After reaching an agreement with the silver little old man, Liu Zhengyang immediately asked him to take him into the crypt.

After walking into the crypt, the first thing Liu Zhengyang saw was a staircase, and it was a staircase with nine curves and eighteen bends, extending downwards. It felt like a mountaineering road in the opposite direction. Obviously building ruins underground but deliberately creating such a difficult staircase, intuition told Liu Zhengyang that there was a problem.

He stopped at the head of the stairs and turned to look at the little old man.

"Have you noticed the problem?" The little old man answered cheerfully: "This is the first trap you need to face when entering the crypt, poisonous gas. The stairs are deliberately built with nine and eighteen bends, just to prolong the cultivator's life. Time in the stairs, poisoning them even more."

Liu Zhengyang just felt that the shape of the stairs was too strange, and he stopped when he subconsciously felt that there was a problem.

As for the specific problem, he certainly couldn't tell.

Now that he heard the little old man's answer, he suddenly realized, and at the same time, he was terrified.

He quickly observed the situation around him, and soon saw that there were many fine holes on the walls on both sides of the stairs. In the dark environment, if you didn't observe carefully, it was almost impossible to see it. The monk's gas.

Liu Zhengyang was secretly shocked and had to sigh at the great danger of this ruin.

You know, this poison gas alone is enough to overwhelm many powerful cultivators, not to mention that there must be more dangerous traps inside. And the existence of the little old man is itself an insurance, enough to stop most monks. Even if a few monks were lucky enough to defeat the little old man, if they had a relaxed attitude after winning, they would most likely fall into a trap.

While Liu Zhengyang thought of all this secretly, the little old man had already guessed what Liu Zhengyang was thinking.

A smug look gradually appeared on his face.

And when Liu Zhengyang saw his proud face, he was angry.

He felt that he was being despised by the little old man.

So he deliberately said: "It is estimated that you poison gas is enough to poison ordinary monks, but it is impossible to poison me. Ordinary poisons are meaningless to highly accomplished alchemists. We Detoxify."

After speaking, Liu Zhengyang strode directly into the crypt.

The little old man floating in the air was stunned when he saw Liu Zhengyang's movements.

He stopped loudly: "You stop! Do you want to die?"

Liu Zhengyang ignored the little old man and walked forward on his own.

He did so for a reason.

At first, he was very unhappy with the little old man's contemptuous attitude, and he needed to prove himself to the little old man.

Only then will their relationship be equal.

After all, the status of a cultivator is based on strength.

Second, it was necessary for Liu Zhengyang to show the little old man his alchemy skills.

Because just relying on the verbal explanation just now, the little old man may not be convinced. Even if he took Liu Zhengyang into the crypt with a skeptical attitude, the necessary precautions must still be very strong. As a result, when Liu Zhengyang wants to do something, there will definitely be resistance.

But if you show the little old man his alchemy skills, then he will speak a lot more.

While speaking, Liu Zhengyang had already walked into the stairs and triggered the mechanism.

A large amount of poisonous gas was spewed out from the wall.

A pungent smell filled the air.