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Board.

Jiao Cheng waved his palm, and everyone boarded three wooden boats.

Di Wu stood at the bow of the boat, removed the iron chains tied to the canoe, and let the other two pick up the oars and paddle the canoe to sail along the wall of the cave.

He himself took out an open jar from the bottom of the boat, and dipped a brush into the jar.

As the canoe sailed forward, Di Wu used a brush to paint an intermittent dotted line on the high part of the wall.

'This is ... fluorescent powder? '

Li Ang narrowed his eyes, and a dim green light shone faintly on the wall of the cave that had been smeared by the brush.

'The cave in front also has fainter fluorescent traces, which proves that it is not the first time Jiao Cheng and others have come here—they have explored many times in advance and used fluorescent powder to mark the channel.

Since the phosphor will fade over time, apply it multiple times.

And this underground river, no matter the top of the cave or the height of the wall, has erosion marks formed by long-term water erosion.

It proves that most of the time, the water level is very high, and now the water level has dropped to allow the canoe to pass. '

The fact is just as Li Ang expected, the three wooden boats continued to sail forward, and whenever they encountered a fork in the road, they chose the path according to the fluorescent marks left before.

The shape of the underground river is controlled by geological structures and cracks. Factors such as seasons, rainfall, and geological collapse on the surface may affect the shape of the underground river. The terrain is extremely complex.

In the same underground aquifer, there are many interconnected underground rivers, either swift or slow, upward or downward, with countless forks. Once lost, the consequences will be disastrous.

In the depressing space, it seems that only the sound of water flow remains,

The crowd held torches, breathed heavily in the humid air, and kept wiping the drops of water dripping from the top of the cave onto their heads and faces with their hands.

I don't know how far we sailed, but when Di Wu ran out of the second can of fluorescent powder, he finally saw the fire at the bend of the river ahead.

arrive.

Di Wuchang breathed a sigh of relief, and steered the wooden boat to sail towards the fire.

There was a relatively gentle river beach, with seven or eight torches planted on the river beach, and a dozen tattooed men stood there—they were all wearing hard leather armor, taking into account both defense and mobility,

There is a simple knife hanging on his waist, a metal shield in his hand, and a strong crossbow like Jiao Cheng hanging on his back.

It's not like the green-skinned hooligans guarding Pingkang Square, but more like a group of desperadoes.

Jiao Da.

Jiao Da.

Men with tattoos surrounded him and helped Jiao Cheng off the canoe.

Li Ang disembarked together, and noticed that there were many supplies piled up on the river beach.

Claws for climbing high places; kerosene for lighting; steel nails and sledgehammers for digging boulders; hemp rope, bamboo ladder, compass

On the far side of the river beach, one can faintly see a cliff, and two huge shadows crawling on the ground below the cliff.

That is

'Tomb-slayer beast? '

Li Ang squinted his eyes and saw two shadows at the bottom of the cliff in astonishment. They were two stone tomb-slayer beasts with human faces and beast bodies. They were nearly four meters high. The whole body was pitch black and there were no paintings. teeth.

The lower part of the beast's body is covered with sharp thorns and strange and inexplicable diamond patterns.

Let's go.

With the support of his subordinates, Jiao Cheng walked towards the location of the tomb-suppressing beast. During their conversation, Li Ang also learned the names of the two sword cultivators.

Fan Guangyu, Zhu Yuyin.

Everyone carried the packages and walked towards the cliff. As the distance got closer,

Li Ang saw an open tall stone gate between the two tomb-suppressing beasts, and behind the stone gate was a slanted passageway upwards.

In the depths of the tunnel, there was a continuous sound of howling wind.

The rumbling sound echoed back and forth on the wall of the corridor, like the roar of some kind of wild beast.

Holding torches, Jiao Cheng and the others crawled up the corridor, stopped halfway through the climb, and took out a pair of strangely shaped breathing masks from the package.

The object consists of three items: a mask, a hose, and a backpack.

The outside of the mask is made of bamboo, and the inside is a layer of jelly like fish foam. The contour of the mask can fit the mouth, and there are ropes at the back to fix the ears to prevent the mask from falling.

The right side of the mask is connected by a hollow wooden vine to the cylindrical stump contained in the metal backpack.

This is a fourth-class monster, the stump of the banyan tree of Zhangdao Ghost Banyan, and the aerial roots growing from the stump.

With the help of his subordinates, Jiao Cheng put on the backpack and said to Li Ang slowly, After wearing it, you can breathe underwater for a quarter of an hour.

It is an important tool for the survival of Zhangdao islanders in the endless sea.

I spent 30,000 guan to buy these things at the ghost market.

