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Everyone looked at each other for a while, and unconsciously turned their attention to Fang Shiyi.

Among these people, there are casual cultivators who have been famous for a long time, and there are also Xiaoxiao who followed to fish in troubled waters. They are all capable and not stupid to get here. Thinking of the calmness along the way just now, I can't help but have some thoughts.

For example, Fang Suyi, Fang's family.

Could there be some connection?

Fang Shiyi said calmly: "Everyone see what I am doing? The treasure house marked on the map I got is here, but I don't know how to open it."

Some people believe this excuse, and some don't, but how to open the treasure house has successfully attracted the attention of others.The rest of the people also walked up to the phantom, frowning and studying the runes on it.

Fang Shiyi and Lu Tingchi looked at each other, nodded, walked over and checked the surrounding area.

This is probably the real "Valley of Clouds". The bottom of the valley was originally covered with countless large formations. Due to the war damage and subsequent destruction, it was almost completely destroyed, revealing the original landform.

Looking up, the sky is rippling like a lake, dotted with cold stars, reflecting the illusory treasure house, and there is also a lake in the distance, surrounded by clouds and mist.

The scales in Meng Mingchao's arms were a little hot.

He pressed the black scale, looked up at Fang Shiyi's back for a while, and the words that he whispered in his ear when he was fighting with the man in black rang in his mind.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and every word contained strong malice and teasing: "My lord, you and I are one, and he hates me to the bone. Do you dare to let him see my face?"

He could understand every word, but the combined meaning made one's scalp tingle.

It stands to reason that the man in black wanted to take his life several times, so he shouldn't listen to a single word of him.

But at that moment, the clouds and mists covering the face of the black-robed man disappeared, and the facial features were so familiar that one could feel chilling—anyone can do this with illusion, but Meng Mingchao suddenly realized...the black-robed man was not lying to him.

Fang Shiyi's most revered master was killed by the black robe man.

If Fang Shiyi knew about it, what would he do?

Meng Mingchao didn't dare to think about it.

He lowered his eyes and inadvertently glanced at a nearby hand-carved formation.This ancient formation method has been abandoned by the current monks, and the ancient atmosphere is still wrapped in flying dust from 3000 years ago. The formation method has been destroyed in sevens and eights... The traces of damage are new.

"..." Meng Mingchao hissed lightly, then pulled out Tingfeng suddenly, pressed Fang Shiyi's shoulder, "Senior brother."

Fang Shiyi froze for a moment, and wanted to slap his hand away, but heard him say, "Someone has been here before."

The people around heard it and looked suspiciously.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Above the valley, countless demon clans and evil cultivators flooded from all directions.

Xiexiu is followed by walking corpses that can't be seen at a glance. The monster race has different shapes, some have a human head and a snake body, some have seven heads on a neck, and their faces are different. Some are as tall as mountains... old acquaintance mountain monsters .

When the sky is like black clouds, it is full of evil spirits, as if a hundred ghosts are walking in the night.

The leader is the man in black robe.

"...The way of heaven is above," Yu Xing pulled into Yu Zuochen's arm, "Brother, let's get closer, we will die together."

Yu Zuochen endured it: "Can you say something nice."

Yu Xingyou hastily poked Fang Shiyi's back: "Brother Fang, let me say something nice."

Fang Shiyi: "...Then I wish you all the best of luck."

When he was speaking, he stared at the man in black vigilantly. The other party seemed to hear his voice, the corners of his eyes curled mockingly, and he said slowly, "Everyone, what a coincidence."

Fang Shiyi noticed someone standing behind him.

The man was sunk in the shadows, unable to see clearly, looking in a certain direction, his eyes were cold and loathsome, like a boning knife.

"How come there are so many monsters?"

The monks behind him hissed, in disbelief: "So many monster races have entered the ancient battlefield, why no one noticed?"

"Let's take a look at the moment first, it's not a good person."

