The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 The inside of the passage was pitch black. Liang Yan stood outside the tomb and looked down. He only felt that it was a bottomless pit, and he didn't know where it would eventually lead.

　　 However, it is not the time for the governor to hesitate, so he secretly urged the threadman to control Yao An to lead the team into the tunnel.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!

　　 Yao An shook the bell in his hand again, and took the lead into the tunnel by himself, and a group of dead bodies behind him also lined up in a long line under the control of the bell, and walked into the tunnel one by one.

　　 Liang Yan was mixed in the pile of dead bodies, his face expressionless at the moment, and he also walked forward with these corpses, but at the moment when he was about to enter the tunnel, he suddenly felt his heart, and his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the upper right.

　　 At this glance, he was scared into a cold sweat.

　　Because of the huge statue of the bald old man, the neck turned slowly at this moment, and then suddenly lowered his head, looking towards Liang Yan with that open one eye!

　　 A icy chill rises from the bottom of his heart, and Liang Yan's whole person is like an ice cellar. However, he had always seen the opportunity very quickly, and immediately turned his head, without even looking at the statue. At the same time, he tried his best to operate the Heavenly Secret Orb in his body, and erased all the aura of his own.

Snapped!

　　 Liang Yan stepped on the dark tunnel, but nothing happened behind him. Hearing a creaking sound of the grinding stone, the statue of the bald old man slowly turned his neck back.

　　 Feeling the disappearance of his eyes behind him, Liang Yan let out a sigh of relief in his heart. Just now he tried his best to run the Heavenly Secret Orb, and his nerves were tense, and there was a sense of collapse, but fortunately, he was fooled by him in the end.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!

　　 Yao An rang the bell again, and the whole team entered the tomb quietly and neatly. After the last dead corpse passed, the separated tomb slowly closed, and finally there was no more light.

　　...

　　 Just as Liang Yan entered the tomb of the dead, he was in a secret room far below the ground. An old man with a square face wearing a purple robe and loose hair suddenly opened his eyes.

　　 saw his brows frown, and then stretched out his right hand to count silently for a while, seemingly puzzled.

　　 "What's going on, why did the statue of Patriarch suddenly feel a little bit!"

　　 He raised his head and stared at a square altar table in front of him. On the altar table, there are seven layers of wooden shelves. On each layer of wooden shelves are displayed several wooden signs, which look like tablets.

　　On the wooden shelf on the highest floor, only a wooden sign was placed. There was an oil lamp in front of the wooden sign, which was gently swaying at this moment. The wooden sign is engraved with three small characters "Murong Han".

　　The purple-robed old man stared at the tablet closely, as if he was in a trance. After a while, he sighed slightly: "The statue of the Patriarch has been silent for many years, and the fluctuations just now are minimal. Maybe it's just my illusion..."

　　 After he spoke a word, he sat there, but there was only a moment of silence, and he reached out his hand and patted in the air again.

　　 Rumble!

　　 With a sound, the door to the secret room behind the purple-robed old man was slowly pushed open, and then a small, ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in.

　　 This person didn't seem to like to talk more. After entering the door, he just stood behind the purple-robed old man with his hands down, looking like he was waiting for instructions.

　　 "Go, check it out, who has entered the sect in the past few days." The purple-robed old man said lightly.

　　 "Yes, Yu Hufa!"

　　......

　　 Liang Yan followed the dead corpse team and walked slowly forward. Although the surrounding area was dark, he didn't worry about turning off the road, because there was only one way to go.

　　 After about half an hour, a little light suddenly came in front of him. Liang Yan looked up and saw that it was actually an entrance for one person. Yao An walked at the front of the team, naturally the first to exit the cave, and the dead bodies behind him also passed in order.

　　 When Liang Yan also stepped past the entrance of the cave, he discovered that there was an abyss beyond the entrance of the cave!

　　 The terrain here is peculiar, like a bottomless bucket magnified countless times, and Liang Yan and they just walked out of a small hole in the wall of the bucket. If it weren't for a platform under their feet, they would have fallen down at this moment.

　　 Liang Yan stood in the pile of dead bodies and looked around, and saw that there were innumerable large and small holes in the surrounding stone walls, and only one of them had just come out.

　　 There is a platform outside each entrance, and there are suspension bridges between the platforms. These suspension bridges crisscross and extend in all directions, connecting almost all the platforms in front of the entrance. On these suspension bridges, many monks in black robes were coming and going. Although there were not many people, they did not appear deserted.

　　 "It seems that within the Fan Zongmen, no disciple will be allowed to fly at will..."

　　 Liang Yan thought this way, then looked down, and saw that there was an abyss below. Not only was it bottomless, but there seemed to be something hidden in the faint darkness, staring at everyone.

　　 But this feeling was only a fleeting moment, Liang Yan calmed down his thoughts in an instant, no longer looked around, but followed the team of dead bodies onto the suspension bridge.

　　 Yao An rang the bell and led the team ahead. He passed several platforms on the way and replaced several suspension bridges~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally stopped in front of a large platform.

　　 I saw a big man with a round face standing on this platform, his cultivation in the initial stage of foundation construction, and his clothes are quite elegant. At this moment, he was looking at Yao An with a smile on his face.

　　 "Disciple Yao An, search for the corpse and return to the sect, and ask Elder Ma for acceptance!" Yao An said with a dull expression.

　　 "Hey, it's easy to talk and talk..."

　　 The round-faced burly man called "Elder Ma" waved his hand indifferently, and at the same time secretly handed Yao An an expression of "you understand", as if he had no intention of going forward for acceptance.

　　 "What's the situation?!" Liang Yan whispered secretly.

Today, Yao An has been controlled by Liang Yan with the Xianxian. He has no consciousness at all, and only mechanically executes Liang Yan’s commands, such as "bring him into the sect" and "return to the sect". Instructions.

　　 And the elder Ma who was in charge of the acceptance in front of him seemed to be familiar with Yao An, and the two seemed to have some vague agreements that Liang Yan didn't know, which was more difficult to handle.

　　 "Is it about to show up just after entering the sect?"

　　 Just when Liang Yan was secretly anxious, the elder Ma on the opposite side glanced at Yao An again, seeing that he still had an indifferent expression, he couldn't help but whispered anxiously:

"Hey, I said you white-eyed wolf! This time I went out to search for dead bodies. If I didn't fight for the sect, would it be your turn? Later, you will not only receive a lot of rewards, but also get a mouthful of food. Corpse coffin, don't you kid still know how to express it?"

　　 "It turns out that the benefits are coming!"

　　 Liang Yan was secretly relieved as he rolled his eyes secretly.