This is a corridor, and there are long lights hanging on the stone walls on both sides, casting a soft halo.

The lanterns and shadows are like the endless years, illuminating the road, eternal and immortal, with a quiet and quiet taste.

"Is this the place of chance that the lotus was derived from?"

As soon as he arrived here, the old man couldn't help but be surprised.

However, because of fear and caution, he hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't put it into practice, just stared at the ever-bright lights and watched carefully.

After a long time, he said disappointedly: "It turned out to be the most common flood oil lamp, no wonder it has been burning from ancient times to the present."

"Be careful, this place is too quiet."

Lin Xun glanced around, and there was an inexplicable tension in his heart, as if there was something dangerous hidden in the depths of the corridor.

He took the broken blade in his hand.

Zhao Jingxuan also sacrificed the Nine Dragons Treasure Cauldron, emitting auspicious light, protecting his body.

They walked along the corridor and moved forward.

The atmosphere is quiet, there is no sound at all, the corridors are secluded, and the long bright lights radiate soft luster, not dark, but this deadly atmosphere makes people shudder.

Not long after, a misty glow appeared on the corridor in the distance, like a fairy light rain, which was very eye-catching.

"This is?"

Lin Xun and the others were startled, and they could clearly see that there was a figure sitting cross-legged in the place where the light was shining. He was extremely old, wearing a Taoist robe, and his white hair was scattered to the ground.

The misty rain of light emanated from this figure.

At this time, the figure was facing Lin Xun and the others, and a pair of pupils were silver, like a silver scorching sun, exuding a terrifying aura.

Lin Xun and the others froze all over, shivering cold, and their hearts were beating violently, and their souls had an uncontrollable throbbing that almost collapsed.

"not good!"

The old toad screamed strangely, and there was an extra hilt in his hand, releasing a black halo,

It was round and clear, blocking it in front of him, resisting the aura of that figure.

In an instant, all the abnormalities disappeared from the body, leaving Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan with lingering fears and horror.

Just now, the aura of that figure almost killed them!

"Fuck his grandma, this is actually the corpse of a saint!"

Lao Ha was surprised to find that although the figure had clear eyes, it was actually just a dead corpse that had been dead for many years.

This is even more frightening, what a powerful saint this is, even after death, he still maintains a complete form, lifelike, and the breath of the corpse is enough to easily obliterate all of them!

This is simply incredible!

How terrifying would it be if the saint was still alive?

"This old guy is definitely an amazing existence, but he is here for no reason, and he can't see a trace of scars all over his body, which is a bit weird."

Old Toad murmured to himself, a pair of golden pupils constantly scanning, looking at the sage's corpse.

When he spoke, he held the handle of the knife and released a round and clear black light, daring not to relax.

"Is this a saint?"

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan were both shocked.

The king of life and death is already scary enough for them to look up to, and the saint is more transcendent than the king of life and death!

The realm of saints is a transcendental realm that can only be attained after going through the ninefold longevity calamity.

Today, the corpse of such an ancient sage appeared in front of him and was seen with his own eyes. No one would be able to keep calm with the shocking impact.

"This robe... seems to be made of 'star soul silver wire'!"

The old man's eyes glowed and his breathing was heavy: "My dear, you are a big hand, a silver thread of astral soul is enough to crush a mountain, and it is heavier than a star. This old guy actually made a piece of this kind of treasure. Taoist robe!"

The old toad almost came out, his eyes were red, Xing Soul Daoyi! This is the treasure of the Holy Dao level!

The old clam couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth, pushed the handle of the knife, and tried to peel off the clothes that the corpse was wearing.

But in just a moment, he let out a scream, was shaken by a terrifying force, coughed up blood in his mouth, and was miserable.

If it weren't for the extremely miraculous hilt in his hand, the black light generated helped him dissolve most of his power, and this one stroke alone would have killed him.

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan were terrified. The corpse of this saint was too powerful. Even if he died for countless years, he was extremely majestic, like a god beyond the world, capable of suppressing all violations.

"Damn, the rumors are actually true, holy people, can't be desecrated, this is the rule of the avenue, unless you have the same level of power, you can't take this treasure away at all."

Lao Ha got up from the ground, his face full of frustration and unwillingness, a Taoist robe made of silver silk from the Star Soul! But can't take it away...

Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan looked at each other.

