Chapter 625 sneaky

Qin Yan interrupted Langyajing's nagging: "Where is the immortal method of Jiuxiao Zifu?"

"Jiuxiao Purple Mansion Fairy Law! Oh, this is the most valuable thing in the underground palace. You really have a vision! But this thing is hidden far away, and it needs to crack a lot of mechanisms..."

"I want to go no matter how far!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you. However, we will pass by the poisonous beads and the divine jade tripod on the way. Do you want to consider taking them away?

"...then just take it!"

"Wow, prince, you look reluctantly, and you just look at the treasure like dung! This realm is much higher than those so-called Buddhist monks, and I admire it from the bottom of my heart..."

"Less flattery and concentrate on leading the way!"

With the guidance of the local head snake of Langya Mirror, the organs along the way did not hinder Qin Yan. One bird walked through the underground palace and collected hundreds of poisonous beads and divine jade tripod all the way. But when he came to the place where Liuguang Hongmeng Danjuan was placed, Langya Jing exclaimed: "It's gone! Why is it gone? Which thief took it? It's better to pray that I won't meet the old man..."

When the crow scolded, Qin Yan faintly felt the darkness and killing breath remaining nearby. He guessed that the man must be Ge Xinglie, and his heart began to feel urgent.

"Go!" He said in a low voice, "Don't worry about anything else! Take me to find the immortal method of Jiuxiao Zifu! Hurry up!"

The crow is hovering in mid-air, and his mouth is still chattering: "That thief is really abominable--"

Qin Yan slapped him impatiently and only heard a bang. The crow's head fell to the ground, made a scream, twitched a few times, and then flew up. He no longer dared to say anything and went straight ahead.

In the depths of the tunnel, Hao Chen Gang stood in front of a dark gate, stroked the complicated and strange patterns on the door. His face was solemn and he didn't say a word.

Seeing his look, everyone speculated whether there was a demon sealed in it, or a fierce beast in the era of the flood and famine, which surprised the strongest of the young generation so much that he had not recovered for so long.

After a long time, Hao Chenang turned around and said in a heavy tone, "There is a lot of yin in this, and there may be charms and resentment. Everyone must be careful to keep the spiritual platform clear. Don't shout when you encounter evil things. Follow the people in front of you closely. Even if you hear any noise, don't look back..."

He said a lot of ways to prevent resentment, which made everyone drowsy.

People don't think so. Which master who can get here has never seen a sneaky evil thing? Even Lin Muyao and Mu Chengxue, who are the weakest, have already learned a few tricks to deal with resentment in Qingweiju, and a few little ghosts are not talking about it at all.

Even the last white wave of the team felt that Hao Chen had made a big deal. Everyone was not a child, so why did he need to teach so hand in hand? What's more, even if there is a situation, there is still his head of the "eight princes" in front of him! Isn't it, Miss Xin...Huh! Xin girl?

Bai Lang found that the Xinxian beside him didn't know when he had run away. Then he took a closer look. It turned out that the little girl had slipped to the front of the team and stood next to He Lianshan. She was listening attentively to Hao Chen's explanation of the precautions. She was so fascinated that she almost took out a paper note.

'The girl has always been cynical, and there are times when she is so serious...'

But after all, a serious person like Xinxian is unique. Cheng Gang listened to Haochen's words and was impatient for a long time. He couldn't help saying, "Are there any Tianyuan-level demons in it?"

"I haven't found it for the time being. But in such a place, the number of ghosts will be particularly large..."

"Oh." Cheng Gang is not interested in the number of ghosts, and no matter how many evil spirits there are, he can't shake him at all. "Then let's go!"

He was not going to wait any longer. He strode up and reached out to push the dark door. Hao Chenyan didn't stop him, but his face was a little heavier.

The door opened in the middle, as if opening the entrance of Huangquan, and a dark, dirty, dull, rotten and strange smell came to his face. People's vision dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the spirit stone light on the wall of the cave shrank into a vague little dot under the impact of the dark atmosphere, which can no longer play a role in lighting. In a short short time, the originally bright tunnel has become as dark as midnight.

"Everyone follow the people in front of you, no matter what sound you hear, don't look back..." Hao Chenkang's instructions also seemed vague at this time.

Bai Lang was the last one to enter the gate. At that moment, he felt that his whole body was penetrated by yin qi inside and outside, and his mind was in a trance. He hurriedly made the ghost formula of Qingweiju wake up and followed Ye Yingru's footsteps in front of him.

Ye Yingru whispered to Liu Wanyun: "I heard that when this underground mausoleum was completed, the Taizu of the previous dynasty buried the bones of Lin Guifei here and killed thousands of maids to die for her. Later, the exit was closed, and all the people, craftsmen and the supervisor generals died in it..."

"It's just rumors without reason. Don't always think about these things!"

"But they are very scared, and they can't help it! Look at the smoke around here. It's dark. It seems that there are still people talking inside... Ah! I heard the voices of those maids!"

Ye Yingru shrank into Liu Wanyun's arms. Liu Wanyun patted her back and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid. They are all useless little ghosts who can't hurt people. Don't look at it! Think about your Yulang, guess what he is doing now?

"He, hum! I only think about those treasures all day, and maybe now I'm fighting with Ge Xinglie in which corner..."

Listening to the conversation between the two women, Bai Lang only felt that their voices were pulled into an extremely strange rhyme. They gradually moved forward and threw themselves farther and farther away. When they were about to catch up, they suddenly came from other places, sometimes left and right, uncertain.

He was made to turn around, his eyes were dark, and he thought muddledly, 'Am I going the wrong way? Where should I go? What about their footsteps? Where are the footsteps?'

He recited the ghost formula in a low voice, reluctantly cheered up, carefully searched for the footsteps nearby, and found that the two women in front of him had gone far away, and quickly pulled out his legs to chase them.

But he immediately found something wrong.

As the pace accelerated, his own footsteps gradually dispersed, as if they had become the footsteps of two people, messy and fragmentary. And the other person followed behind him.

He was suddenly creepy.

He really remembers that he was clearly the last in the team.

So who is the person behind?