"Senior, please give me some advice!"

Walking in front of Lu You, Luo Zhan cupped his hands and said.

Lu You smiled, raised the soul mirror in his hand, and shot out a ray of clear light.

Unlike the Holy Son of the Maitreya Cult, Luo Zhan focuses on defense, but instead focuses on offense. The moment the mirror light came out, Luo Zhan grasped the long knife behind his back.

The moment he held the long sword, Luo Zhan's aura suddenly changed, from the previous indifference to domineering and arrogant.

"cut"

The next moment, the long sword was unsheathed, and the terrifying and domineering power of the sword filled the void. If the sky wants to stop me, then open the sky. If the earth stops me, then open the earth.

Looking into the soul mirror, every life is drowned by the terrifying and domineering sword light.

"Concession!"

After one strike, Luo Zhan put the sword into its sheath, turned around and walked back.

When the sword light dissipated, the ground was already in a mess, with criss-crossing knife marks everywhere.

"What a domineering swordsmanship."

Ye Qing swallowed his saliva. Luo Zhan's sword skills could not be said to be very exquisite, but his unrivaled domineering momentum and sword intent were particularly frightening.

"Amitabha, little donor Luo has mastered the three flavors of his sword, and his future is limitless." Xiao Maitreya praised sincerely.

"Haha... average, average." Hong Jianglong laughed loudly, humbly speaking, but his face almost didn't say he was ranked third in the world.

"Qingfeng, you go."

"good."

A woman walked out of the crowd. The woman was wearing a purple outfit, her hair was tied back like a man's. She looked like a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. She was not a man, but more like a man.

A woman named Qing Feng walked up to Lu You and bowed her hands.

Lu You also raised the soul mirror in his hand and looked at Qing Feng.

"boom……"

Facing the mirror light, Qing Feng raised his eyebrows and took a step forward. A layer of purple light filled his eyes. A terrifying aura filled the void. A virtual figure wearing a dragon robe and a sun-moon crown appeared on his head.

Shadows appear between heaven and earth.

The moment the emperor's shadow appeared, everyone felt a burst of pressure and fear, like ants facing the power of heaven, unable to think of any resistance.

"The Emperor's Qi-Wang Jue...could she be..." Xiao Maitreya finally had a hint of surprise on his smiling face.

"Hey, bald donkey, just see through it and don't tell it. You just know it in your heart. Don't say it. Don't say it." Hong Jianglong hurriedly interrupted Xiao Maitreya.

"boom……"

On the other side, Qing Feng punched out, and the phantom of the Emperor in the air was also punched down. The soul-reflecting mirror light was shattered by the punch, and then the punch continued to hit Lu You.

A trace of surprise flashed in Lu You's eyes, as if he didn't expect that the person in front of him only used one move to not only block his soul-reflecting mirror light, but also have the energy to counterattack.

Lu You gently raised the wooden staff in his hand and knocked it on the ground. The golden boy on the antlers grinned, and a pale flame surged out of the paper lantern in his hand. The flames spread their teeth and claws, like an evil ghost, and even gave out a strange and unruly smile.

The sound was wrapped around the falling fist.

The next moment, the fist melted, and then the pale flames spread along the arms and arms to the whole body of the emperor's shadow. In the blink of an eye, the emperor's shadow disappeared, leaving only the pale flames filling the void, rolling like clouds.

"Thank you, senior, for showing mercy."

Qing Feng hurriedly raised his hand, a little scared in his heart, but he didn't expect Lu You's strength to be so strong.

Lu You smiled slightly and knocked the ground again with the wooden stick in his hand. The pale flame in the air changed and condensed into a white paper lantern. A wisp of pale flame burned in the lantern and fell into Qing Feng's hand.

"this……"

Qing Feng looked at the white paper lantern in his hand, feeling a little confused.

"Qing Feng, why don't you thank Senior Lu You quickly? This white paper lamp contains Senior Lu You's soul-lighting ghost fire. It can protect you from the harassment of some weird or ghosts at the burial place.

It’s less dangerous.” Hong Jianglong smiled.

"Thank you, senior." Qing Feng understood, thanked Lu You, and returned to Hong Jianglong.

"There is such an operation. Sure enough, geniuses are given preferential treatment wherever they go." Not only Ye Qing, but also the Holy Son of Maitreya Sect and Luo Zhan looked at Qing Feng with some envy.

Eat lemon!

After Qing Feng, the remaining three people brought by Hong Jianglong, two men named Gao Ning'an and Ge Xin, and a woman named Sui Yan, all also accepted the test one after another.

Although the strength of the three of them is not weak, compared to Qing Feng, Luo Zhan, and Maitreya Holy Son, they are obviously inferior. They only narrowly passed Lu You's test.

"Okay, you can go in."

After the three people passed the test, Hong Jianglong warned everyone: "Remember, there are three taboos in the burial place: first, do not destroy anything in the cemetery; second, where the opportunity lies, there will be nothing.

Otherwise, don’t force it; thirdly, you must leave the cemetery before dawn, otherwise you will not be able to get out.”

"In addition, the cemetery is very dangerous. There are all kinds of strange things and strange things. Remember to be careful."

"Yes!" Luo Zhan, Qing Feng and the other five nodded.

"And you remember..." Hong Jianglong continued to urge.

"Ahem... Donor Hong, the place of burial is hidden in the day and night. If you keep talking like this, they won't have to go in." Xiao Maitreya looked at Hong Jianglong who was talking endlessly and couldn't help but laugh.

Broken road.

Why didn't I notice that you, Hong Jianglong, were so verbose before? You looked like a girl.

"Haha... The two of us are not going in. Let's talk to them more, lest they lose their lives in confusion. I am doing this for their own good." Hong Jianglong laughed.

