Qin Lang put away the white bone pen and rushed forward with a knife. The skeleton shot at Qin Lang with a shot. Qin Lang used his flexible body technique to avoid the shot. He pulled the distance between him and the skeleton and slashed the skeleton's cervical spine. He raised his hand and fell to the skeleton's cervical spine. The skeleton's cervical spine was cut off and his head fell to the ground.

At this time, the other six skeletons jumped down from the entrance of the cave one after another, surrounding Qin Lang. These skeletons had strong combat power and had an absolute advantage in number. They trapped Qin Lang when they rushed forward. Qin Lang didn't even have time to wave his knife. His arms were grabbed by two skeletons, one left and one right, and his legs were hugged by two other skeletons.

A skeleton grabbed his head from right in front, and the skeleton behind him raised a sharp knife and stabbed it in from his neck. The blade slid evenly downward, breaking Qin Lang's armor barrier, exposing the thick white bones.

The skeleton who grabbed Qin Lang's head grabbed the blade behind his neck with both hands and began to peel off the human skin from Qin Lang's body.

Qin Lang finished crying inwardly, and now he was disintegrated by these skeletons.

The skeleton took off the human skin on his head, then grabbed Qin Lang's bare skull, and suddenly twisted his hands hard.

Snap.

He actually pulled Qin Lang's head down and threw it on the ground. Qin Lang's head just fell on the feet of a skeleton. The skeleton raised his leg and kicked it. Qin Lang could see clearly, but couldn't avoid it. He was kicked away by the bone's big foot. In the past, he only heard people say harsh words and pulled their head down as a ball. This really happened to him.

The world in front of Qin Lang was spinning, his head rolled to the wall, and the white fox quietly slipped out, holding Qin Lang's head and dragging it carefully towards the entrance of the hole. The bare skull was not easy to get off his mouth, so he could only bite his jawbone.

Qin Lang was quite grateful to the white fox, but it was meaningless to do so. He had no body left. It was meaningless to live on a bare skull alone.

Seeing that the six skeletons were still peeling off there, all the bones on the upper body were exposed, Qin Lang felt for the first time that even the white bones were good, and they were better than not.

The two skeletons exerted force at the same time, dismantling Qin Lang's arms. Although it was not painful to see others dismembering him.

His arm was thrown out, and Qin Lang saw the green light flashing on his left arm, and the white bone pen was still embedded in the bone. If he had the chance, he would definitely fight back and let the six skeletons break into pieces.

Qin Lang looked at the left arm that flew out, fantasizing about the scene of himself killing.

The left arm that was thrown out suddenly turned around in the air with Qin Lang's thoughts, flew back again, and punched hard on the back of the head of the skeleton who was peeling off.

The skeleton was stunned by the punch. Looking back, the right arm that fell on the ground quickly crawled with five white boned fingers, picked up a spear from the ground and threw it out.

The spear hit the butterfly bone of the skeleton, and the throwing power was extremely great. The impact force flew out with the skeleton and fell heavily to the ground.

All five skeletons were confused and had never seen such a scene before.

Qin Lang had never seen it before. He didn't expect that he could command his arms and raise his right foot to kick the skeleton hard in the face when he was in a different place.

The left and right arm returned at an astonishing speed and launched a crazy attack on the five skeletons, which made the five skeletons even more confused. The two long legs actually ran away with the man who had just been stripped half.

He picked up a short knife with his right arm and shot the five skeletons wildly. It was responsible for attacking and his left arm was responsible for sneak attacking. The five skeletons that he killed for a while were in a hurry. He had never seen such a scene in his previous life, and he could attack without his body.

The sword light danced wildly, cutting off the cervical spine of five skeletons one after another.

The thighs and body had already escaped to the stone cave. The white fox just dragged Qin Lang's head in. When he saw his thighs, he wanted to get in by himself, but his hip bones were stuck.

Then he successfully killed the enemy's arms, moved his five fingers on the ground, and came to the lower limbs. He dismantled his lower body together, threw it into the cave, and then came through the cave.

Qin Lang was a little amused. If he had not been dismembered and broken into pieces in this way, it would have been difficult to come in through this small hole.

The white fox Xuewu dragged Qin Lang's head to his neck and put it on his neck. A white light lit up where he touched it. Xuewu began to spend his true energy to connect the bones of Qin Lang.

The various parts of Qin Lang's body were reunited again.

Xue Wu said: "You try to move."

Qin Lang moved his arms, as if there was no difference from before. He carefully raised his head, stood up from the ground, and put the armor barrier on again. The white fox wanted to help him repair the broken part, but his two furry ears suddenly stood up and said vigilantly: "Oh no, someone is here again." He led Qin Lang into the corridor ahead.

