Han Yi just glanced at him and didn't answer. Xiao You on his shoulder bared his teeth at Zhou Yang, squeaked twice, and waved his two long tails behind him.
"Mutated monster." Qin Linghua, who had never spoken much before, suddenly said in shock.
"Zhizhi." Xiaoyou bared her teeth and yelled at him.
"Master Han is really powerful. He can even subdue mutant monsters and make them his spiritual pets." Fu Hongling looked envious.
"Xiao You is not my spiritual pet, but my friend." Han Yi said, turned and walked towards the black iron door at the end of the stone room.
"If you don't want to be trapped and die here, just come with me."
After hearing this, several people immediately followed him.
Han Yi opened the black iron gate that had lost the protection of the prohibition, revealing the dark corridor inside, and a cold wind blew out. The four people in Fu Hongling felt awe-inspiring, and a trace of uneasiness passed through their hearts. This place is too weird, and there is no trace of it at all.
It has nothing to do with the tomb of the master forger mentioned by the sect master. Except for the spiritual weapons we saw at the beginning, everything here has nothing to do with the forger.
Especially those corpse soldiers, which can only be refined by demon cultivators who practice demonic skills. Several people followed Han Yi into the corridor, but they did not notice a trace of black mist escaping from Han Yi's feet, towards the people behind them.
The square rushed out.
After everyone left the square, a trace of black mist appeared in the middle of the square. The mist condensed into the shape of a small snake. Slowly, more and more black mist gathered. After a few moments, the little snake turned into a snake.
A giant python.
That turned out to be the evil spirit raised by Han Yi, Red Viper.
"Hiss, hiss." The red viper was swimming in the square, screaming happily. Suddenly it raised its head high, opened its mouth, and its huge devouring power surged out. Among the broken fragments and ashes of the mummies in the square
Traces of dark energy emerged, and those energies rushed towards the red viper's big mouth, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
After a full half-quarter of an hour of devouring, the energy was finally completely absorbed by the red viper. It hissed with satisfaction, and its huge body of tens of meters swam towards the corridor where Han Yi left, and soon disappeared.
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After absorbing the black energy, the red viper's body became more and more solid, and its color was dark and deep, like a never-bright night.
After walking in the corridor for a long time, Han Yi and others remained silent and did not speak. The group's expressions were highly alert, their bodies were tense, and they did not dare to slack off at all.
Han Yi opened his eyes of insight to the extreme, and the small spiritual sword floated endlessly in the sea of consciousness, with silver light flowing.
The invisible spiritual power spread hundreds of meters in the corridor. Originally, with his spiritual power, such a straight line exploration could extend to tens of kilometers in length, but now it is limited to hundreds of kilometers by some invisible force in the tomb passage.
Within a few meters, you can see the strangeness of this tomb passage.
At a certain moment, Han Yi moved his fingers and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
After walking in the tomb passage for who knows how long, Han Yi kept paying attention to the movements in the darkness. He frowned slightly. I don’t know when the tomb passage started to become unusually strange. Sometimes it was quiet, sometimes there was the sound of wind, and sometimes there were some extremely bright lights and shadows.
Flashed by quickly, like an illusion.
It seemed that no one else except him had noticed those things, and suddenly a dizzy feeling hit his brain.
"Be careful." Han Yi was just about to warn him when his eyes flashed and he suddenly appeared in a sealed stone room. Apart from him, there was no trace of anyone else in the stone room.
"Zhizhi." Xiaoyou poked his head out from his arms and looked at the stone chamber, which was only dozens of feet in size, with vigilant eyes.
"Xiaoyou." Han Yi touched the little fox's head in surprise and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, okay, you're still with me."
"This tomb is really weird. There are actually formations that can affect space arranged in the tomb passage." He stood in the center of the stone chamber and looked around. The circular stone chamber walls were filled with ghosts and ghosts, decorated with colorful colors.
Some of those ghosts are covered in tattered gauze clothes, with bones and skulls on their rotting bodies; some are illusory in shape, like formless wind, and only vague pale white shadows can be seen; some are huge.
, the muscles of the exposed upper body are knotted, and the color of the skin is as dark as blue water, cold and hard; while some are like noble men among humans, with slim robes, pale faces without blood, and white hair dancing in the wind.
In addition to the four huge carvings, there are densely packed bones and corpses surrounding the walls. Just one look at them can make people feel fear in their hearts, and a dark and gloomy atmosphere rushes into their faces.
Han Yi looked at those patterns, his brows furrowed, his eyes of insight opened all the time, and his mental power surged like a huge wind. From that wall, he actually smelled a terrible dark breath, cold and deep, like a
A huge black vortex.
He stood there, not daring to take a step, with his mind and body completely tense. The Thunder Seven Killing Art was driven by the Luo Shen Art, and the thunder-attribute spiritual power flowed throughout his body, dispelling the cold discomfort in his body.