This old toad is also too greedy for money. He almost lost his life just now, but he doesn't care at all. Instead, he is annoyed that he can't take that treasure away, which is simply a wonderful flower.

"Old clam, this knife handle in your hand is not bad."

Suddenly, Lin Xun made a sound, and his eyes were fixed on Lao Ha's hand. As early as the first time he saw Lao Ha, Lin Xun had seen this hilt.

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

But it can block the breath of the saint's corpse, which is different.

Suddenly, the old man became vigilant and shouted: "Don't make a wrong idea, this baby is the lifeblood of this king, and has been with this king since he woke up. If you dare to do something wrong, this king promises to do it. Fight with you!"

"Can you show me?"

"no!"

The old clam refused with a single bite, and it was not negotiable.

Lin Xun snorted and stopped trying. He had already seen that this thing was of vital significance to Lao Ha.

"Let's go, just staring at the Star Soul Daoyi, but unable to take it away, this is simply the most tortured torture in the world."

The old man was heartbroken.

They avoided the corpse of the saint and moved on.

The corridor was faint, and after walking for a short while, another corpse was found. It was a green lion, the body was as big as an ox, and the fur was as bright as silk.

Undoubtedly, this blue lion is also a terrifying creature who set foot on the holy path in ancient times!

"Ruyi! Peerless holy treasure!"

Lao Ha's eyes turned red again, and he found that in the mouth of the blue lion, there was a jade Ruyi with white Yingying in his mouth, flowing with the breath of the holy way.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to try again. When he left, his heart was bleeding and he beat his chest.

Going forward like this, along the way, they found the corpses of saints from time to time, one after another, all of them were intact, and they couldn't see where they were injured, as if they had passed away. This made Lin Xun and Zhao Jingxuan's scalp numb and their hearts tumbling. In the ancient times, how could so many saints fall here?

What is the origin of this corridor?

And the old clam moaned all the way, his face turned green, and he looked unwilling, because it found one treasure after another, all of which came from the hands of saints, but they couldn't take them away, which made him look at wealth as fate. are going crazy.

"If it weren't for the hilt in Lao Ha's hand, most of us would not be able to come here at all, and we would have already died..."

Lin Xun realized a serious problem and was afraid.

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

Who would have thought that this place of chance would be a corridor where many corpses of saints had fallen, which seemed too dangerous and unpredictable.

"Wouldn't this be a dead end? Even the saints died in it, will we... will repeat the same mistakes?"

Zhao Jingxuan's pretty face was solemn.

"Bah! Crow's mouth!"

The old clam scolded, "The bigger the place is, the more unimaginable the chance is hidden. The death of these saints here does not mean that we can't leave alive. And this king concluded that the chance here must still exist, and we have not been taken away. Walk."

Lin Xun didn't believe Lao Ha's inference. He turned his head to look back, but was surprised to find that the path he came from had disappeared!

It was indeed gone. It was dark there, not to mention the path, not even the corpse of the saint that was seen along the way.

"There is no turning back for us..."

Lin Xun's voice was bitter and his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that there was no danger in this place, but it was too mysterious and ominous.

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

"Since there is no loop, just keep moving forward!"

As soon as the old man gritted his teeth, his expression was full of ruthlessness, "Da Dao fifty, Tian Yan forty-nine, we are taking the only unknown road, and the only way to survive, there must be a way out of trouble!"

"That's all."

Lin Xun took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

As they continued to move forward, Lin Xun began to observe carefully, and sure enough, the road behind them would fall into darkness when they didn't move forward for a long time.

That feeling is like an invisible big hand, silently erasing all the road behind him, an indescribable mystery.

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

Of course, if there is no mysterious hilt in the hands of the old clam along the way, just the corpses of the saints will definitely make it impossible for them to move!

Because the breath of those corpses is too strong and terrifying, people suspect that they can kill everything.

How scary would a character like this be when he was alive? They have been dead for so long, but the breath left behind is still so terrifying, it is really unbelievably strong.

"There is a door!"

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

There is indeed a closed stone gate, which is arched and full of ancient charm, filled with the ancient vicissitudes of life.

In front of the stone gate, there is actually a corpse of a saint. This is a monk in white. He sits cross-legged on the side of the stone gate, his waist is bent, he looks down on the ground, and his right index finger touches the ground.

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

"The origin came, but the fate ends here, the time is not enough, what is it!"

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