The surface of the sour river at the bottom of the stone chamber slowly rose up. Yi Tian observed that according to the current travel speed, he was afraid that the river water below the other side would not cross the bridge deck before he could reach the current speed.

After receiving Yi Tian's voice transmission, He Weiming suddenly looked embarrassed on his face, and then reached out to drag the treasure hunter to give it a quick guide. The three of them moved more than twice as fast as they were busy, and they were busy and sweating profusely at every fork intersection.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the focus could be seen in front of the three of them, but the river water below had risen to less than a foot.

Just as Yi Tian felt that his chances of winning were about to reach the end, He Weiming, who was leading the way in front, stopped at the fork intersection. Yi Tian hurriedly walked up and asked in confusion: "What's going on with Fellow Daoist He?"

After saying that, he saw the treasure hunter in his palm suddenly curled up in a ball and shivering constantly. No matter how He Weiming comforted it, he could not calm his terrified expression.

A little Chi He Weiming showed helpless expression on his face: "I don't know what happened. The treasure hunter suddenly seemed to have a huge threat, but it seems that nothing else appears except the sour water below.

As they were talking, a shadow swam past the stone pillar where the three of them were, their spiritual sense and their keenness immediately realized something was wrong. Then they hurriedly took out their spiritual weapons and formed a ball to defend themselves.

With a "puff", the shadow poked out from the green sour river, and a poisonous dragon more than ten feet long surfaced.

When he saw the three of them, he immediately roared, and then he opened his mouth and shot a green water arrow at the location where the three of them were.

"It's poisonous and dissipate quickly," Yi Tian didn't dare to take it head-on. He Weiming pointed out and then pulled away on the narrow stone pillar platform and dodged.

He Weiming pointed his hands at his clone, and saw the two figures overlapping instantly, then jumped into the air to avoid the venom.

After leaping up like this, He Weiming seemed to have touched the restriction formation in the air. The originally hanging stalactites from the stone chamber fell down irregularly. If they still flew in the air, they would definitely be hit by the sudden falling stalactites on their heads.

"Fellow Daoist He, let's take a gamble," said Yi Tian, ​​regardless of whether there was any guidance from the treasure hunting rat, rushed towards the right passage closest to him, based on his own feelings.

After walking up, Yi Tian would give up a divine thought to stare at the poisonous dragon in case it takes another move, but he rushed forward without stopping.

He Weiming was also a thief. He knew that it was inconvenient to compete at this time, and it was the right way to escape. He immediately sacrificed two sword lights from behind and shot at the poisonous dragon. Then he turned his head and ran not far away after Queen Yi Tian.

The actions of the two of them seemed to have completely angered the poisonous dragon. Only a dull dragon roar was heard from its mouth and retreated into the entire stone chamber.

At the same time, the stalactites above fell in large areas under the influence of the dragon's roar. The stones that fell into the sour river for a while caused waves more than three meters high. The chain passages in some places were directly covered by the green sour river water. After the river water fell, the chain passages were left with stone slabs that were corroded and riddled with holes.

Yi Tian’s divine thoughts found that almost all of them were corroded through, but the chains did not change after being poured into the sour river.

After running for more than ten breaths, he saw that the passage in front of him had just been washed by the river. Yi Tian hurriedly reminded: "Fellow Daoist He walked along the chain." After saying that, he raised the protective cover and pulled the chains on both sides with his hands, and his feet stepped on the chains below and walked forward.

After walking for a while, I saw a hole suddenly cracked on the passage that had been washed by the river, and then the stone slabs fell down in large pieces.

Yi Tian didn't care about these things and ran forward desperately. Seeing that there was only ten feet away from the final passage, he suddenly heard He Weiming screaming after being released: "Fellow Daoist Yi be careful."

When I looked up, I suddenly looked a little horrified on my face. It turned out that a large piece of stone stalactite fell from the top of the stone chamber. I saw it sink into the river water below, and then a four-meter-high wave was stirred up to cover Yi Tian's head directly.

Yi Tian couldn't escape in such a small space. After careful look, he had to grit his teeth and open the protective shield to the maximum, and then take out the ice crystal shield and press it on his head.