"But sir, you have already told us this before." Luo Zhan said helplessly.

"Why, you're not willing anymore for your own good!" Hong Jianglong glared at Luo Zhan, waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Go away, go away, you don't want to hear it, why don't I want to talk about it?"

Luo Zhan: "..." Don't want to say that you have been nagging for so long?

"Sir, Master, let's go in first."

Luo Zhan and Qing Feng bowed their hands to Hong Jianglong and walked into the cemetery. The Holy Son of Maitreya also nodded to them and turned around to leave.

After the six people left, Ye Qing also bowed his hand to Hong Jianglong to express his gratitude.

He has now guessed that the words Hong Jianglong told Luo Zhan and Qingfeng and the others were probably meant for him.

Xiao Maitreya accidentally said before that Hong Jianglong was from Jing'an Division. Based on Hong Jianglong's attitude and behavior towards him, the other party may have guessed his identity, so he went on and on and gave him some knowledge.

The place of burial, lest he lose his life in a daze.

Of course, it's also possible that Hong Jianglong is really a man with a aunt's heart and likes to be verbose, but that's okay.

No matter what, what the other party said was of great help to him, so he had to thank him for his affection and reason.

After the ceremony, Ye Qing followed Luo Zhan, Qing Feng, and Maitreya Son and walked towards the cemetery.

"Hong Jianglong, those words you just said were to that young man, right?" Looking at several people entering the cemetery, Xiao Maitreya said.

Hong Jianglong pretended to be confused and said: "Is there any? Haha, just say so!"

Laughing Maitreya smiled and was nonplussed by Hong Jianglong's pretense.

"Hey, someone is here." Hong Jianglong turned to look outside and changed the subject: "There are still a lot of them?"

"The place of burial is where the fate of the Demon Grave lies. I just hope there will be less bloodshed then!" Xiao Maitreya said with emotion.

"Life or death is a matter of fate. If you are afraid of death, don't come." Hong Jianglong curled his lips, then chuckled and said, "By the way, Bald Donkey, do you want to get rich?" Xiao Maitreya looked at Hong Jianglong's mysterious look and said,

Explained: "How to get rich?"

Hong Jianglong said: "It's like this. You see, when Luo Zhan and the others come out later, there will definitely be some people with evil intentions who want to pick peaches. When the mantises are stalking the cicadas, we can just have an oriole behind them. No,

Will you get rich?"

Xiao Maitreya gave Hong Jianglong a strange look, "This is not like you. When did your brain become so dirty?"

"Amitabha, isn't this bad?"

"What's wrong? Some people are greedy. Who can they blame? Moreover, those who come are not good and good people will not come. Most of these people are people who have done no evil. Killing them can be regarded as doing justice for heaven and the people.

The harm is eliminated.”

Hong Jianglong shrugged: "We are doing good things."

Xiao Maitreya asked suspiciously: "When did you become so... scheming?" Such shameless words came from the mouth of a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes in a serious manner, which simply subverted his imagination.

Hong Jianglong, you have really changed, you are no longer the Tiehanhan you were before.

"Do you know how to speak? What is scheming? This is wisdom, okay? I learned it from a very interesting junior." Hong Jianglong looked at Xiao Maitreya with disdain: "Also, don't pretend to be like me here.

Seriously, I know exactly what kind of thing you are, you probably do this kind of thing a lot, let’s go!”

"Amitabha, Hong Jianglong, you can eat food randomly, but you can't talk nonsense."

"Just think I'm talking nonsense, let's go, bald donkey!"

…

As soon as he entered the cemetery, Ye Qing felt a sense of coldness and oppression.

The cold tombstones stood there, like strong men, staring at them coldly, making people shudder.

"Venerable Chiyang..."

"Old Man Huangsha..."

"The evil ghost that swallows the sky..."

"Zhao Wuji's Sword Qi Baili..."

"Catch the clouds, take the moon, and step into the spring..."

"Wu Chunhua, the evil-minded mother-in-law...Jiejie...this old woman has eaten thousands of human hearts in her life, and they are all delicious. Wonderful, wonderful..."

"Seven Killers, Seven Killers, Ruthless... I started practicing martial arts at the age of five, started training at the age of ten, and challenged heroes from all sects at the age of fifteen, but none of them were my rivals, and my fame spread all over the world; after I turned twenty, I traveled around the world,

Practice Baijiaquan, practice Qianjiawu, meet all kinds of people, and create the Seven Kills Ruthless Boxing; after the age of thirty, challenge the world's masters, without defeat, lonely, lonely; after the age of forty, create the Seven Kills Sect, and move the sect

After destroying the sect, he dominated a place and was powerful in the world; after the age of fifty, he felt that it was difficult to improve his boxing skills, and he felt that power, wealth and beautiful women were like passing clouds, so he drove himself out of the family and played in the world.

…After I turn a hundred years old, I will look for the devil’s grave and bury myself here. I will live a wonderful life and die happily, with no complaints or regrets!”

…

Some of these tombstones have no words, some simply have a name engraved on them, some have a simple title and name, and some are full of glorious deeds throughout their lives, whether they have words, no words, or many words.

Well, every tombstone contains a powerful aura and power.

Or like the sun shining across the sky, shining thousands of miles away;

Or the cold moon hangs in the sky, and frost sprinkles the heaven and earth;

Or the sword energy is unparalleled and the mind reaches the nine heavens;

Or he is arrogant and wanton because of the flash of swords;

Or like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with demonic energy rising into the sky;

Or it may be sinister and treacherous, with evil intentions;

…

Through the tombstones, one can vaguely see the masters who were either arrogant, arrogant, wanton or unruly, dominating the world and smiling proudly in the world.

Live as a hero and laugh in the world, die as a ghost and be proud of the world!
Chapter completed!