Outside Wuxian Mountain, there is no sunlight all year round.

I don’t know since when, it has been snowing all year round in Wuxian Mountain. Apart from the biting coldness, the snow scene without sunshine is really difficult for people to have the urge to appreciate.

The cold wind blew in from the only entrance at the top of Xunhua's tomb, like a horn blowing, whining non-stop, and like the numerous bones in Xunhua's tomb, expressing unwillingness.

Fate is unwilling.

In a country of gentlemen, everyone prays for immortality, wants to change their fate against the will of heaven, and wants to break through the shackles and curses.

Now, it is in ruins.

Yu Shangrong sometimes thinks... We are all human beings, why would God treat us differently?

In order to change his destiny, he left here when he was young. With the legs of an ordinary person, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, passed through dangerous jungles, and sought spiritual practice...

He finally stood at the pinnacle of human cultivation. If he said he was not reconciled at all, he would be deceiving himself.

Woo——

The wind became stronger.

Pull him away from all kinds of thoughts.

Yu Shangrong stood up and looked around.

Looking at the ingenious design of the tomb, he shook his head repeatedly.

He walked towards the wall with the seal script "Eternal Life" engraved on it and touched it gently.

Click.

There was a crisp sound, and the word longevity protruded outward.

organ?

Dozens of hidden weapons shot out from the walls on both sides.

Yu Shangrong didn't even need to mobilize his vitality, his own instinctive body-protecting Qi could keep these hidden weapons out of him.

What a weak hidden weapon.

This is an arrowhead made by ordinary people with their hands. It is delicate, hard, small, exquisite, and full of craftsmanship. However... it is not as powerful as one ten thousandth of the power of spiritual practice.

All the hidden weapons fell to the ground.

A hidden grid appeared on the wall.

He pressed it without hesitation.

The second stone door slowly opened.

There is a circular area inside, and the light falling from above is better than outside, but there is still the whine of the wind.

After listening to it for a while, I gradually got used to the existence of the whimpering sound.

In the middle of the circular area, there is a round stone table with a brocade box placed on it. Surrounding the brocade box are dried lavender grass. It may be that it has been a long time, and only the outline of the lavender grass has long been removed.

It became a pile of rubbish.

Yu Shangrong waved his sleeves gently, the incense grass flew away and the dust dispersed.

The appearance of the brocade box appeared before my eyes.

The upper cover of the brocade box is engraved with the pattern of fumigation.

Yu Shangrong didn't think much and waved his sleeves gently.

Click——

The brocade box is opened.

There are several books and some pills in the box.

Yu Shangrong took out the book and took a casual look at it.

There is nothing special about books. They are the secret methods of practice of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

If it were shown to ordinary people, it would indeed be called a treasure, but to Yu Shangrong, it was just a pile of waste paper and garbage that could not be discerned by him.

The vitality in his palm trembled slightly, and the books turned into powder.

In the case of elixirs, the effect of the medicine has almost evaporated because it took too long.

Judging from the shape and the remaining medicine residue, these pills should be relatively low-level longevity pills. They are also of no use to him.

These things were indeed valuable to the gentlemen of the past.

I just didn't expect that it would be stored in Xunhua's tomb.

No one practices? No one takes it?

Yu Shangrong sighed softly and clapped his hands.

boom!

The brocade box fell to the ground.

A special painting fell out from the bottom of the brocade box.

Yu Shangrong's eyes fell on the painting.

To be precise, it was not a painting, but a page with various symbols engraved on it.

Yu Shangrong suddenly remembered the white paper and the task given to him by his master. The symbols on the white paper seemed to be very similar to the symbols on this page.

He took out the white paper given by his master from his arms.

Spread them out on the stone table and compare them one by one.

Many symbols are relatively similar, and a few are even the same.

There are more symbols on the paper book.

It can be seen that the contents recorded on the white paper and the paper book are different, but they are of the same style.

"Is it Master's?" Yu Shangrong felt incredible.

Why are Master's things here?

Other things are not very valuable, but this paper album must be very valuable.

Yu Shangrong looked at the symbols on it carefully and couldn't understand it at all, so he gave up.

Then fold it carefully and put it in your arms.

Being able to lie quietly in this brocade box for so many years without being affected by the weather shows that the material of this paper album is also extraordinary.

Get the paper book.

Yu Shangrong looked back at the stone gate.

"return?"

He glanced at the first stone door.

Go out of the second stone door.

A louder whine came from the wind outlet.

Yu Shangrong always felt that something was wrong, so he raised his palm, and the Hundred Calamity Cave Dark Dharmakaya appeared.

The golden lotus seat was once again infected by purple poison.

"Can't you go back?"

Yu Shangrong frowned slightly.

If there is no problem with the Dharmakaya, he can return to the Demonic Sky Pavilion within seven days by flying with all his strength.

But now... I'm afraid that the Dharmakaya will be destroyed before the halfway point.

In the wilderness, there are many ferocious beasts, and if you are not careful, you may become their food.

Without the Dharmakaya... his cultivation is only equivalent to the ninth level of body tempering. He can only do chores, but he can't rush through dangerous forest areas.

He didn't think that the luck of his youth would happen again.

At this thought, Yu Shangrong stopped and had no intention of breaking out of the door.

At that moment, he sat cross-legged, mobilized his vitality, and suppressed the infection of the purple poison... while adjusting his breath, he fell into thinking.

…

One day and one night passed in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the light above Xunhua's tomb, it means it's already dawn.

He used the Hundred Calamity Cave Dark Dharmakaya again... The purple spots did spread a little slower.

But this kind of suppression is like a chronic poison.

There is no way to continue like this...

Yu Shangrong thought of ways all night, but could not stop the infection of this poison.
To be continued...