In the cyan space, below are densely packed green lotuses, and above are endless layers of blue clouds. Sword energy spurts out from the blue clouds and green lotuses, attacking all living beings in this space indiscriminately.

Wang Jian was panting and carrying Jiang Ling, not only to avoid the sword rain from the sky, but also to guard against the sword lotus below.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you let me down. I'm seriously injured and I'm afraid I won't survive. After you get out, help me escort the Third Young Master to Tianhuo Pass."

There are several blood holes in Jiang Ling's body, and he is constantly bleeding out. Especially an immortal sword gang has suppressed his natal god.

"Shit! There's no one who can't be saved in the hands of the old man!"

Even the dead Sixth Prince can be brought back, let alone you.

Mr. Wang stuffed a few more pills into Jiang Ling's mouth: "Take care of yourself and shut up."

He observed the Green Lotus Sword Domain below and took a careful detour.

With a whooshing sound, a green lotus bloomed, and the brilliant sword energy rushed towards Mr. Wang.

He immediately threw out the fiery red pill,

Bang——

The pill collided with the sword energy in mid-air and exploded at the same time.

Just as Peng Yu guessed: Wang Lao and Jiang Ling were looking for a thousand-year-old tomb. They did not enter the tomb of General Wuma. Instead, they entered another thousand-year-old tomb under the guidance of the cliff archway.

After entering, the two of them were shocked.

This is not the tomb of a master of magical powers at all, but the tomb of a sword master. Here, there is the Qinglian Sword Domain left by the sword master. Not only Wang and Lao, Zhao Pianjiang, various masters of Tianhuo Pass and the Fourth Princess Long

All are there.

"Now I can't find the entrance I came from. If I want to get out, I have to go to the tomb at the core of the Sword Domain."

But just now, the two of them, together with General Zhao and others, broke into the main tomb area and found that the key to the tomb had been taken away. The main tomb was completely locked and could not be opened at all.

"Otherwise, we can only forcefully break this sword domain."

But Mr. Wang didn't even dare to hope that he could break the Sword Master's domain.

The word "saint" means "sage".

Whether he is a Taoist saint or a martial saint, as long as he has the word "holy" attached to him, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

"The sword tomb of Qinglian Sword Master. According to legend, he was a visitor from outside the world who fell into Dakun Tiangong and befriended the Spirit Emperor."]

The Qinglian swordsmanship was highly praised by the Spirit Emperor, who praised him as the best swordsman in the world.

"His sword tomb is left here?" Desperation rose in Mr. Wang's heart.

If you want to force your way into this sword tomb, you might have to join forces with several martial saints from the temple, right?

Just then, he saw a trace of yellow light appear in the sky.

"Could it be..."

He carried Jiangling and tried to fly into the sky.

Avoiding the sword energy one after another, he finally came to Huang Guang.

It was a piece of jade, like a plug embedded in the blue sky, incompatible with its surroundings.

Through the jade, he saw the golden skull fighting several warriors.

"Ling Tian Jiubian of the Murong family? That girl is Ni Wanru, right? Why are they here? Wait a minute -" Mr. Wang had an idea and suddenly realized: "General Wuma's tomb! There is someone in that tomb."

That's right. Why would General Wuma leave his retreat in a border area like Tianhuo Pass? Because he wants to do research here, and he is exploring the Qinglian Sword Tomb further below.

"So, this sword field is connected to the general's tomb?" Mr. Wang's eyes lit up: "As long as this seal is broken, we can enter the general's tomb and escape?

…

Wanshou Pavilion, the skeleton crushed the black ice cold air with one claw, and Murong Zheng flew out.

Then it rushed towards Ni Wanru and fought with the living people.

But what is surprising is that the skeleton never came close to Peng Yu.

Zhuan Yang, who was standing next to him, had three attacks with the skeleton, and Sun Jing blocked one attack with his protective spiritual armor. Only Peng Yu, the skeleton didn't even touch it, and kept avoiding that direction.

Sun Jing saw this and hid behind Peng Yu.

"Brother...Brother, if you have any idea, please bring it out quickly. This...this skeleton should be that of General Wuma. Let's put him to rest as soon as possible."

Giggle...

When the skeleton heard what he said, he turned to look at Sun Jing, which scared the big boy and suppressed the rest of his words.

But seeing Peng Yu, the skeleton hesitated and still did not dare to approach.

