How many times the group portrait is spring

If it is said that Shu Huayan is not only familiar with the method of cracking the trap of the mausoleum but also has a formation of two belts and one team, Ning Qing is the one who does not understand the method of magic repair formation.

Just after leaving Ten Thousand Snake Cave, the earth's crust shook again, and the living corpse reappeared.

"Back." Ning Qing's eyes changed, and he went through the Taoist formula several times in his mind, but he still didn't find the way to restrain the living soul and living corpse.

The mummified corpses looked horrifying, and slowly walked towards the direction of the living person. The first one to bear the brunt was Ning Qing who was holding a sword.

Mo Lingyun held onto Jing Rong's sleeve and retreated. Jing Rong, a ghost paper figurine, could only make one move. Obviously, Ning Qing didn't think that now was the time for Jing Rong to make a move. All they could do was protect themselves. It became Ning Qing's burden.

Mo Lingyun seldom sees Ning Qing using martial arts. Most of the time he is growing flowers and cooking tea, or holding poems and books in his hand to explain the three classics of etiquette and righteousness. Otherwise, it is a chess game, not a sword.

Ning Qing recited the formula silently, his eyes were clear, the pale green spiritual power stimulated the barren soil, and the new plants entangled the living corpses, which also blocked their progress.

Mo Lingyun stared intently, and suddenly remembered that Ning Qingmu's spiritual roots, in this world, as long as there is still a thread of vitality, he can become the home court.

These living corpses are formed by extracting souls from evil methods. At least one of them has a foundation-building stage of cultivation. I don't know if any living corpse has become the corpse king. If there is any further delay, the corpse king will be alarmed.

"If I had known this before, I should have persuaded Brother Wudu to go." Ning Qing coughed muffledly, suppressing the fishy sweetness in his throat. As troublesome as they are.

"Zhelan..." Jing Rong wanted to speak, but Ning Qing raised his hand to stop him. There was a slight smile in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "It's still early, senior brother."

Yes, compared to these, the main tomb may be the most dangerous existence.

"Yes, how about... I'll help my uncle?" Mo Lingyun swallowed, only to hear Jing Rong sigh from the side: "No need."

Ning Qing is a low-key person, and rarely participates in sect competitions. Compared with the outstanding disciples of Xuantianzong in the same class, he seems to be worthy of the name of Jindan cultivation base and the first beauty, but the experience of Shuyang secret realm made Mo Lingyun understand, Ning Qing Qing is definitely not a vase.

He drove the sword very simply, and his moves went straight to the deadly point. When the formulas in his mouth gradually changed, the moves in his hands also changed with the reaction of the living corpse. How could a person with such a quick response ability be a vase.

When Ning Qing landed, his face paled a lot, and he whispered: "I temporarily blocked the living corpse's detection of anger, and left quickly."

When he raised his eyes again, the eternal smile in Ning Qing's eyes didn't fade away, but there was a sense of probing, and he said: "Nephew, you are not right..."

"What?" Mo Lingyun was taken aback.

"Why are you not afraid?" Ning Qing said this in a cloud of fog, and completely passed out the next moment.

Jing Rong caught the fainted Ning Qing first, and didn't want to pester the others, "Get out of here first."

Mo Lingyun looked at his empty hands, feeling quite aggrieved: "But I'm not afraid..."

He knew what Ning Qing was referring to. Ordinary people would have been scared out of their wits when they walked through the Ten Thousand Snake Cave and the Living Corpse Tomb, but he didn't react at all.

Yan Huai also passed the tomb of the living corpses, but their attitude was that they almost called the corpse king out to show them the way.

The high-level magic cultivator's method of restraining the living corpse is the spirit transfer technique. Two people cooperate, one recites the spell, and the other knocks the gong.

Yan Huai closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently, while Shu Huayan knocked on his little gong reluctantly, muttering, "Your Majesty, why don't you come to knock the gong."

Yan Huai glanced at him coolly, and replied, "I only know how to play the flute."

Shu Huayan, who got Yan Huai's answer, was silent for a second, and the living corpses around him jumped back as they crawled out. So far, the obstacles in the tomb of the ancestor of Shuyang are extremely conducive to the breaking of high-level demon cultivators. I just don't know what the level to the main tomb will look like.

"Isn't there going to be a bloody confession at that time?" Shu Huayan shook his sore hand from beating the gong.

Yan Huai didn't speak, but from his eyes, Shu Huayan seemed to understand five words: drain your blood.

Shu Huayan shook his head, and said righteously: "Farewell, it's so old-fashioned!"

******

Jing Rong walked all the way with Ning Qing behind her back, but she still couldn't see the end.

The two people were originally far apart because of the time relationship, but now they are getting closer because of the difficulty of solving obstacles.

When Ning woke up, the sky was dim, Mo Lingyun was holding dry food, and Jing Rong leaned against the old tree, his eyes were full of fatigue, "What is hidden in this tomb?"

"Perhaps it is the highest law of Qianjiu Palace." Ning straightened his drooping hair. It was passed down to her daughter Shu Yanqing."

"It's just that Shu Yanqing is obsessed with Yanqi, and she doesn't know people well. As soon as Patriarch Shuyang died, she was robbed of the position of Palace Master and died in Huangquan." Ning Qing said methodically, "If you want to come, Patriarch Shuyang already I made second-hand preparations, but it's a pity that Shu Yanqing didn't last long enough to discover Yan Qi's ambition."

"The harvest in this secret realm may be much more than we imagined."