When Han Yi fell into some strange predicament, deep in the tomb, in a huge palace, an illusory figure was wearing a black cloak, with pale long hair hanging down to his ankles.
He looked at the light curtain in front of him, which showed six pictures, with Han Yi's picture in the center.
The illusory black-robed man looked at Han Yi and showed a faint smile.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade. This underworld hasn't been opened for a long time. I wonder if this kid can pass? His talent is the best among these people, so it's perfect for making a container."
"It's just that the thunder attribute spiritual power has a lot of restraint on my soul. If it doesn't work, I can only choose that little guy who is also a demon sect."
The man in black robe said, looking at the image on the upper left. Meikui, who was also wearing a black cloak, was in a circular stone chamber. There were countless decaying bones carved on the stone walls. The earth was dyed red with blood, and the blood was rich.
It looked like it was about to flow out of the stone wall.
"In the Demonic Land of Ten Thousand Corpses, it is not difficult for him to pass the Demonic Spirit Art."
He looked at the other images on the light screen and glanced at them.
"Witch hell."
"Illusion mirage."
"Asura Sea of Blood."
"Han Bing Rift Valley."
"Haha, looking at the fluctuations of spiritual power on their bodies, they should be disciples of the Hualing Sect. Over the past hundreds of years, the Hualing Sect has had so many descendants, but unfortunately none of them can make it to the third level. This time is good.
"
After the shadow finished speaking, he fell silent, and the hall fell into a dead silence. There was a blood-colored sarcophagus in the hall under the throne. The sarcophagus was covered with various strange patterns, which were strange and inexplicable.
Buzzing, the whole hall suddenly shook, and the shadow quickly stepped out and disappeared. He appeared at an altar behind the hall, standing in the air, looking at a black giant sword pierced into the center of the altar.
Half of the giant sword's body was immersed in blood, and the blood streaks spread toward the upper part of the sword's body, eroding in an extremely slow trend.
Four blue copper pillars were erected around the altar, and eight black iron chains extended from the top and bottom of the copper pillars, wrapping around the giant sword and locking it tightly. At this moment, the giant sword struggled crazily, eight chains
The arm-thick chains shook violently, making the sound of metal friction.
Dense purple lines appeared on the chain, and the purple light illuminated the dark underground cave. The golden lines on the giant sword shone brightly, with unprecedented intensity.
"What's going on? Qingtian's resistance this time is so strong?" Xuying said, frowning, and a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart.
On the other side, Han Yi stood in the underworld room where hundreds of ghosts walked at night, with cold sweat on his forehead. At a certain moment, he suddenly took a step. This step seemed to have touched something, and thick black fog poured out from the walls of the underworld room like a sea wave.
, drowning him.
Huh, huhu, huhu hu...
The underworld suddenly became infinitely empty, and the whistling sound of something flying by came from far away.
"Kaka, kaka."
Deep in the black mist, a giant woke up, opened its pure white eyes, and the stiff muscles and bones moved with a clicking sound.
"It's been a long time since anyone came to play with us?" A woman's voice was full of joy.
"Well, it must have been thousands of years." An old voice recalled.
"Yes, yes, after sleeping for so long, my body has begun to decay again." A certain girl complained.
"Iron Corpse, go play with him first." The old voice ordered.
"Okay." Shen Xiong's male voice sounded, with excitement in his tone.
"Oh, if Iron Corpse takes action, then we won't be able to play anymore." The girl complained sadly.
"I agree, Iron Corpse's brute force is too strong. Every time anyone comes to challenge him, his body is completely gone and explodes into blood mist." The woman said with a bitter smile.
"Everyone, I'm going to go then, you can see my great power." Iron Corpse roared angrily, and ran out wildly. The footsteps were extremely heavy, like rumbling thunder.
Han Yi stood in the underworld and could only hear bursts of screams with high and low frequency. Those voices did not speak human language.
Phew, the air behind him exploded, and a feeling of extreme danger hit his heart. Han Yi instantly moved and appeared dozens of meters away. In the eyes of insight, the shadow he left in place was shattered by a huge fist.
"Haha, not bad, your reaction ability is very strong, you can even dodge my sneak attack."
The iron corpse hissed, the sound rising and falling, like the crow of a crow.
"Little ones, come out and play."
"Squeak, hiss..." The underworld suddenly resounded with overwhelming screams, countless shadows danced and flashed in the black mist, and the sound of flapping wings swept over, like a sea tide.
Han Yi's face was solemn, and his insightful eyes saw clearly the appearance of those things. Right in front of him, a giant over three meters tall was holding his arms, looking at him with pure white eyes. In the surrounding mist, a half-meter-sized bird
The beast was flying high, its body covered with jet-black feathers, and its nine-bone head screamed happily, extremely excited.