There are more than a dozen moonstones that have lost their spiritual energy embedded in the ceiling of the cave, and the layout in the cave is also very simple. There is only a bluestone bed on the side, and there is a rotten futon on the bed, and there are corpses and bones lying on the side.

Zhang Shiping glanced and saw the storage bag at the waist of the corpse. But he didn't take it, and walked in the opposite direction of the stone bed without seeing it.

After walking about four hundred feet, he stopped, and then stepped on it casually, and the blue bricks under his feet immediately sank by an inch.

For a moment, rumbling sounds echoed in the cave.

And in the open space in front of several feet away, there suddenly appeared a hole about Zhang Xu long and wide, and below it was a stone staircase step by step, with no end in sight at a glance.

The cave where he is now has long been disguised by Tian Wu as a place for casual practice.

The real cave is located deeper in the ground.

Zhang Shiping's spiritual consciousness came out of his body, and in an instant, he made a general survey of the situation inside, and then flicked his sleeves, cold lights flew out from the cuffs, and he saw eighteen green frost swords that turned into inches long Like a swimming fish, it circled about a foot away from the body, forming a shield of aura.

With his hands behind his back, he walked down calmly.

At the beginning, the entrance was only about Zhang Xu in length and width, but as it went down, it became wider and wider.

After going down three or four hundred feet deep, Zhang Shiping came to a corridor, which was four or five feet high and three feet wide.

As soon as he stepped in, the oil lamps on the walls on both sides of the corridor lit up one after another.

Each lamp is separated by a distance of two zhang, and the flames are like beans, and the darkness is uncertain.

A hundred zhang away in front, on the left and right sides of the corridor stood a stone statue of an evil ghost with green faces and fangs, and wings folded behind.

There is a miserable green light curtain in front of them, which is used to prevent outsiders from trespassing.

That is to say, this protective barrier condensed by Musha Qi blocked Zhang Tianwu, making him come several times, but returned without success.

Zhang Shiping narrowed his eyes slightly, and subconsciously released his spiritual sense to detect the light curtain, but the divine sense only stretched out tens of feet, and was immediately blocked by some kind of restriction.

Immediately, on the bricks and stones of the wall, talismans suddenly appeared one by one, and the aura disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, he had already memorized half of these talismans, which was of some help in breaking the formation.

But Zhang Shiping didn't have much joy, instead he was a little disappointed. From these talismans, he saw that three or five of them were only started to be used by Xiaohuanjie in the past ten thousand years.

In this way, the owner of this place is not a real ancient monk.

In the past ten thousand years, the highest cultivation level in Nanzhou has only reached Huashen, and the number of them is not large, less than ten fingers.

Therefore, in his opinion, this place is probably just the place where the Nascent Soul cultivator used to practice.

"I hope you can give me some surprises in the end." Zhang Shiping lost interest immediately.

He moved his fingers slightly and made a rubbing sound.

There was a flash of red light, and one of the Qingshuang swords suddenly became three feet long from an inch.

Immediately, a red light condensed on the tip of the sword, and disappeared in the same place, and appeared a hundred feet away in the next moment, stabbing at the light curtain.

For a moment, red and green auras flickered, and the light curtain suddenly sank.

Suddenly, Zhang Shiping's face changed, and with a thought, the Qingshuang Sword suddenly flew upside down.

At the same time, two clouds of smoke, one black and one white, gushed out from the huge fangs of the two evil ghost stone statues, filling the entire corridor.

After the smoke mixed, it turned into a gray appearance, rolling towards the front, and everywhere it went was covered with frost.

Seeing this, he raised his hand, and a flash of spiritual light shot out, and a blue-purple spiritual fire emerged from a distance of more than ten feet in front of him, turning into a wall of fire.

As soon as the ice mist came into contact with the wall of fire, there was a loud hissing sound.

The two were at odds with each other, and a series of talismans lit up on the wall, and the light and shadow flowed, converging towards the two stone statues, and the cold power in the mist increased a lot.

Originally, in this situation, the monk should have to give in a little bit, stop and study the formation well, so as to break the restriction.

But now Zhang Shiping didn't have such thoughts, his mana was running, and the blue-purple aura of the fire curtain was even more dazzling.

He walked slowly, and every time he took a step forward, the ice mist was pushed back by a step.

The distance of hundreds of feet was quickly covered, and the mist condensed into a gray-blue ice wall at this moment.

With a thought in Zhang Shiping's mind, the eighteen green frost swords turned into more than a hundred sword threads, and then condensed into a giant sword with bright aura, and under the blessing of majestic mana, it suddenly shot forward.

Kacha made a few sounds, and the ice wall broke through.

The miserable green light curtain at the back hadn't held on for a few breaths, but it was pierced through by the giant sword like a rag.

Then the sword light split, and as the red light flickered, the two stone statues of evil spirits broke into several pieces in an instant.

With a bang, the gravel fell on the masonry of the corridor.

He walked through the pile of rubble, and the aura around him blocked all the dust.

Not far ahead is a huge stone door with double doors closed.

The talismans are densely packed on it, and the colorful auras are constantly flashing. It is obvious that there are several restraining formations on the stone gate.

For Zhang Tianwu, there was naturally nothing he could do with his Golden Core stage cultivation.

But now in front of Zhang Shiping, these restrictions seem extremely tyrannical~lightnovelpub.net~ but in fact they are just ordinary.

With a wave of his sleeve, the huge sword flew up and stabbed fiercely towards Shimen.

In an instant, there was a wave of shaking like the surface of water from the stone gate, and then green lights radiated everywhere, making it impossible to look directly at.

But Zhang Shiping was not affected in the slightest, his fingers kept bouncing, his hands formed complicated handprints, and then he raised both hands.

Two red and yellow thorns shot out from his hand, directly hitting the stone gate full of restraints.

The green door, which was closed tightly at once, slowly opened amidst a low buzzing sound, revealing a long square passageway inside.

"It turned out to be a mausoleum, and the owner of this place should be just a casual cultivator." Zhang Shiping urged his spiritual consciousness to sweep in, and said slowly.

As for the identity of the monks here, he can get a general idea after a little guesswork.

After all, if it was the Nascent Soul monks of the Five Sects or other sects, they were mostly buried in the secret realm of the sect, or buried in the cemetery of the clan. It is absolutely impossible to deliberately build a mausoleum outside.

Then he strode in without saying a word.

From the looks of it, this passage should have been dug out of the ground directly with a magic weapon, and reinforced by earthen magic. The walls are extremely smooth, and there are stone paintings engraved on the wall.

The passage was not too long, only about a hundred feet or so. Zhang Shiping's eyes lit up, and he saw a neat stone hall in front of him.

This hall is about fifty or sixty feet wide and more than eight feet high.

In the middle of the stone hall, stood a blue sarcophagus several feet long, engraved with dense blood-colored talismans, which were incantations for suppressing corpses and sealing souls.

Seeing this, he couldn't help frowning, after all, who would cast a spell to seal himself?

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