Feng Moxi chuckled and said, "I don't say anything, and fellow Daoist Leng should not treat me as a soft persimmon. Yes, so what if I took some things.

I can’t find the items and don’t take them, just wait for others to share them!”

"Hahaha~!" Yu Ruyi also laughed exaggeratedly, "It's so funny. Why don't you give me a piece of the Bingfeng Sword in your hand?"

Yang Yueying also said, "You killed a monster, but you didn't see you split a leg for us."

"Hahaha, it makes sense. We didn't see the magic weapon you got, and we didn't know what to do!" Gou Yunting also laughed.

"You, you...!" Leng Bingbing's eyes were about to burst into flames.

Suddenly he calmed down and said lightly, "Do you know what she was holding? Haha, ten thousand years of stone marrow, a hundred pieces..."

Yu Ruyi, Yang Yueying, Gou Yunting and Zhang Jun were stunned at the same time.

The two of them immediately showed a hint of joy on their faces.

The first two men used envious and jealous eyes to sing Feng Moxi Lingchi, and then squirted in unison: "It's all your business~!"

"Puchi!" At this moment, even Feng Moxi couldn't help laughing.

This world of cultivation is really interesting.

All I met were living treasures.

Her eyes slowly moved to the surrounding mountain walls.

Except for the caves outside, it is more trendy, and there is nothing unusual about it.

“What are you looking at?”

Feng Moxi shook his head and said, "I don't know either!"

As he said that, a few people slowly turned around the cave.

"Huh~! What is this?" Yang Yueying suddenly screamed, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw her standing in a corner of shadows, pointing at a stone wall, revealing an incredible expression.

Feng Moxi and Ximen Wuji flashed quickly.

Above that stone wall, it looks roughly uneven.

After a closer look, it turned out to be a few lines of fonts of old age.

"What did you write?" She had seen this thing before, and she thought the wall looked like that.

Potty-floating.

It's like a physical map.

It doesn't write like words at all.

Yu Ruyi said in surprise: "I almost got deceived by your appearance. It turns out that you are illiterate. No, I want to do it again where you just turned."

"Speak human words~!"

"Hahaha, a guy who is as unlucky as us said he buried his bones here.

It's pitiful, pitiful!

When we land in this broken place, it seems that we have to dig a grave first, sit and eat and wait for death.

No, let's make do with it, now pair up and have a baby.

Maybe ten thousand years later, this place will become another continent.”

Feng Moxi said coldly: "I just realized now that you are a chatterbox."

As he said that, he grabbed Yang Yueying's little hand, "Come on, say it~!"

Yang Yueying originally wanted to publish a long-term discussion.

When he saw the despised Yu Ruyi, he immediately said simply and clearly: "Chiyan Sect, He Kun, bury his bones, take care of him~!"

this……

It's also an unreliable one.

At this time, Ximen Wuji thought faintly: "I am He Kun, a disciple of the Chiyan Sect, buried my bones here.

I hope all the classmates who came here will take care of you~!"

After saying that, he stretched out his palm and patted it lightly on the stone wall.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yueying quickly stopped him, and a light of inspiration slapped at his wrist.

"You don't even let go of the remains of the dead. You're so perverted."

Ximen Wuji's backhand.

He intercepted Yang Yueying's spiritual light and slashed out the spiritual power directly.

"Boom~!" The stone wall with literal words suddenly shattered.

A smaller cave was revealed.

I saw an ancient dead bone sitting cross-legged in the small cave, hanging his head down.

It seems that it has been dead for hundreds of years.

Even the clothes were a bit decayed. With one touch of your hand, they turned into pieces.

An ancient storage bag fell on the ground.

Yu Ruyi grabbed her with quick eyes and hands, threw her on Yang Yueying and said, "You are from Chiyan Sect, and you are in your custody~!"

"You..." Leng Bingbing grabbed her hand, grabbed it for a moment, and hurriedly took it back, "What are you anxious about? Our young master just see if there are any clues."

"We won't see it!"

Leng Bingbing wished she could kill Yu Ruyi at this time. She looked so charming and charming, and she had bad intentions towards the young master.

I really think she is blind.

There must be ten thousand years of stone marrow in the storage bag.

But Ximen Wuji no longer has any abnormal movements.

She was anxious.

Yang Yueying was also a little surprised.

He looked at Feng Moxi and smiled and said, "I open it and take a look. Maybe there are really important clues."

As she said that, she slowly pulled open the storage bag.

At the same time, the expression on his face condensed.

The cultivation supplies in the storage bag were empty, only a few inconspicuous jade boxes were placed.

There was not even a monster's body.

I think this person has been having a hard time here.

And put it in the most conspicuous position in front.

Two jade slips were placed.

Yang Yueying took it out. The first one was indeed the identity jade plaque of Chiyan Sect. Its pure white color looked dim and dull on the surface.

It indicates that the owner of the jade slip has died.

She sighed deeply and gently placed the jade slip beside the bones.

Gou Yunting, Zhang Jun stepped forward to help.

The hole was sealed again.

After reading another jade slip, she hurriedly showed a hint of contemplation on her face.

Immediately, he put the jade slip in Feng Moxi's hand.

Feng Moxi knew that there were some key points in it, so he didn't refuse. He took it over and looked at it. The handwriting here became much simpler and clearer.

I saw it read:

I, He Kun, have no luck in the sky, and the fate of the demon heart comes to the world of the demon heart.

Perhaps, this is a vast world with many restrictions from unknown sources. In the end, I have never gone out in my life.

This mountain is called Death God Mountain, which is where the burial place of the eighty-seven monks of our group.

Some monks died when they came, while others were torn into pieces by monsters, and they didn't even know where to place their souls.

Some died slowly in the battle.

Some of them disappear without a trace because their life span is approaching.

I was lucky and unfortunate to persevere until the end.

There are 87 valleys in Death Mountain. It’s really a coincidence that there is a kind of monster in each valley.

They are huge, brave and good at fighting. If they are not promoted to the Golden Pill, it is almost difficult to become enemies with them.
To be continued...