After doing this, it was not enough and then he started to sacrifice Jin Yang's body technique. Suddenly, a faint golden light appeared on his skin. As soon as he was ready, the huge wave came to his head and swallowed Yi Tian's figure directly.

He Weiming only felt a shock in his heart. The sour water from head to toe was enough to be poured from head to toe. After a breath, a trace of golden light shone slightly in the huge green wave, and it was not extinguished from beginning to end.

After the huge wave passed, a golden figure appeared. At this time, Yi Tian felt a burning feeling all over his body. The coefficients on the ice crystal shield on his hand were corroded into a pothole, which was probably impossible to use anymore.

However, my protective cover was corroded after about three breaths. Xin Hao also had physical skills to protect her body, so she could withstand it even with the sour water.

However, the feeling of burning around was real. Yi Tian immediately used his skills to remove all the remaining acid slurry water on his body, and then rushed straight towards the direction of the focus in three or two steps.

He Weiming, not far behind, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not relaxed at this time. Although he was not covered by the sour water, the attack of the poisonous dragon not far behind was real.

He Weiming did not do anything to let Yi Tian arrive at the finish line first. He didn't think about how the poisonous dragon he put later attacked, and he didn't fight back at all. He increased his speed to the fastest and ran up on those chains as fast as possible.

After a while, Yi Tian arrived at the finish line. After the two of them crawled into the passage in front of them, they heard the poisonous dragon roaring in the river.

But it seems to be restricted and cannot enter the passage.

Yi Tian and He Weiming ignored so much and walked in the passage for a while to the next stone chamber before stopping to take a breath. Then they took out some pills to replenish the consumed spiritual power before preparing to continue walking down.

Suddenly, He Weiming showed a look of horror on his face and pointed at the black shadow on the wall not far ahead and said, "Fellow Daoist Yi, who is this?"

Yi Tian was just focusing on restoring his spiritual power and didn't care much about it. In addition, he just escaped from the previous danger and did not realize that something was wrong with this stone chamber.

Looking in the direction of He Weiming's finger, his face changed several times. There was a shriveled corpse on the wall in front of him, and there was a nail more than one foot long inserted in the heart.

And this mummy obviously has six arms and three heads. Yi Tian blurted out and said, "It's Luo Que, why did he die here?"

"If fellow Taoist Yi proves that he can confirm his identity, then Qian Lingzi won back then, and we might face him directly next," He Weiming said angrily.

Yi Tian stood in front of Luo Que's corpse and looked at it for a long time. He muttered: "There is no reason. Luo Que's cultivation is one level higher than Qian Lingzi. This is not the difference between the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul, but the gap between the transformation and the dispersion of the gods. Even after being suppressed by the power of the interface in this world, Luo Que still has an overwhelming advantage."

I walked up and looked at the corpse carefully, and saw a dead aura all over my body. My skin had completely become stiff, and there were some traces of blood drying in my seven orifices. But I was amazed in my heart that Luo Que's corpse could still be preserved so well after three thousand years.

The drilled nail on his chest was not an ordinary person. The first half was soaked in the blood in Luoque's body, but there was no rust on it. Moreover, the pattern on the drilled nail was something Yi Tian had never seen before. After searching the spiritual world texts that he had learned in his mind, he was surprised to find that the pattern of the painted nail did not belong to any of them.

However, the spiritual weapon emits a simple and cold aura, and you can tell at a glance that it is definitely not the masterpiece of the righteous master.

However, He Weiming, who was on the side, looked carefully and showed a solemn look on his face. Then he focused his eyes on the nail drilled nail, but he couldn't help but stretched forward to try to pull it out.

"Fellow up with Fellow Daoist He," Yi Tian suddenly shouted in his mouth.

He Weiming was stunned and stopped and said apologetically: "Fellow Daoist Yi, I am attracted by this magic weapon and was confused for a while."

"You said this drilling nail is a magic weapon?" Yi Tian said with a little doubt on his face.

He Weiming nodded and turned to a serious look: "The pattern on this object is a text from the Demon Spirit World. I was fortunate to find some records in the remains on the Tianlan Continent and studied them for a while."