Breathe underwater?

The guess in Li Ang's heart became clearer and clearer, especially after noticing that the two sword repairmen were also wearing backpacks.

He took Di Wu's extra metal backpack from the team, carried it on his back, and put on a breathing mask for himself.

The team climbed up the corridor again, and the further they went, the more violent the strong wind could be felt.

The air became thinner.

Li Ang breathed heavily subconsciously, followed behind Di Wu and the others, and climbed out of the narrow corridor.

This is an incomparably spacious underground hall, which is circular in shape as a whole.

The ground in the center of the hall is flat and tidy, without any gravel. With the light of the fire, one could faintly see a bronze stone door embedded in the floor in the middle of the hall.

The walls of the hall are full of honeycomb-shaped holes with a diameter of more than one meter.

Above each hole, there is a thick hollow metal plate with strange and different patterns.

The violent wind gushed out of those holes, sucking away the air in the hall like a vortex, reducing the air pressure in other places.

Among them, some pale white air blades can be vaguely seen.

It should only exist in high places, the wind of heaven and earth.

The strong wind can not only consume solid metal, but also weaken the strength of monks, making monks including body training warriors unable to exert their original abilities.

No wonder Jiao Cheng's subordinates suffered from high-altitude cerebral edema for no reason, no wonder Jiao Cheng's leg injury was so weird.

Li Ang pursed his lower lip slightly, and his eyes were attracted by the dome of the hall—two lines of extremely deep writing were engraved there.

The fairy caresses my head, and my hair is tied for longevity.

The bones of the dead form hills and mountains, what a sin for the common people.

Li Taibai's poem?

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat, but Jiao Cheng said, How much longer?

Less than half an hour.

Fan Guangyu, one of the sword cultivators, said in a low voice: These heaven and earth winds are formed by formations and driven by a hundred-meter waterfall in an underground river.

Once the water flow slows down, the force of the wind will naturally decrease.

In time.

Jiao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself, It's too late.

Is there time to open Li Taibai's tomb?

Li Ang's thoughts changed sharply. Li Taibai was a poet of Yuchu. He achieved his ambition at a young age, and his poems were famous all over the world.

Li Taibai, who had reached the peak in poetry and sword, began to travel around the world, visiting famous mountains and rivers, and making friends with friends. Along the way, there were many teenagers and young monks who followed him, listened to his poems, and learned his sword. Although Li Taibai did not accept it. Any disciple, but did not reject anyone.

If things go on like this, Li Taibai will become a poet and sword fairy with a complete life after his death, and even after thousands of years, people will praise his deeds.

However, at the age of fifty, after he returned from traveling in the depths of the 100,000 barren mountains, he headed to Mount Taihao alone with his sword.

No one knows who he saw there or what he did, only that he was literally insane when he came back.

He no longer pays attention to anyone, does not talk to anyone, even his former confidantes and friends or even family members and friends.

He went to Nanzhao and used flying swords to cut down huge trees and build huge boats. Anyone who tried to interrupt his boat building would be killed by a sword.

Even a cultivator at the Candle Heaven Realm couldn't block a single strike.

After the giant boat was built, he sailed alone to the endless sea. There was no news for twenty years.

It wasn't until twenty years later that news spread around the place that they saw a taciturn, skinny old man wielding a sword. The sword tied is Li Taibai's sword.

After hearing the news, various forces moved to try to find him, but they were always one step behind—it was rumored that he built an astonishingly large tomb for himself in the depths of the underground in many places,

He also hid the secrets he obtained in the endless sea, every sword he used, and every sword manual he wrote down in the tombs.

And in the last real tomb, step into the realm above Linyuan Realm and become a real immortal.

The tomb of the sword fairy may not exist, or it may really exist-ordinary people may not know the answer in their entire lives.

It's half an hour.

Another sword cultivator, Zhu Yuyin, suddenly opened his eyes. Sure enough, the airflow gushing from the hole in the wall weakened a lot.

The aura of heaven and earth lingering in the hall also became extremely dim, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Sun Jiu, Zhang San, you go first.

Jiao Cheng's eyes flickered, and he waved his palm, his voice became muddy and deep because of the obstruction of the breathing mask, Be careful.

Two tattooed men in leather armor came out of the team. They wrapped iron ropes around their waists, leaned back to each other, bent over, held metal shields in front of them, and rushed to the center of the hall quickly.

clang clang clang——

The strong wind of heaven and earth slashed on the thick metal shield, cutting off a corner of the shield directly.

The two tattooed men lowered their bodies as much as possible and ran for a distance of 50 steps. The taller one was accidentally cut off by the wind on his left arm, and subconsciously wanted to cover the wound.