Mo Lingyun gnawed on the cake, writing all over his face, he couldn't understand a word of what Ning Qing and Jing Rong said.

It was always dark in this secret place, and Ning Qing couldn't figure out how long they had been in. There were a lot of poisonous insects, snakes and rats on the mountain, and occasionally some old and new bloodstains could be seen, but they couldn't find half of the living people other than them.

"Uncle, is there an exit from this tomb?" Mo Lingyun asked him while cutting a wooden branch.

"There will be." Ning Qing rolled up his sleeves. The stream in this mountain is running water, that is to say, it has its source and source, not stagnant water.

Jing Rong sat under the old tree, not intending to answer.

"Master, are you tired?"

"There is something in this secret realm that suppresses my original power." Jing Rong's expression was light, and his answer was also light.

"Brother, do you know what the outside world is like now?"

"There is no soul lamp extinguisher for the immigrant, and no one has gone out yet."

Mo Lingyun took another bite of the pancake, and he thought, Master and Uncle are the ones who blame the meal for saying this.

"Does Uncle Master eat pancakes?" Mo Lingyun handed Ning Qing a freshly baked pancake.

Ning Qing was about to refuse, but stopped his movements and murmured, "He's here too?!"

"What's here too?"

Yan Huai at the other place stopped at the same position as Ning Qing and the others, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier separating the two groups of people, even though they even sat in similar positions.

Shu Huayan yawned and yelled sleepily, Yan Huai sat on the top of the tree without moving, and Rong Sa worked tirelessly to clear the fallen leaves for the young master to prepare for a place to sleep.

Yan Huai turned over the flute in his hand, the red mole on the side of the phalanx of the little finger of his right hand was extremely eye-catching, and it was hidden in the flip of his hand.

The Ten Thousand Snakes Cave and the Tomb of the Living Dead are too simple for high-level demon cultivators. It is impossible for the ancestor Shuyang to be unprepared against Yanqi. It is the same target.

He is good at poison, and he knows the ambushes of the magic cultivator, Shu Hua is good at divination, and he is a direct blood of the Shu family, and he has Rong Sa to help him with martial arts. As long as he cooperates well, he can still reduce a lot of risks.

Shu Huayan was so sleepy that he leaned against the tree trunk and fell asleep before Rong Sa made a bed for him.

Yan Huai beckoned for Rong Sa to come up, he casually sketched the rune and hid it between Rong Sa's brows, and then looked at Shu Huayan, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and a ray of light hid between Shu Huayan's brows.

Yan Huai looked at Shu Huayan and didn't know what he was planning, and the next moment he heard Shu Huayan talking in his sleep.

"Fujun, your lips are so beautiful, hehe."

"Hands look good too, so white and long..."

...let's put a banning spell on it.

It was pitch black, and as soon as Shu Huayan woke up, he found that he couldn't speak. He asked the other two people with his eyes, and it was only after Yan Huai snapped his fingers that he could speak again.

"What am I doing again?" Shu Huayan rubbed his cheeks, he is now very good at finding reasons for his punishment.

"Young Master." Rong Sa called him, "You said that Fu Jun has good-looking hands and good-looking mouth, and looks good everywhere."

"Then didn't I praise him? Why did he ban me?"

"You also: Hehehe~" Rong Sa vividly restored it to him.

Shu Huayan looked at Rong Sa's honest face with a very obscene expression, and couldn't help but choked up, oh my god, is there a hole?Bury him on the spot. Has he grown courage again?In the dream, there was also someone molesting the Fujun.

The two groups of people walked similar paths into the new cave, and their sight was dark again, only a little light came from the top of the cave.

This cave is not as peaceful as the previous two. The calmer it is, the more vigilant it is. Shu Huayan squinted his eyes and looked at the cave, but he couldn't see clearly.

Until the brilliance of the treasure in Yan Huai's palm circulated and illuminated the entire cave.

The three people in the other place also repeated the same action.

"The sky coffin?"

"72 formations in the sky coffin?"

Unanimous words came from Yan Huai and Ning Qing's mouths, and they silently looked at the coffin hanging in mid-air.

"So cruel?" Shu Huayan was surprised.

"What is the sky coffin?" Mo Lingyun asked curiously.

"The sky coffin is a very early funeral custom. I didn't expect to see it here." Ning Qing touched a silver hairpin, and tied it down according to the shadow part covered by the coffin. Black, the toxicity has long since penetrated deep into the ground.

"Swallow it." Ning Qing handed Mo Lingyun an antidote pill.

Mo Lingyun was blinded by the poisonous gas, and Ning Qing obediently swallowed the things he was handed, and Ning Qing pulled his sleeves to retreat, listening to him say: "We are not ready enough, don't go in yet. "

The Shu Huayan on the other side did not have any adverse reactions, after all, he still had the kit from Yan Huai on him, and it was produced by the Fujun, which must be a treasure.

Shu Huayan put two copper coins in his hands, muttering: "It's a bit troublesome, there are 72 formations in the coffin today."

"If you can't detect the entrance to the formation, you can feed the snake." Yan Huai said in a cool tone.

Shu Huayan, who was still lazy at first, choked up, and said sadly: "You trust me too much, Mr. Fu."

Yan Huai ignored him, and he continued, "I don't have the skill to feed snakes. Raising snakes is very particular, okay?"

"Young master, that's not what Fu Jun said about feeding snakes." Rong Sa corrected.

"Don't talk! It will affect my divination!" Shu Huayan stared, why didn't he know that Yan Huai was talking about throwing him to feed the snakes, isn't he trying to distort the original meaning to win his own life? !