"The valley is surrounded on all sides, and there is almost no way out... If it wasn't for Fang Suyi's guidance, how could we have come here? Could it be that he joined forces with the Yaozu!"

"Hey, that's from Shanhaimen."

There were constant rustling sounds, the man in black robe was obviously the leader of the group of monsters, seeing the fear spreading in the crowd, he just kept his eyes still, and after a long while, he said again: "This time please enter the urn, let me take a look... the third of Shanhaimen... Elder, Great Elder of Beitian Palace, City Lord of Baiyujing, Owner of Heming Village, well, don’t think that you won’t be able to recognize you if you are wearing a skin. There are also many elders and ‘masters’ who are in charge of small sects and sects, good."

The scar-faced casual cultivator who had seen it before understood the meaning, and his face changed drastically: "You guys spread the news?!"

The monster clan around them laughed, their voices echoed in the valley, layer after layer of sound waves, and rang in their ears: "Who taught you to be insatiable?"

"Human race has been greedy for thousands of years, and it will still be the same after thousands of years." "Hehe, that old man Fang Mantang thought he could rest in peace after hiding the tomb in the big formation, how could he know that future generations have no virtue?" "Kill them -"

The man in black sat on a cold branch, looked with interest at the human cultivator who was vigilant with a sword, and raised his hand.

The scene of dancing demons stopped immediately.

The moonlight was slightly cold, and the breeze lifted his robe.

The slender hand waved down: "Go."

For a long time afterwards, Fang Shiyi's impression of that time was vague.

People around were fighting to save their lives, and the smell of blood was wrapped in the wind.In the chaos, Lu Tingchi and Yaogu separated from him, only Meng Mingchao followed him closely, protecting him from the attacks and swords.

There was a bang of thunder, and the wind and clouds were churning. There seemed to be the heavy footsteps of giants in the distance, dragging something slowly, and the ancient battlefield that had been silent for thousands of years was once again stained with blood that could not be washed away.

The man in black stood far above the valley, with a cold smile in his eyes, his voice gathered into a thread and reached his ears: "Thanks to you."

Fang Shiyi's heart felt cold.

"Fang Xiehong hid the secret of the treasure house in your heart," the man in black said softly, "I saw it."

"Replace it with the painstaking efforts of the descendants of the Fang family, or the blood of living beings."

"I can't bear you, so I can only change to someone else."

"Thank you for bringing them here—"

Meng Mingchao suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Shiyi into his arms.

The bottom of his eyes was as cold as a cold pool, and he made a handprint towards that direction, and a huge handprint was condensed in the air, and it slammed towards the black robed man, interrupting his chattering.

"Brother, this matter has nothing to do with you," Meng Ming said with a sullen face, "if you want to blame, blame these people for their lack of greed, and blame those monster races for their viciousness."

I don't know how many monks entered the ancient battlefield. Although I don't know how the black-robed man brought the monster cultivators in and avoided those traps, it is obvious that all those left alone died.The large formation that imprisoned the hostility of the ancient battlefield shook, and many bones were piled up under Yungu, including those of human race and monster race.

At a certain moment, Fang Shiyi heard a crisp cracking sound clearly.

It's like something has been smashed.

He swept away a monster and subconsciously looked up.

The sky that reflected the phantom was like a mirror, cracked.

Fang Shiyi suddenly understood, and grabbed Meng Mingchao with his backhand: "Junior brother!"

Meng Mingchao had a tacit understanding with him, and retreated while fighting. When he retreated to the blood-stained lake, he hugged Fang Shiyi and plunged into the lake.

Fang Shiyi sliced ​​open his wrist, blood gushed out, the whole lake boiled, and the world in the water became distorted.

Fang Shiyi's spiritual energy suddenly surged, he accidentally choked on his saliva, his mind buzzed, and he heard distant cries.

It seems to be his ancestor.

They are crying.

He was questioning why he brought so many people and disturbed their hard-won peace.

When he was in a daze, his lips suddenly became hot, and someone breathed out spiritual energy, and the noisy crying in his ears faded away, and there was a ray of light in the dark bottom of the water.