As a result, the shield deflected, and half of the neck was cut off by a strong wind, and blood flowed profusely in an instant, and he fell to the ground.

His death also left the companion on his back without cover. The back was instantly torn into countless wounds by the strong wind, and the leather armor fragments burst open and merged into the howling wind.

The Xiantian Gangfeng revolved around the middle of the hall, and no flaws could be seen.

Jiao Cheng's subordinates immediately pulled the iron cable close to the ground, and pulled the surviving Zhang San back before the iron cable was also cut off.

Blood gushed out from Zhang San's body, Jiao Cheng glanced at Li Ang, Li Ang frowned slightly, opened the medicine box, and sewed up Zhang San's wound with silver thread - he didn't have Jiao Cheng's ability to endure the pain, so he kept howling miserably, Let other people have to hold his hands and feet and cover his mouth.

No, no

Sword cultivator Fan Guangyu murmured, Everyone says that the Sword Immortal went completely mad after returning from the Endless Sea, but the Clothes Tomb he built still has a way to the tomb.

Regardless of whether this way of life is what he wants to set up for his descendants or the heirs of the way of swordsmanship, it must exist.

The congenital wind can crush steel and suppress monks.

Apart from solving it from the power source—that is, the underground river waterfall whose location is unknown, there are almost no weaknesses.

There must be a shortcut.

Could it be a formation?

Another sword cultivator, Zhu Yuyin, said in a low voice: The formation that can generate the innate wind can only be arranged by monks in the Candle Sky Realm and the Abyss Realm.

The metal plates above the holes in the wall are of sixty-four different patterns. It should correspond to the sixty-four hexagrams.

His eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself as if he had discovered a treasure: Kun is the earth, the mine is restored, the land is in the lake, and the earth is peaceful.

Zhu Yuyin's words were forcibly interrupted,

Sun Jiu's body, which had fallen in the center of the hall, was lifted up by the whirling wind and fell on a certain square brick.

The square brick suddenly sank, and a series of rumbling sounds came from the mountain wall of the hall.

call!

The gangster gushing from the hole in the wall instantly became fierce and violent,

The air blade shot out directly cut a man with tattoos standing slightly forward into several sections,

Before the gushing blood fell to the ground, it was swept by the strong wind and turned into a blood mist.

retreat!

Jiao Cheng shouted loudly, and was about to retreat towards the corridor where he came.

But with a loud bang, an extremely thick dragon-breaking stone fell down inside the entrance of the slanting passageway, blocking the escape route.

The back road was blocked, and the vortex in the hall continued to expand and accelerate.

The rubble on the edge of the hall was constantly being rolled up by the strong wind, spinning rapidly with the vortex, hitting everyone like bullets,

Another man who was too late to raise his shield was hit in the forehead by a high-speed stone, and his head burst and died.

clang clang clang clang——

The finely crushed stones and strong winds are constantly eroding the shields that everyone smashed on the ground,

Zhu Yuyin glanced nervously at the wall, and the patterns on the hollowed-out metal plates were still muttering to himself, The five sundials are the wind, the six ridges are the water, and the water helps the wind.

I get it, the hollow metal plate above the hole, put it down!

He pulled the two of them up from the ground and asked them to hold their shields, sticking to the edge of the cave hall, and walked towards the hole on the mountain wall.

Click!

One of them pinched the edge of the hollowed-out metal plate. There was a chute between the metal plate and the hole below. He pulled hard and successfully pulled the hollowed-out metal plate down.

The metal plate seemed to be hollowed out, but after it was put down, there was a sound of rolling spherical objects behind it,

The airflow gushing from that hole and the adjacent hole has also weakened a lot.

It worked.

A smile appeared on Zhu Yuyin's face, and the next second——

boom!

An even more violent wind gushed out from behind the hollowed-out metal plate, instantly crushing the tattooed man beside him to pieces.

The wind increased instead of decreasing, and Zhu Yuyin and another survivor had to lie on the ground to avoid the strong wind.

what happened? Why did the wind become more violent after the metal plate was put down?

Like everyone else, Li Ang, holding a shield to avoid the strong wind, glanced around and suddenly noticed one thing - all the holes on the mountain wall seemed to be in pairs.

And just now after Zhu Yuyin asked people to put down the metal plate, there was a rolling sound of a spherical object first behind the hole, and the wind first weakened and then strengthened.

.

Li Ang took a deep breath, the escape route of the corridor was blocked, and the vortex of the wind was still expanding, so he had to find a way out.

He hammered Di Wu's back in front of him and shouted loudly: Go and lift up that closed metal plate!

Card, card point failed.