Chapter 610 Cave

In the middle of the night, Qin Yan was refreshed when he saw a cliff from afar: This is what is said in the map! From the bottom of the mountain, you can see the underground palace.

Close to the cliff, the vegetation on the surface is gradually thinning, and there is a yellow-brown rockland in the green sea. The birds in the air are extinct, and the surroundings are dead, as if an inexplicable strong force has blocked the footsteps of creatures.

Looking at the folds of the mountain rock layers, Qin Yan frowned. Although he had never felt the invisible pressure, he was a little resistant to continuing to move forward in his subconscious. Although it was abrupt, it would never come without reason. Such a silent atmosphere is almost certainly caused by a strong monster declaring its territory. The cultivation of this monster must be above Tianyuan, otherwise it will not bring him such pressure.

Climbing to the high platform half of the cliff, without the obstruction of the protruding strange rocks, the red hole suddenly appeared in front of you. The light inside is strong, like a burning fire.

Qin Yan stood in front of the cave, feeling the burning flames coming to his face and explore the situation in the cave. From the outside, the space in the cave is still open, at least 40 meters away from the red rock wall on the other side. He turned his footsteps and saw that the oblique road was obviously concave, and the slope was very steep, and he could not see the bottom after more than ten steps.

"Brother Qin, why don't you leave? Did you see anything?"

Qin Yan looked solemn and whispered, "I smelled acquaintances."

"Is the song in it?" Cheng Gang also stepped forward, stood next to him, and threw a look inside, but found nothing.

"Hmm. Their speed is much slower than I expected. I thought we would meet in the underground palace..."

"Are they deliberately waiting for us here?"

"No, they shouldn't know us. But maybe they have set traps inside and wait for us to go there. Don't worry, just wait outside. They won't leave, and we won't go in to see what tricks he can do!"

The war is coming, and the atmosphere is also solemn. Thinking of going to compete with Ge Xinglie, Hao Chenang and others, people were no longer in the mood to talk and laugh. They clenched their weapons and silently waited for the reaction in the cave.

Only Xinxian didn't seem to feel the tension in the air at all. At this time, she was still in the mood to train Bailang to practice.

On a rock below the cliff, Xinxian held a wooden stick and chased the white waves and jumped up and down, screaming repeatedly.

After her tossing day and night, Bai Lang's body has made obvious progress, and there has been some elegant demeanor between the moves. When he jumped between the rocks, Ye Yingru, who was weaker, could hardly see his figure clearly. However, Xinxian was still very dissatisfied. She followed Bai Lang like a shadow, beating him with a stick from time to time, chasing and scolding:

"How come your jumping posture is as ugly as a toad after practicing for so long?"

Bai Lang was very aggrieved: "Didn't you teach me that life is more important than manners!"

"How dare you talk back! That was when I was a beginner, and now it's different! If you are still so ugly when fighting with people, where can I put my face as a teacher? Where are you going?" After a big shout, Xin Xian knocked Bai Lang to the ground with a blow and said angrily, "Why did I find a stupid disciple like you! Why are you so embarrassed to name Bai Lang? I think it's better to change it to an idiot!"

Bai Lang didn't dare to speak, got up and continued to accept Xinxian's**. After experiencing so many things, the cold and arrogant swordsman in Qingweiju has completely changed, and he can be indifferent to the endless ridicule of the immortals.

Waited for more than half a day, and the enemy in the cave did not respond. In Qin Yan's perception, they still stayed in place, as if they were consumed by their own group.

The dawn is coming. At this time, the fine rain falling from the sky was not only not cool at all, but also hot, sprinkled on the body like fire, which was uncomfortable.

Qin Yan can use qi to resist this heat, but most other people are already sweating, especially Xiaozhu, whose internal strength is the lightest, her skin is red, and she gritted her teeth and endures silently.

If it goes on like this, you don't have to fight fiercely, and your fighting power will be much weakened. Qin Yan had to decide to act in advance: "Brother Cheng Gang, let's go in. Others follow behind, don't get too close.

He walked in first, staring at the sunken depression. Just as his vision crossed the wall of the cave and suddenly opened and turned, his heart suddenly had a warning, and a purple-red sword spirit suddenly stabbed from the oblique lower corner. He waved it casually and blocked it with the blue sword.

Then, he saw more than ten feet of singing in a big cloak, and his sharp eyes also looked at him coldly.

Behind Ge Xinglie are a group of masters such as You Xiahan and Song Qingsha. Farther away, Hao Chenyan stood alone in front of a stone crack, with his back to Qin Yan, as if he were groping for something. Hearing the sound of Qin Yan's engagement with Ge Xinglie, he did not look back.

Qin Yan looked around the field and did not find any traps and formations, so he made a judgment on their actions: Ge Xinglie and others were not waiting for him, but were blocked here by the organs, and Hao Chengan was exploring ways to move forward.

There are seven maps of Qiyao Treasure, and Ge Xinglie only got six. Although it is barely enough, there are still some omissions in the arrangement of the organs in the underground palace. Although these missing organs are only a small part, they may also have the power to completely destroyed the whole team.

"How's it going?" Qin Yan slowly approached and asked like meeting an old friend.

Ge Xinglie's eyes rose with fierce flames, his wrists slowly turned, and the evil sword light and the edge of the Qingming sword shined. His thin lips moved slightly and said coldly, "Your arrival is the biggest misfortune."

Qin Yan smiled and said, "Why do you have to say that? I know it's hard to walk here, but you don't have to work so hard next. I'll take the rest of the road for you!"

Ge Xinglie also smiled and spit out a cold sentence from between his teeth: "It depends on whether you have this ability." He stretched out his arms and took off the big cuff on his body to let You Xiahan catch it behind him. Although this dress is domineering and majestic enough, it is not suitable for fighting with others. In the face of such a strong opponent as the chief of Magic Gate, any unfavorable factor may cause lifelong regret.

"What a pity, little song. I thought you should call your brother respectfully even if you didn't pay your head..."

Before Qin Yan finished his joke, he was forced to shut up by the strong wind. Ge Xinglie's figure attacked like a strong wind, and the luster of the purple sword deepened layer by layer, and finally melted into a pure dark color. The deep flame slightly touched the blood in Qin Yan's body, making his arms tremble uncontrollably.