The ghost craftsman Xiao opened the wall like a dead leaf slowly falling from the cave. Seeing the scattered white bones, he couldn't help but frown, his expression seemed even more miserable. He dispatched seven powerful skeletons, but unexpectedly he was all wiped out by Qin Lang.

Where is the bone mastiff?

The ghost craftsman's eyes fell on a small pile of bones in the corner of the wall. Did the dead rat's broken bones? Walked over and picked up a skull from it. The ghost craftsman still identified from the appearance that this was the remains of the bone mastiff. Qin Lang could actually use spells? This bone mastiff was obviously hit by the bone shrinkage spell. How did it do a skeleton?

The dry hand was clenched tightly. The ghost craftsman heard the sound of the skull breaking in his palm, let go of his hand, and the broken bones fell like quicksand.

The deep eyes locked the small hole.

Qin Lang and the white fox entered the main tomb chamber. Although it was the main tomb chamber, there was no coffin.

In the middle is an altar where a white-haired old man sat cross-legged. The old man was Su Yangxiu, the first-ranked senior brother among the seventy-two disciples of Li Kongshan.

After Li Kongshan ascended, he guarded the tomb of clothes in the stone house outside. Thirty years ago, Su Yangxiu knew that his life had ended, so he entered the tomb of clothes in the tomb of clothes in the early stage. Although he had been dead for thirty years, his face still remained unchanged and was lifelike.

He crossed his knees, and a rusty iron sword was placed horizontally on his knees.

Behind him was a portrait of Li Kongshan, and Li Kongshan's clothes were placed on the altar.

Qin Lang secretly wondered in his heart that Li Kongshan was not dead, so why should he build a tomb here? It was said that it was Li Kongshan's tomb, but it finally turned into Su Yangxiu's tomb. Looking around, there was no place to hide in the main tomb room.

The white fox said, "My benefactor, that painting."

Qin Lang walked over and uncovered Li Kongshan's painting. There was a cave hidden behind it. The cave was not formed naturally at first glance, but should have been excavated by man. It was probably someone came in through this robbery hole to rob the tomb.

The white fox jumped into the thief hole, and Qin Lang followed her and crawled in.

The ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi entered the main tomb and saw Su Yangxiu's body. He sighed and said, "You are loyal to Li Kongshan. In the end, you have not abandoned you, nor have you passed on the "Tongyou True Sutra" to you. You poor worm, you will still stay here to protect his ragged clothes after your death."

Walking up to the altar, looking at the portrait of Li Kongshan: "Scammer, you are a liar who deceives the world and steals his reputation."

He reached out to reveal Li Kongshan's portrait, but felt a chill in his heart. He looked down and saw a piece of rusty sword tip appearing from his chest, and blood flowing along the sword tip.

The ghost craftsman Xiao Kaibi screamed in panic. He rushed forward and pulled down Li Kongshan's portrait. The blood soon dyed the portrait red. Li Kongshan, who was regarded as a god by the world, fell into a pool of blood.

The hole hidden behind the portrait was exposed.

Su Yangxiu pulled out the bloody rusty iron sword and observed Xiao Kaibi expressionlessly. Xiao Kaibi struggled in the pool of blood. He never expected that Su Yangxiu, who had been dead for thirty years, would suddenly be resurrected.

Su Yangxiu's right arm shook, and a red flame of light quickly spread from the hilt to the sword edge. He let go of the hilt, and the iron sword rose with his eyes, spinning wildly in the flames, turning faster and faster. He could no longer see the shape of the iron sword, but only a black shadow was seen, and in the end it turned into a ball of black gas that was constantly deforming.

Guijian Xiao Kaibi felt a heat surging in his chest, and blood spurted out from his chest, and blood mist shot into the air, mixed with the red flames, becoming redder and redder, like a burning ball of fire.

The rusty iron sword was reborn in the trial of blood and fire. The blade emitted light again, and its length began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a three-inch-long ink-colored sword.

Xiao Kaibi looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. He felt an irresistible pressure in the air. Such a powerful pressure was only felt in front of the sect leader Yue Yangtian. Su Yangxiu was like this sword. After thirty years of dormant, he was finally reborn.

Xiao Kaibi felt only fear, and this sword was made with his own blood.

The blood stopped ejecting, and the red light surrounding the sword dimmed. The ink-colored sword slowly came to Xiao Kaibi and hovered behind his ears.

The cold sword tip touched Xiao Kaibi's skin. Xiao Kaibi's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss showed a panic expression. He finally realized what Su Yangxiu wanted to do and said in a trembling voice: "No..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't make a sound, and an invisible hand seemed to cover his mouth.
Chapter completed!