Become a Fairy

Chapter 1243 The turbid phosphorus fire——

"Other human monks naturally exist. As for the entrance, it is not as simple as it seems on the surface. It must be at the right time and place. The entrance that appears on the surface is actually a labyrinth-like magic circle. Even if you go in now, It won't take long, and I will get dizzy in it, and then come out inexplicably." The green-eyed old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, come with us." The green-eyed old man was only as tall as Lu Xiaotian's waist, wearing a black robe, and his movements were extremely swift. It turned into a light gray corpse and floated into the distance. The yin-yang lame monster followed closely, with dozens of afterimages trailing behind him, not many of the green-eyed old man.

Lu Xiaotian's footsteps moved slightly, and he followed behind the green-eyed old man and the yin-yang lame monster unhurriedly. Walking through this tall and towering mountain shade tree for a while, you can see all kinds of evil monsters or ghouls from time to time.

It didn't take long before they came to the cave-like entrance. The black air in the cave is lingering, the wind is gusty, and there is a bone-piercing chill. Even Lu Xiaotian can't help but feel the chill. This chill is not just an ordinary cold, but also has bursts of evil spirits. It seems that it is constantly drilling into the bones.

Even the Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to last long in this ancient tomb.

The green-eyed old man and the yin-yang cripple entered the cave entrance in a flash. Lu Xiaotian hesitated for a moment and followed them.

The green-eyed old man and the yin-yang cripple looked at each other, seeing that Lu Xiaotian didn't show any reluctance on his face, and followed in directly, he couldn't help being a little surprised. There is an evil spirit in this ancient tomb, and the two of them are very clear about the oppression of ordinary human monks. But all the monks of the human race who entered here must have the treasure body of the most masculine and the most powerful, so that they can walk freely in this ancient tomb without ancestors. The unidentified monk in front of him showed no signs of using any treasures.

"This human monk is very evil. He is clearly not a great monk, but he can easily block the two of us joining forces, and he entered the periphery of the ancient tomb, and there is no sign of using a psychic weapon. Rotten corpse, you see Is there a way to get out of this guy?" The yin-yang lame monster secretly sent a sound transmission to the green-eyed old man.

"I can't see that he can block the attack of the two of us. In addition to his own pure mana, it also has a great relationship with his psychic magic weapon. It is too strong for the two of us, especially The silver light emitted by those dozens of silver leaves can subdue demons and suppress ghosts. But from my point of view, that set of psychic tools seems to be a bit weak in succession, and it should not be fully refined yet."

The green-eyed old man said in a serious tone, "If we really want to fight, the two of us may not be able to win this person even if we pay some price."

"Forget it, this person's skills are too powerful for the two of us to restrain, and I'm afraid the gain will not be worth the loss if we forcefully take this person down. Besides, compared with the treasures in the ancient tomb, we should give up the light and take the more important. He takes him The treasures of the Buddha family, the left and right have little conflict with our interests." Yin Yin lamely said strangely.

"Forget it, it depends on his performance later on. If he fails in the ancient tomb, the old man will have no choice but to turn him into a rotting corpse and slowly absorb the delicious corpse energy." The green-eyed old man laughed strangely.

"The three of us joined hands. Although we dare not say that we are unscrupulous in this ancient tomb, at least there are not many things to be afraid of. There is also great hope for obtaining a few treasures." The yin-yang lame monster said coldly, " Green-eyed monster, if you just want to live with a few rotting corpses, I can't accompany you, of course, after the treasure is taken, if you can do anything to get this person, I won't spoil your good deed, how about it?"

"Forget it, as you say." The green-eyed old man froze in his heart, secretly thinking that the yin-yang lame monster is not on the same path as him, and he has to rely on himself at critical moments.

When the green-eyed old man and the yin-yang crippled man communicated secretly, the three of them had already entered the cave respectively.

There are strange rocks in the cave, and from time to time you can see solitary tombs overgrown with black grass, poisonous flowers and other messy monster grass in the gloomy black mist. Most of the solitary tombs have a large or small hole, and the inside is dark and gloomy, as if the original buried objects in the tomb have been broken out of the tomb, which adds a bit of horror.

Of course, these have little impact on Nascent Soul monks. If you can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, how can you be affected by this foreign object? It's just that the atmosphere is a little depressing.

Scattered graves, some with blue stone monuments, the handwriting on the grassland has long been blurred, some of the graves are entwined with black demon snakes, or one-horned demon crows haunt the demon grass lightly.

The three of them circled around like this. Lu Xiaotian was very patient, and he didn't ask each other what was going on, but carefully wrote down the paths they passed. Worried about getting lost.

"Gugua——" After several hours, an extremely hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded.

"The falcon came out, and the entrance to the tomb appeared." The voices of the green-eyed old man and the yin-yang cripple who led Lu Xiaotian around for several hours were filled with joy.

"Kaka."

The unpleasant cry of the falcon fell, and the sound of a stone door opening came to everyone's ears like a saw. Looking from a distance, amidst the tumbling gloomy black air, there is a tomb that is much larger than other solitary tombs. The huge stone tablet is several feet high, and the rattling sound is caused by the movement of the stone tablet. After the tombstone was removed, there was a slap on the ground, and a large amount of turbid yin and phosphorous fire gushed out from inside.

"I didn't expect that it was the turbid yin phosphorus fire that appeared this time. It seems that the two of us will not be relaxed." The yin-yang lame monster said with a slightly dignified expression.

"Is this the so-called entrance to the ancient tomb?" Lu Xiaotian asked, looking at the turbid phosphorous fire that kept gushing out from behind the tombstone.

"This is a necessary battle to enter the ancient tomb. Every time you enter the ancient tomb, there will be more or less obstacles, but this time it is a little trickier. If fellow Taoists find it difficult, we can look for it again." Yin Yang said the lame monster.

"We have been circling in and out of this ancient tomb for decades. It will take at least a few months to find it again. If you are unlucky, it may be possible in a year or two. You have this patience, but I don't. "The green-eyed old man shook his head.

"If that's the case, then go in. If you don't pay at that time, just get out." Hearing the words of the green-eyed old man, and seeing the face of the yin-yang cripple, Lu Xiaotian knew that the words of the green-eyed old man were probably true.

"This fellow Taoist has already opened his mouth, lame monster, don't dawdle." The green-eyed old man urged, and then he moved, and he had already reached the tombstone, "The old man takes a step first."

"Fellow Daoist, be careful. It's good that your strength is intact. If the situation is not right, this green-eyed monster likes to enjoy it after turning people or monsters into rotting corpses. The stronger the corpse, the more this old monster likes it." After the yin-yang lame monster transmitted the sound to Lu Xiaotian, it had already submerged into the turbid phosphorous fire behind the tombstone.