Fang Shiyi reluctantly opened his eyes, and met his pair of pupils that were as clear as glass.

Meng Mingchao's eyes were full of worry, and when he kissed him without frivolity, he put his hand on the back of Fang Shiyi's head and stroked him reassuringly, hugged him tightly, and swam towards the gap of light.

They were supposed to be facing the bottom of the water, but the moment they got in, the two of them surfaced.

Fang Shiyi's spiritual power had calmed down, and his lips were still in his mouth. He pushed Meng Mingchao awkwardly, and said vaguely, "Let go."

Meng Mingchao backed away a little, frowned and pressed against his forehead: "Is it uncomfortable to pick up the relics? You have been restless since just now..."

The two people's robes were completely wet, and they were close together, as if they could directly touch each other's skin. Fang Shiyi felt guilty when he thought that this was the child he raised with his own hands, and his goosebumps rose: "Ancestor, you Let me go and I will be at peace."

In fact, it was because the moment he saw blood from Yungu, a misty cry sounded in his ears.

After entering the bottom of the water, the crying became more obvious.

Meng Mingchao didn't listen to him, reached out to fish him, hugged him into his arms, stepped on the water, and walked towards the shore.

The water vapor evaporated, and the clothes became dry again. Fang Shiyi finally heard no real cries from his ancestors, but his body was still a little weak. He rubbed his forehead and said, "If I die someday, I will definitely be killed by my ancestors when I go to the underground of Huangquan." Gather around and say hello."

"Don't talk nonsense." Meng Mingchao's face turned cold, seeing Fang Shiyi struggling to jump out of his arms to talk back, he held him down and said, "Senior brother can't beat me right now, if you talk nonsense again, I will kiss you once."

Fang Shiyi immediately shut up: "..."

Damn, son of a bitch.

The place where the two entered from the bottom of the water was very similar to the Yungu where they had just been.

The only difference is that the fairy grass here is covered with countless strange flowers, and it looks like a school of vitality. There is no death or defeat that has been silent for thousands of years, and there are no monks and monsters fighting in melee. The wind is light and clear, like another world.

The treasury that countless monks cannot desire is not far away.

After stepping out of the water, Fang Shiyi finally recovered, quickly pushed Meng Ming away and stood up towards him, as if feeling something, he glanced at the lake.

As soon as the two of them stepped out, the surface of the lake was smooth as a mirror again, like a painting, reflecting the scene of the scuffle.

"It turned out that the entrance was hidden at the bottom of the lake." Fang Shiyi squatted and looked at it for a while, "It took the blood of descendants to open the entrance. The ancestors also took great pains in order to have peace after death."

I just don't know who the hell released the news that there is a treasure house in the Fang family's mausoleum.

With an uneasy mood, he carefully looked at the dead bodies on the ground, but he didn't see a familiar face, his tense nerves relaxed a little, and then he felt guilty.

If he hadn't brought people into Yungu, they wouldn't have been besieged.

Fang Shiyi knew that his mentality was a weakness that even his master didn't agree with, but it was hard to control.

After all, those people didn't make any big mistakes, so they shouldn't pay with their lives.

After looking at it for a while, Fang Shiyi remembered the most important thing, suppressed the surging thoughts, and looked away: "I don't know if there is any danger inside. You wait for me outside, I will come out after a while."

Meng Ming raised his eyebrows: "Don't say such things, Shiyi, do you think I will listen to you?"

"Call Senior Brother."

Fang Shiyi ignored him and walked towards the so-called treasure house.

Corresponding to the treasury of the phantom is an ancestral hall, behind which there are several caves, with the names of the caves engraved on them.The treasure house that is rumored to contain countless treasures should be one of them.

Inside the ancestral hall are rows of spirit tablets, East China Sea candles that can burn for thousands of years are faintly lit, and there are many incense ashes in the copper furnace... There are still a few sticks of unburned incense.