It's no wonder that this is how Yi Tian turned his eyes and glanced at He Weiming and his clone immediately understood what he said. Then he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist He, please help me solve my doubts, why is this digging nail so powerful that even the powerful Luoque in the upper realm can be nailed to death."

He Weiming reached out and pointed to the drilling nail and said, "This thing is indeed a magic weapon, and it can be regarded as an intermediate magic weapon. If you want to activate it, I guess Qian Lingzi can probably sacrifice it by using the method of blood refining."

Yi Tian nodded and replied: "That's true. It is the most direct way to use the blood refining method for those spiritual weapons that cannot be fully sacrificed, but it is not expensive. If this magic weapon cannot absorb enough spiritual blood, it will be useless. Qian Lingzi will probably consume a lot of blood in order to drive this drilling nail."

"It's true that he is afraid that he will not be able to feel good about it," He Weiming stretched out his hand and pointed at Luo Que's corpse and said, "Fellow Daoist Yi, have you noticed the difference in this corpse?

After this question, Yi Tian sacrificed his divine thoughts again and carefully swept over the corpse, then gradually frowned on his forehead. After a while, he turned to He Weiming and said, "There are no other scars on the corpse except this one, as if he had no power to fight back after being hit."

He Weiming showed a look of approval on his face and said, "That's true, did Fellow Daoist Yi think of something?"

"There must be hidden in this," Yi Tian said decisively: "Even our monks can be prepared for the sneak attack from the magic weapon, and there will definitely be traces of resistance around them. Otherwise, there should be other defensive scars on their bodies, and they will never be hit by a single blow in the heart, unless it is."

"Unless it was done intentionally," He Weiming said.

"Impossible," Yi Tian exclaimed: "Will Luo Que seek death?"

"I think it's not just not seeking death, but a completely opposite way of life."

Yi Tian looked surprised and said, "Then what is the plan for fellow Taoist Luo Que?"

He Weiming also looked confused and looked at it. He walked up to check Luo Que's body and the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper. He turned his head and opened his mouth a little later, "I couldn't guess it out, I just felt that there was a reason for it, and it would definitely not be such a simple matter."

After hearing this, Yi Tian knew that he didn't get much information about it, so he could only continue to investigate for the current plan. Anyway, Qian Lingzi won the game and was in the depths of the next channel.

When he walked forward, he was about to put away Luo Que's corpse, he suddenly said, "How about Fellow Daoist Yi want that magic weapon?"

Yi Tian twitched his mouth and then stretched out his hand to signal him to take it out. He Weiming's clone walked forward and then kept forming seals with his hands, then wrapped a black demonic energy around his hand and slowly pinched the back half of the drilling nail and pulled it out with force.

When the magic weapon was pulled out, only a "crack" sound was heard, and then a drilling nail about one foot long appeared in front of Yi Tian. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by the magic weapon, the level of this object is almost the same as that of a pure spirit bottle.

After He Weiming's clone put away the magic weapon, Yi Tian turned around and looked at Luo Que's corpse. He saw that his whole body shrank like a breath. The spiritual power in the flesh and blood of the corpse was absorbed by the core nail coefficient and left only a skin-bone skeleton.

But Luo Que's three heads were still well preserved, and the face on his face could still be seen clearly. His three heads were unkempt and showed a fierce look. He glanced past his eyes and could clearly distinguish the difference between the three heads of killing, bloodthirsty and violent.

After comparing with his Dharma body statue, Yi Tian felt something was wrong as he looked at it. Later, he blurted out: "The body of Luoque is not actually Niwan Palace."

He Weiming, who was beside him, suddenly felt a drop of cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly walked up to check the condition of the three poems. A sudden look also showed an incredible look on his face and said, "That's true, can he escape from the Nascent Soul and take over the Qianlingzi?"

"There is a possibility, but we can't infer the secrets of the God Transformation and God Dislocation Period by guessing it. However, I think this matter is becoming more and more interesting, but there seems to be some medium missing in it and it will not be able to connect them all for a while," Yi Tian said slowly.
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