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About 30,000 miles northwest of Liuyan Cave, there is an extremely small underground space, about the size of half a football field. It is surrounded by extremely hard black rocks on all sides. There is only a narrow wormhole half a foot in size that communicates with it on all sides.

To be honest, different earth veins in the underground world are squeezing and merging with each other. This kind of existence that is not considered space at all is everywhere. No living being will pay special attention to this place. In addition, the surrounding black rocks have the power to isolate spiritual thoughts.

, if the Blood Crown Snake were not trapped here, even if the Taoist passed by here, he would not take a second look.

The blue light shimmered and turned into a blue and purple figure. The Taoist glanced around and finally landed on the narrow and unusual space wormhole in front of him. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth wide and a purple gold sword flew out of his mouth. He connected with his mind.

There was no need for special instructions at all. The little sword had already understood the Taoist's intention. With a buzzing sound, the purple-gold sword light had already shot out and slashed towards the black rock in front of it.

In just half the time it took to burn the incense, the passage that was originally about half a foot had become three feet in size, and the end of the vision was pitch black.

Seeing this, the Taoist's eyebrows moved slightly, and the power of his spiritual thoughts burst out of his body, exploring the depths of the space. After a full stick of incense, his spiritual thoughts gathered together, and something strange flashed across his originally expressionless face.

Without any further hesitation, his body swayed and turned into a rainbow of light, speeding towards the depths of the cave.

In the nameless space, the blood-crowned snake at this time seemed like a wild beast that had lost its mind. Its eyes were black and red, and the snake was spitting out letters. Countless blades used the power of blood to slash in all directions. Surrounded by more than thirty and a half people,

The miasma demon clan, which is as big and small as a golden bee, also fights endlessly. Large tracts of poisonous miasma fill the space, and they attack the Blood Crown Snake without fear of death.

With its unusually powerful defense, the Blood Crowned Snake was not afraid of the attacking power of these miasma demons, but it was still dripping with blood, with large swaths of flesh torn, and a huge wound of about three inches below its abdomen.

When Kong Laodao came here, what he saw was this scene.

It's just that the Taoist's gaze didn't stay too much on this battlefield at this moment. He just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. His gaze moved lightly and finally landed on the end of the mountain wall, like a jewel inlaid in the black rock, about three feet.

There was a hint of curiosity on his face in the golden halo.

After thinking for a while, the Taoist swayed slightly and came to the top of the blood-crowned snake. He looked around at the more than thirty miasma demons that were attacking and killing him. He frowned slightly and blew lightly. The three-color spiritual power was like a strong wind.

With a single sweep, more than thirty low-strength Miasma Demons were swept away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

As soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he put the blood-crowned snake into his sleeves. At the same time, his body swayed, and the next moment he was in front of the golden halo.

The halo in front of his eyes seemed to be some kind of restriction. It was intermittent. This appearance was obviously because the power had been exhausted and was about to be destroyed. Seeing this, the Taoist thought for a while, condensed his fingertips, and a line was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Three feet of golden sword light gathered together.

Because I have never deliberately practiced

, Jin Yan Sword Technique still stays at the fourth level, but with the Taoist's current strength, it feels quite light to perform it. The sword glow is golden and powerful, and with the linkage of the Taoist's fingers, the sword glow seems to have spirituality, wrapping around left and right.

, split into dozens of hair-thick sword threads, and wore away little by little against the edge of the golden halo.

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Two full days later, a huge golden bowl measuring more than thirty feet suddenly appeared in front of the Taoist. The golden rhyme flowed on it, vaguely revealing the solemn feeling of an extremely vast treasure.

"Is it a Buddhist relic?"

The Taoist spoke slowly, with a hint of caution in his voice. He shook the Sumeru robe on his body, and the spiritual power in his body slowly swayed out. Finally, it turned into a three-color giant hand, pointing towards the golden body that was about to collapse in front of him.

The restrictions were pushed down hard.

"Crunch, crunch..."

A heart-wrenching sound rang out, which could barely hold up half a cup of tea. The originally precarious golden halo was shattered like a dangerous building that had been hit hard. At the same time, an old and decaying smell rushed towards the face.

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What you can see is a thick layer of black dust that looks like ashes. As the golden light breaks, the black dust is blown by the strong wind and scatters in all directions. The broken body buried in the black dust

The hands are exposed in front of the Taoist.

The severed hand in front of me is like a dead branch, extremely shriveled, with five fingers clenched tightly, and a string of black beads wrapped around the wrist. Even after countless years, this string of beads still shines with black light, giving people a feeling of brand new.

