This Swordsman is Too Steady

Strong, very strong.

Even from Lu Qingshan's point of view, Tantai Qingrun is definitely a strong player among the Golden Core monks.

"A good way for the original poster of Tantai!" Even Xian Huaibi, who was a little behind Qingrun Tantai, couldn't help but praise.

He saw that Tantai Qingrun was young, and originally thought that Tantai Qingrun was also a talented cultivator. He was a genius monk with a high cultivation base but average combat power, but he did not expect Tantai Qingrun's sword skills to be so exquisite.

Qiu Hongjian wandered back to Tantai Qingrun, buzzing.

Only in the next moment, there was a secret breath in the empty passage that began to brew.

Xian Huaibi's face changed slightly, and he asked Tantai Qingrun, "What should I do next, do I want to go all the way?"

Tantai Qingrun turned his attention to Lu Qingshan and asked him for his opinion: "What do you think?"

Lu Qingshan's expression was solemn, letting go of his consciousness and feeling the gloomy air in the depths of the passage, an inexplicable shadow came to his heart, lingering.

It seems, what's wrong?

"No matter how many ghosts there are, there will always be a limit on the number. After a few more waves, the ghosts in this channel are going to be wiped out." Xian Huaibi suggested to Tantai Qingrun: "The strength of these ghosts. It's not strong. I can completely block all the attacks and leave it to you to clear the field. We can easily advance."

It's empty...wait!

Between the lightning and flint, a thought flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind.

He was awakened by Xian Huaibi's words.

Yes, no matter how many ghosts, there will always be a limit on the number.

If the netherworld monks also walked through this passage before, then why are there still endless ghosts here?

Unless, the path of the underground monks is not here.

However, it is absolutely unquestionable that the monks of the netherworld intended for King Geng Jinhu's body, and the physical body of the Golden Tiger King Geng must also be in the position of the west palace. There is no reason for the netherworld monks not to go this way.

The two seem to be contradictory...

After a while, Lu Qingshan thought of something, his eyes flashed, and immediately became gloomy again.

There is only one possibility left.

Everyone is on the wrong path, the passage they entered is not the road to the West Palace.

"Return to the hall." Lu Qingshan said decisively.

"Huh?" Not to mention Xian Huaibi, even Tantai Qingrun was puzzled by Lu Qingshan's decision at this moment.

"We are in the middle." Lu Qingshan explained, and his figure quickly retreated from the path, "Hurry up, we are wasting too much time here."

Following Lu Qingshan, Qin Yitian was the first to follow Lu Qingshan, who remained silent.

Tantai Qingrun, who hadn't reacted yet, didn't think too much anymore after seeing this situation, and followed.

Tantai Qingrun hadn't noticed it herself. I don't know when she started. Under the influence of all kinds of subtle influences, she has developed a subconscious trust and obedience to Lu Qingshan.

"Damn it, he was the one who chose to take this route, and it is him who asked us to return now!" Xian Huaibi complained extremely dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to quickly follow.

Compared with the cautiousness when entering, the four of them appeared to be a lot more presumptuous and moved much faster on the way back.

But half an hour, they retreated back to the hall where they had just entered.

Four four spiritual pillars stand among them.

There seems to be nothing unusual.

Only this time, Lu Qingshan, who had been on the alert, released his divine consciousness and carefully inspected the environment in the hall.

Finally, he felt an extremely faint but unusual ripple, hidden in the evil spirit, hard to find.

"Found it." Lu Qingshan said softly.

After releasing his spiritual thoughts, following the ripples, Lu Qingshan lifted his sword up, slashed into the void, and the sword burst into flames.

In the empty hall, under the sword of Lu Qingshan, a wave of ripples flickered.

Fierce sparks shot in all directions, and with a glare, in the corner, a dark array suddenly shattered, and at the same time, a curtain of water fell around.

The world revolves around, north-south shifts, east-west shifts.

Sure enough.

Lu Qingshan mumbled as he looked at the hall where the water curtain disappeared.

"What's the situation?" Xian Huaibi was shocked when he discovered that the orientation of the hall had undergone such a huge change.

"A phantom array left by the underworld has the effect of reversing the direction. On the surface, we entered the passage to the west, but in fact it was to the east." Tantai Qingrun understood the situation at this time, "So if we just continued Going on will only go the opposite way, drifting away from the destination."

Lu Qingshan nodded and muttered to himself: "I looked down on the underground palace."

Just entering the unfamiliar place of the demon spirit grave, most people will focus on the familiar demon spirit grave.

The underworld monk grasped this point and arranged a phantom array without murder in the hall. The effect was also very simple. It was a reversal of the direction, but it had achieved a miraculous effect.

Because if the phantom array spreads widely, the utility is more complicated, but it is easier to find.

But the effective range of the illusion array set up by the underground palace also enveloped this hall, as long as the monk entered the passage, he was free from the influence of the illusion array.

In addition, the effect of the magic array is also very small, but it is a simple change of direction.

But this is the case, but it makes it difficult for them to find that they are affected by the illusion.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, "Let's go, try to catch up with the footsteps of the underground monks."

The four figures flashed, and once again stepped into the passage leading to the West Palace.

This time, in this long passage, they never encountered any ghosts again.

Obviously, someone has already walked this way before and wiped out all the ghosts.

Without the ghost blocking the way, Lu Qingshan and his party moved much faster, but they did not dare to let go of their speed completely.

Eating a ditch and gaining a wisdom, who knows if the underground monks will set up another insidious trap along the way.

.........

In an endless underground palace complex.

Li Zun, whose breath was surging, jumped out of a dark passage.

At the entrance of the passage, three priests from the Purple Cloth Nation Palace had long been sent to us ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and were waiting here.

Seeing Li Zun appeared, three underground monks hurriedly greeted him.

It was just that Li Zun's breath went up and down, and sometimes the golden core was building the foundation. The three of them looked a little panicked, and said in surprise: "Master Li Zun, what is going on?"

Li Zun's complexion is not good.

His Nasal Infant was broken, and there was only a group of strong original spiritual power left in his dantian. Because there was no time to condense it into a golden core, this kind of weird situation of golden core building from time to time appeared.

"The cooperation with the Demon Spirit Palace was exposed. The old man from Beiming came to the door. In desperation, I had no choice but to get in here to escape the chase." Li Zun's face was gloomy, "How is the breaking of the ban Now? The entrance to the Demon Spirit Tomb has been opened. We don't have much time to delay."

The purple-clothed monk replied in a panic, "It will take some time, it will take three or four days..."

According to the original plan, Li Zun could at least drag the time for the demon spirit tomb to appear for half a month. With their progress, it was definitely in time, but he didn't expect things to change so suddenly.

"Lead the way!" Li Zun said gloomily.

Broken Infant is tantamount to self-destroying Daoji, Nasal Infant wants to repair it again, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky, so he has already come to an end in his cultivation.

However, he still has a way to go.

Borrow the blood pool to reincarnate, reincarnate yourself into a demon race, and follow the path of demon cultivation.

The problem is that if you want to reincarnate a demon with a high-grade bloodline, the price that the underworld has to pay is extremely high, and it is impossible to easily use it for him.

Only by returning with the body of King Geng Jin Tiger, with this great accomplishment, can he let the underworld reward him with the blood of the high-grade demon clan.

The flesh of King Geng Jin Tiger is his last hope, and there is no room for loss!