In the battlefield, Ni Wanru played the fairy harp, forming white clouds with awe-inspiring righteousness to contain the skeleton. Zhuan Yang, Murong Zheng, Baili Yun, etc. took action one after another. The Fire God Gang, Frost Xuangang, and Spirit Wind God Gang continued to weaken the skeleton's own body protection.

Jin Gang.

Sun Jing: "It's not good. As the corpse of a master of magical powers, this guy naturally carries the divine power of the fourth level. And his physical body is probably comparable to the strength of a high-grade divine weapon."

At least Zhuan Yang could only leave a shallow white mark when he slashed it with the Kaiyang Sword.

Peng Yu glanced at him: "You are also a son of a noble family, why are you so scared? Where is martial arts in your family? Go up and help."

"Me? I can't." Sun Jing immediately shook his head: "I practice miscellaneous arts and have not been liked by my father since I was a child. My martial arts cultivation is still at the level of 'cultivating vitality and nourishing qi'."

So useless?

The Sixth Prince and Zhuan Yang, two twelve-year-old children, are both in the second realm.

Peng Yu shook his head and shouted to Zhuan Yang: "Want to help?"

"No, don't come here." Zhuan Yang used a move of three yangs to activate the fire gang to form a sword formation - Lu Yan's pure yang sword formation.

The sword energy shot out in a whoosh, forcing the skeleton to retreat temporarily.

The piano tide surged, and Haoran's righteousness brushed away the outermost layer of protective golden aura.

Several other people worked together to use the magic weapon and broke the ribs on the left side of the skeleton.

Buzz-buzz-

The skeleton stopped for a moment, and then erupted into a strong, piercing sound.

"Everyone, be careful, it is attacking our spirits by vibrating our bones." Ni Wanru's face turned white, a demonic sound filled her ears, and her whole body almost fell to the ground.

Zhuanyang took the initiative to block his hearing, but the sound continued to come, causing pain in his internal organs.

"Pfft--" Murong Zheng's internal organs were shattered by bone noise, and he spurted out several mouthfuls of blood.

"This sound does not come through the ears, but through the vibration of the bones!" Zhuan Yang's face changed drastically: "Quickly retreat, leave Wanshou Pavilion first."

"No need." The five-color light lit up, the birds illuminated the pavilion, and the colorful clouds floated towards the skeleton...

In an instant, the bone chirping disappeared and the skeleton stopped moving.

Peng Yu retracted his hand and pushed away from the skeleton.

Ni Wanru took a breath and looked at the golden skull. There was a strange yellow orb in his chest.

"Corpse-suppressing beads?"

Looking at Peng Yu, the young man's face turned a little pale.

Peng Yu retreated to Zhuan Yang and silently adjusted his breathing.

Sure enough, it is still too troublesome to tear apart the magical warrior's body-protecting divine gang. There are dragons in front of me and skeletons in front of me. Even my Huntian Gang Qi can't succeed in one blow.

At the first moment when the skeleton was moving, Peng Yu secretly used the heart-picking technique to put the corpse-suppressing beads into the skeleton's chest. However, because of the strong energy protecting the body, he failed several attempts.

It wasn't until everyone tore open the protective shield that he stuffed the corpse-suppressing beads inside.

"Be careful, if my bead leaves, it will continue to move." Peng Yu said while checking the area.

Mr. Wang was on the other side of the jade wall, looking at Peng Yu slowly approaching, showing excitement.

Quick, come closer. Help me break down this jade wall.

He stared eagerly at the strange man, but Peng Yu's attention was quickly attracted to the ground.

"You all get out of the way." Peng Yu urged with his left hand, and the powerful energy from the sky lifted up the dust on the ground.

Dust was flying all over the sky, Ni Wanru took out a dust fan and swept away all the dust.

"Sir, what are you looking for?"

"Look at the ground yourself."

The floor of Wanshou Pavilion is densely engraved with small characters.

Ni Wanru lowered her head, and at that moment her mind exploded, and countless voices buzzed.

"I come from the Wuma clan, and have been loyal to the Kunwu Emperor for generations. I am now seven hundred years old, and my end is approaching..."

"I only regret that the immortality of ancient times has ended, and my life span has been shortened."

"Hate—I hate—"

"If I have another hundred years, I will surely be able to attain enlightenment and live forever."
To be continued...