Put it outside, these are treasures.

Fang Shiyi didn't pay much attention at first, but when he suddenly remembered something, his mind was struck by thunder, before he had time to look at the spirit card carefully, he looked at the incense first.

Meng Mingchao followed behind him, and said softly, "It's incense made of the same material as Donghai Candles. It should have been nine inches long. Judging from the current length, someone should have come here decades ago to renew the incense."

Fang Shiyi's lips moved.

Meng Mingchao blinked: "It's the father-in-law."

Fang Shiyi lost most of his feelings and emotions. Seeing that he didn't get rid of this bastard for the sake of his ancestors, he took three sticks of incense and lit them with spiritual power. On the "Fang Mantang" above.

"Old ancestor," he thought to himself, "I hope you will forgive me if I am disrespectful later."

Meng Ming glanced at him, then knelt down with him, lit incense, and was about to kowtow when he suddenly felt that the spirit tablet was a bit weird—like the ancestors of the Fang family were looking at him in shock and amusedly while they were attached to the spirit tablet.

He suppressed the strange feeling, kowtow respectfully and burn incense with Fang Shiyi.

Fang Shiyi's ear twitched: "...I don't know why, but I seem to hear someone laughing."

Whether it's a fake corpse or a ghost, the target is the ancestors, it seems that they are a little bit hard to beat, it's weird.

He was puzzled for a while, and without further entanglement, he left the ancestral hall and walked towards the largest cave nearby.

Thousands of years ago, monks would open up a cave, like a world of mustard seeds, where things that are not easy to put in a treasure bag are also used for cultivation and retreat.It is said in the story book that a certain monk fell into the cave of an ancient monk after falling off a cliff and had an adventure, and it is not impossible.

There was obviously a barrier floating in front of the cave, Fang Shiyi stretched out his hand hesitantly, Wangshu on his waist hummed softly, and the barrier disintegrated.

He and Meng Ming walked into this cave full of legends one after the other. Unfortunately, the old ancestor seemed to be as bachelor as the only descendant. There is also a dry spring on the stone table. It may be that the ancestor, like Qi Chu, likes to raise a few koi for luck.

There were a lot of manuscripts littered on the table and on the ground, Fang Suyi picked it up and looked at it, he was good at ancient Chinese and understood it without much effort.

What was written above happened to be the poison of "raising ashes".

"...The evil dragon uses poisonous blood as a guide to refine the strange poison. The poisoned person is a powerful person. If the blood spreads to the heart, he will die." Fang Suyi finished reading in a low voice, picked up another manuscript and read it carefully .

The old ancestor's handwriting is really a bit unsightly, flamboyant and wanton, probably didn't intend to let it out for people to see.

Fang Shiyi read the manuscript with difficulty, but found no prescription or antidote.

Meng Ming looked around, knocked his hand on the wall, stretched out his hand and pushed open a hidden stone door: "Senior brother, here."

It should be a place to store things.

After the stone gate, magic weapons were thrown all over the place in a mess. The protective magic weapons and all kinds of weapons were all good, but unfortunately the master didn't cherish them very much.Fang Suyi went straight to the bookshelf and found a brocade box.

He had a premonition somewhere, he didn't look at other things, picked up the brocade box and opened it - there was a jade bottle and an ancient prescription inside.

It is the detoxification method of "raising ash".

Fang Shiyi was overjoyed.It was the first time in this life that Wen Xiuyue flew into the sky with Yujian, and he was not so excited, his hands even trembled a little, and he opened the jade bottle carefully.

It was empty.

My heart suddenly sank.

Fang Shiyi gently picked up the prescription and looked at it. He was stunned for a moment, clenched his teeth unconsciously, and his breathing became slow.

Meng Mingchao had a bad feeling: "What's wrong?"

He leaned over to take a look, and there were only a few lines on the ancient prescription.

South Sea Essence, Bitter Sea Water, Tree Blossom, Sky Fire... and the blood of the Great Demon.