came into his eyes: the wounded door.

He was frightened by the sight, the visual impact was too strong, and at the same time he lamented that his luck was simply too bad.

At this moment, dense footsteps came from the passage continuously, as if ringing in his ears.

He cheered up, his face solemn, tightly grasped the purple gold double hammers, and quietly waited for the unknown.

Ten breaths later, one after another black figures flashed out of the passage. He looked closely and found that it was a group of iron corpses.

A dozen iron corpses, with various spiritual weapons in their hands, rushed towards him.

Seeing that it was an iron corpse, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the purple gold double hammers broke through the air, and in an instant, the hammer shadows shone.

The sound of "bang bang bang bang" rang out clearly in the stone hall, and the spiritual weapons in the hands of the iron corpses were smashed away by the hammer shadows. They roared suddenly, and their bodies became larger and dark.

The shadows of hammers fell on them one after another. For a moment, the iron corpses were smashed onto the stone wall one after another, and then they climbed up with a roar, with sharp teeth in their mouths and long and sharp nails. They rushed towards him like a tide without fear of death.

After several battles, although the iron corpses could not get close to him, the purple gold double hammers seemed to tickle them, leaving them unscathed.

The iron corpses here are more powerful than those outside, as if they have practiced a profound body refining technique, and their bodies are stronger than steel and indestructible.

In fact, he did not know that this tomb of the underworld was in the center of the chaotic beach of Yin Eye, where Yin Qi gathered and was extremely dense.

The ancient corpses in it had no intelligence and would not take the initiative to practice, but they could not withstand the nourishment of such a strong Yin Qi for thousands of years, and then they mutated, making their torsos far stronger than fine steel. If there were no corresponding treasures, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to break their bodies of strength.

Wang Lu frowned slightly. If he continued like this, let alone dealing with the Iron Corpses, their tireless charge alone would slowly wear out his mana. Even with the Spirit Milk, the result would be the same, it would only take a different amount of time.

He immediately took back his purple gold double hammers, and the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade shot out like seven green meteors. With a crackling sound, sparks of electricity flashed on the bodies of the Iron Corpses, and the light in the stone hall was dazzling.

The Iron Corpses staggered and screamed. Wang Lu looked closely and saw a white shallow mark at the place where they were stabbed by the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade, but the shallow mark was slowly healing over time.

While he was amazed at the hardness of their bodies, he kept casting spells to manipulate the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade and cut it at the same place on their bodies.

As time went on, more than a dozen Iron Corpses were cut by the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade, and their bodies were covered with scars. Drops of black blood kept oozing out of the wounds, causing them to grimace in pain.

Wang Lu's mana was also mostly depleted.