There are a total of one hundred and eight Buddhist beads. As the Taoist's spiritual thoughts sweep over, these beads seem to be sensitive, and the black halo circulates, and there seems to be something hidden.

Seeing this, the Taoist stretched out his hand and made a move. The Buddha beads were wrapped in a ball of spiritual light and flew into the Taoist's hand. After a rough sweep, he put it into his bag. At the same time, he turned his eyes and fixed it on the palm of his broken hand. With a slight flick, the golden sword light sparked.

Shooting out, with a light chop, the severed hand turned into a handful of black dust and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, a dove egg-sized, green, crystal agate-like relic fell into the air. It was gently tapped by the Taoist and photographed.

Get it in hand.

"Relics?! He is really a Buddhist!"

The Taoist sighed slightly, the relic was as warm as jade, and exuded a calming aura. As the Taoist thought, the power of spiritual thoughts swarmed out and slowly explored the relic.

At the moment when the power of spiritual thought came into contact with the relics in his hand, the originally crystal-clear jade relics suddenly evaporated like liquid. At the same time, a Buddhist technique called "Brahma Heart Glazed Tribulation Technique" appeared in my mind for no apparent reason.

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After a full day and night, the Taoist slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and he exhaled softly, "It's really a Buddhist technique. It can absorb the power of the nine-day tribulation thunder to forge a physical body. It's incredible!

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The Taoist murmured, and with a move of his sleeves and robes, the black dust scattered around was suddenly blown away by a strong wind. His spiritual mind swept over it, and when he saw that the place had been explored clearly, he stopped paying attention. He turned his wrist, and suddenly there was something in his hand.

He took out an extra jade slip and put it between his eyebrows to examine it carefully.

This jade slip is exactly the route that Lord Hongluan left for everyone when they parted ways. It is also the rumored location of the ancient miasma, one of the three major Jedi in the underground world.

"I don't know if those Taoist friends have successfully seized and refined the ancient plague element!"

The Taoist sighed softly, and the gray light around his body flowed, turning into light and shadow, and rushed towards the depths of the ground.

The underground world is so vast that there is no distinction between day and night. It is perennially infiltrated by poisonous miasma, causing the entire underground world to be cold and silent.

In front of you is a huge space that spans thousands of miles. Countless black iron trees with leafy branches reach from the depths of the ground to the top of the ground, like black iron pillars that stand across the space, giving people a strong visual oppression.

On this day, a gray light came from afar at an alarming speed, but in the blink of an eye it had already landed in front of me. The gray light shimmered and turned into the appearance of a middle-aged Taoist.

It's just that the Taoist's appearance is quite miserable at this moment. On his arm, there are several finger-length wounds with deep bones visible. There seems to be traces of dark-brown supernatural power attached to them, causing the wounds to not heal for a long time. The scorched skin is now showing an iron

Cyan, it was obvious that he was poisoned by some kind of poison, but was suppressed by the Taoist forcefully.

Halfway up the mountain, the Taoist looked around, put the jade slip between his eyebrows, and examined it carefully. After half a cup of tea, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "According to the record on the jade slip, this space should be called

"Blackwood Cave" is still nearly half the distance from the Ancient Soul Trench. It took three years of non-stop Feidun to get here... The underground world is indeed vast and dangerous."

Kong Laodao murmured, with a hint of fatigue in his voice. He looked towards the wormhole behind him, finally sat cross-legged, took out some detoxifying elixirs from the storage bag, swallowed them in his belly, and slowly refined them.

When he got up, his mind kept recalling every detail of the past three years, and an obvious palpitation flashed across Gujing Muha's face.

The Drowned Demon River, the red and green ghost clouds, and the underground foggy mountains!

Except for the Drowned Demon River, the other two realms were not marked on the jade slips. Even though Kong Laodao was now astonishingly powerful and could stand up to the Master of Transformation God, he plunged into it unprepared and almost died.

Xiaoxiao, if it weren't for the help of various powerful and unusual magic weapons and a bit of luck, it's really hard to say whether he would have been able to get here.

The Drowned Demon River spreads 30,000 miles underground. It was a dangerous place marked on the jade slips. At first, Kong Daoren only went to investigate to satisfy his curiosity, but unexpectedly, the Drowned Demon River was still more weird than he expected.

It seems that he can distinguish the smell of living things. The Taoist just stood a hundred feet away and took a look. The Drowned Demon River seemed to have its own spiritual wisdom. The river changed its course and surged in his direction. At the same time, a disgusting smell came out.
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