Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

The remaining sanity was instantly shattered, the shadow passed by like a storm, and the dirty and filthy breath was mixed with stench, and it hit the two big monsters directly.

However, it was discovered. The short and fat old man turned sideways slightly, and a strange gaze swept over and landed on the monster.

Then, this shadow twisted and rolled, and howled mournfully on the ground. The third elder's beautiful eyes were fixed, showing a little strange color: "There are human beings here?"

The unkempt, pus-covered monster on the ground curled up with its head in its arms, looking at the two big monsters in fear. It felt like the soul in its head was about to be torn apart. He was vomiting black liquid, looking particularly sad.

The short and fat old man slightly punished the offending human being, and after a cold snort, it withdrew its spell, and the monster lying on the ground was able to breathe, and the pain faded away like a tide.

Seeing that the beautiful woman beside him was puzzled, the short and fat old man explained: "This is some food that the Great Elder captured in the human race's territory in his early years."

"Based on their human standards, they are some kind of strong martial arts masters. They captured dozens of them back then and put them all in this tomb to prepare for the patriarch to eat and eat when he recovers."

"Thinking that so many years have passed, I thought that they should all die. I didn't expect that there were still some who survived. It just so happened that I saved his life and dedicated it to the clan elders later."

The beautiful fox demon woman nodded slightly, which was not a big surprise. After all, the two races of humans and monsters have been incompatible since ancient times. Such things as capturing strong humans and devouring them, there are many monster races doing this in the wilderness.

The man on the ground, listening to the conversation of the two elders, looked terrified, and no longer cared about being dizzy, he forcibly got up shaking, trying to escape back to the dark corner.

However, the short and fat old man didn't let him go. It raised its hand slightly, and a huge demonic force came out in the form of chains, piercing through the monster's limbs, the blood spurted out suddenly, and the mournful cry of a ghost resounded in the dark tomb.

The imprisoned human master smashed down in front of the bronze door. The short and fat old man looked indifferent, no longer hesitating, his hands quickly dried, and the demonic power in his body erupted like a torrent.

It bit its fingertips, stained with demon blood, smeared on the bronze door, and muttered to itself, reciting ancient words.

The third elder was not idle either, and also poured his demon power into the bronze gate. The strong blood energy of the two big demons was drunk by the demon patterns engraved on it.

Soon, the bronze door emitted a faint light, and there was a sound of turning.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!!!"

The bronze door turned slowly, shaking off the dust, and a deadly breath rushed towards him. The short and fat old man felt that something was wrong. He couldn't feel the existence of the clan elder?

With the door completely opened, there was nothing in the stone room, no one was alive, no dead body was seen, it was extremely strange.

The short and fat old man carefully explored the whole surrounding, but he still couldn't find it The figure belonging to the clan elder finally retreated in disappointment, and closed the stone door respectfully with both hands.

"Clan elder, you're not here." The fox demon woman said in a low voice.

For the Linghu clan, the disappearance and disappearance of the patriarch is more serious than the fall of the patriarch. It can be regarded as completely losing the capital to gain a foothold in the wilderness. Once it is known by powerful foreign clans, it will inevitably be attacked by them.

"The clan elder's soul lamp is still on, nothing will happen, don't think too much about it." The chunky old man comforted.

After all, it stepped on the wound of the monster in front of it, and asked indifferently: "Human, have you ever seen this bronze door open in the past few decades?"

Years of hunger, he was severely injured again, the monster was bleeding all over his body, his face was ferocious, and his hoarse voice was very weak: "I vaguely remember that someone walked out of it many years ago."

"It killed a lot of people here and then got out"

The chunky old man who got the answer stopped looking at the monster, and kicked it into a remote corner like a broken sandbag, and suddenly there was the sound of his body smashing into rocks.

Someone struggled in the dark to spit out a big mouthful of blood, raised his head slightly, and looked into the eyes of the two big monsters, full of monstrous hatred.

He can't remember clearly, this is the first time he has sworn a blood oath, if one day he can leave here alive, he will return to the sect, unite with the major sects, and wipe out this spirit fox family.

The chunky old man sensed the vague hatred, and seemed to know what the monster was thinking, instead of continuing to chase and kill it, he showed a cruel smile instead.

"This tomb is the final belonging of your life."

"It's a pity that when you come back next time, you may have become a pile of dead bones."

"Do you know why I kept your life? Nothing can distort and torture a person's mind like hatred. Enjoy the rest of your dark life."

In the silent catacombs, echoing the words of the short and fat old man, the terrifying evil spirit belonging to the two elders gradually disappeared, and they left here.

"Cough cough." The monster-like human grandmaster leaned against the rock wall, the blood in his body became weaker and weaker, and he felt that he would not be able to hold on for long.

Thinking back many years ago, he was originally a core disciple of a faction. He was accidentally injured by a big monster while traveling, and then he was thrown here with many human masters or Unrestrained Daxiu.

At first everyone was sensible and knew to unite and fight together, but no matter what, they were trapped here like a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to break the barrier that sealed the tomb.

One month, three months, half a year, one year, three years

Despair and hunger distorted their minds. More than 30 strong human beings had a horrific mutual devouring event, and for a time they did everything they could to survive.

In this way, some people died, and some people were still alive. In the boring years, their strength was too weak to fight, and they could only wait to die on the spot.

Until the mysterious door opened, a strange old man walked out. With its killing, most people were swallowed up, leaving only a few humans.

The old man disappeared, and the three surviving humans died one after another. Only the last one, relying on the special skills practiced in the door, hangs his breath.

Occasionally, some indescribable flying insects and beasts drilled out of the soil or stone walls of the tomb, and were captured and devoured by the human masters, using their weak vitality to continue their lives.

The blood flowed more and more, and the monster's consciousness was muddled. Before dying, he felt unwilling, grabbed a handful of gravel on the ground, and threw it on the ground, trying to predict whether he had any hope of escaping from here.

Although he had divination thousands of times during the decades of being trapped, at this moment, in order to seek psychological comfort, he performed the divination for the last time.

The rubble was scattered here and there, and the hexagram was mysterious. The monster froze in place, his breathing was a little short, and he seemed to have discovered something.

After repeated attempts several times, all he got was the same result. He could no longer restrain the excitement in his heart, and burst into tears and laughter, as if he was insane.