Martial Cultivator

Just as Yun Jianyue was walking forward, a young monk came here. He picked up a hoe made of white jade by the river. It was a little small and should be used to plant elixirs.

When he picked up the medicine hoe, the young monk thought it was nothing, because although the medicine hoe in his hand was exquisite, it was not a magic weapon and had no use at all. But who would have thought that when he picked up the medicine hoe and walked forward, While here, I saw these rows of tombs.

Looking at these graves and the medicine hoe in his hand, the young monk laughed excitedly. In his opinion, the medicine hoe in his hand was a revelation given to him by God.

"If God gives it to me and I don't take it, it will be a sin!"

The young monk smiled and started to do something that Yun Jianyue would find very shameful. .🅆.

Digging graves.

Digging graves is considered shameful in many cases, but sometimes it still happens because the word "interest" often transcends human nature and makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

The young monk began to dig graves very quickly, swinging the medicine hoe in his hand very fast, and began to dig those graves that had not been touched for many years.

The soil on the grave is very tight, and it takes a lot of effort to dig it out. But he is a monk after all. Even if he has no cultivation, he is still a monk. He is naturally stronger, stronger, and more powerful than ordinary people. Besides endurance, after finally encountering such a place, he was naturally even more excited and swung the hoe extremely fast.

Not long after, he saw a black coffin hidden in the soil.

That coffin is not a mortal thing. I don’t know how many years have passed, but it has not been corroded by the years at all. It is still very complete.

The young monk was very excited. I don’t know how many years this ancient ruins have existed, at least for a thousand years. This coffin has been incorruptible for thousands of years, so it is naturally a good thing. In other words, since this coffin is a good thing, then it is best to be buried in this coffin. What could it be about the monk in the coffin and what he brought to the coffin?

The young monk's eyes were full of excitement, but he hadn't opened the coffin yet.

The second monk arrived.

That was also a young monk who came here by mistake. His face was a little pale. He had been in this ancient ruins for a long time and he was already unable to hold on. At this moment, his body was shaking and he could hardly stand.

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But after seeing these tombs, there was some light in his eyes.

The young monk who came here first heard the noise and looked up at the young monk behind him, with some indifference in his eyes.

The later monk looked at him and said bluntly, "You can't dig it all by yourself."

The young monk thought for a while and said, "Go over there."

The monk nodded and asked, "Do you have anything?"

The young monk shook his head.

The monk didn't say anything, he just took out a magic weapon, went far away and started digging the grave.

Digging graves is not a decent thing, and they have never done it. However, they are all monks, and their learning ability is naturally better than that of ordinary people. Therefore, it will not take long for them to become familiar with each other. Once they become familiar with it, they will naturally learn more. quick.

I don’t know how long it took, but another monk came here.

Then came more monks.

More than ten monks came here.

In unison, they all started to find a grave and started digging it. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

They are not Yun Jianyue, and they do not have the character of Yun Jianyue. Facing the tombs of these ancient monks, they cannot resist the temptation.

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The monks who first came here had already dug up the grave, pried open the coffin, and saw the scene inside.

There is a white bone in the coffin. The white bones are covered with some tattered white cloth. It looks like the legendary shroud. But after so many years, this shroud is also damaged. The power of time is great after all. Many people and Nothing can resist it.

The young monk stuck his head out and looked at the things inside, and then saw several small magical instruments next to the shroud. There was even a bell among them. After so many years, it was still glowing with a faint green light.

The power of time is naturally great. Some magic weapons are not of high quality and cannot survive the long years, but it is obvious that some magic weapons can.

That bell exudes a faint light, and looks unique in its simplicity. It has a long-lasting aura, which is enough to prove that this bell is extraordinary.

The young monk stretched out his hand and picked up the bell, with some uncontrollable excitement and joy in his eyes. The bad mood caused by digging the grave disappeared in an instant. He was immersed in joy, and he was already gone. As for his cultivation level, no matter what he expected, a young monk quietly approached behind him at this moment.

The man's face was pale and his steps were a little frivolous. One look showed that he couldn't hold on for long. If he didn't leave this ruins, he might never be able to leave again.

But he had been here for so long and found nothing and got nothing. If he left just like that, he would not be happy at all. To be precise, he would be unwilling.

So he made a very bold decision.

He took out a dagger from his arms. The dagger flashed with cold light. It was a dagger that many monks carried with them. It was used to cut elixirs on weekdays, and it was actually very useful.

Of course, all swords, the best ones, are used to kill people.

In just a moment, he came behind the young monk and stabbed him out very quickly.

The dagger came into contact with the young monk's lower back without any hindrance, because the dagger was really sharp, and because of his lack of cultivation, the monk could not detect anyone behind him, and he had no energy to protect him. Of course, The young monk didn't notice anyone behind him because his attention was completely occupied by the bell in front of him.

That's why he couldn't come back to his senses and know what was behind him.

The dagger pierced into his body, and a sharp sword tip emerged from his chest.

The young monk was in pain and just wanted to scream, but found that his mouth and nose were quickly covered tightly.

The monk who looked extremely weak suddenly came out of nowhere with great strength and pressed the mouth of the young monk in front of him tightly to prevent him from making any sound.

There is naturally more than one monk here, but the other monks are digging graves seriously at this moment, so no one will notice what is happening here.

The pale monk kept pulling out the dagger in his hand, and then inserted it again and again.

once.

Those blood flowers are scattered here, just like real flowers, but they are definitely not beautiful.

This was a shameless sneak attack. If it had happened outside, the monk would have been scolded by others, but at the moment no one noticed him or discovered what he was doing, so naturally no one would accuse him.

Even if someone finds out, I'm afraid they won't have the energy to care about him. They all have their own things to do. Although digging a grave is disgraceful, who can resist it at this moment?

I don’t know how long it took.

The young monk died just like that.

A lot of his blood was spilled, and a large part of it was spilled into the coffin.

His eyes are still open. At this time, it is actually more appropriate to describe him with eyes still open.

He let go of his hand, and the bell in his hand fell downwards. Some air flow passed between the bells, making a slight sound.

When a big shot dies, bells are often used to announce the death.

Bells are actually smaller bells.

With quick eyes and quick hands, the monk grabbed the falling bell, held it tightly, and then pushed the young monk in front of him into the coffin.

After doing all this, the monk did not stay, turned around and left.

He reacted quickly and didn't want anyone to know what he had done.

As long as he walked fast enough, no one would know what he had done.

He quickly hid the bell in his arms, but still didn't notice that the bell was already covered in blood.

There was some fear in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by excitement.

There was blood deep in his eyes.

I don’t know if it was contaminated before or if it was my own.

The blood on his robe was obviously from the other party.

The corpse was still bleeding out, and soon it covered the bottom of the coffin. In the black coffin, the blood looked black.

The tattered shroud was soaked with blood.

It looks even weirder.