At night, thick black clouds slowly floated, blocking the moonlight. It was pitch black below. I couldn't see my five fingers, and the sound of howling wind was everywhere.

This is a sign of heavy rain.

Qixuanmen, Tomb Valley.

Planted rows of trees bent down in the direction of the wind, and the leaves collided and rustled. On the earth, sand and stones were flying, making people unable to open their eyes.

The two disciples of the Qixuan Gate who were guarding the Tomb Valley followed the routine and patrolled around, they squinted their eyes in the wind and sand, looking up at the dark clouds above their heads.

It was dark and there was no trace of light. Occasionally, a lightning flash as thin as a spider web would appear, illuminating the earth like daytime, and then immediately extinguished. With the rumbling low thunder, it made people feel a sense of depression in their hearts.

They looked at the big trees that were blown by the wind, as well as the graves and tombstones standing on the open ground, and their hearts were chilling and they couldn't help but tremble.

Although both of them are martial arts practitioners and are full of masculinity, they cannot resist the random thoughts in their hearts.

In this tomb valley, there are important figures from the Qixuan Gate who have passed away from generation to generation. As long as they are at the core disciple level or above, they are qualified to be buried here and erect a monument after they die.

Many people have been buried from generation to generation. At first glance, they are full of gravestones and graves, which are gloomy every night, making people feel scared.

It was okay during the day and was brave. At night, they began to imagine some weird things in their minds, which scared themselves.

The howling wind tonight made the two disciples feel even more awe-inspiring. They only felt the wind was chilly, and they blew the goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Senior brother, it's getting late and it's raining heavily. Let's go back quickly and don't get wet." A disciple said, trembling in his words.

"Young brother isn't afraid anymore, are you?" said the senior brother who was talking to the disciple.

Although he was a little scared when he thought of some strange rumors about Tomb Valley, he naturally had to show his fearless appearance in front of his junior brother to demonstrate his courage.

Hearing his senior brother hit the nail on the head, the younger disciple's face turned slightly red. However, he did not refute, but lowered his voice and said, "Senior brother, you also know that the famous sect leader, Lord Li of the Wai Blade Hall, was buried in the Tomb Valley not long ago.

He died young and young, about the same age as you and me. I heard that those who died young are resentful in their hearts, and they may not say that ghosts will stay in the world to attract souls and bewitch them, and they will be specially looking for people of the same age."

"Do you believe this?" the senior brother responded, but his face turned a little pale.

"Senior brother, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm afraid of anything."

"Stop talking, let's go quickly. It's really bad luck tonight." The senior brother suddenly remembered something. When they passed by the tomb of Lord Li, they were kind-hearted and went to see if the grave soil on it was strong. Now, thinking about it, they felt that their calves were trembling.

"This work of guarding the Tomb Valley is always terrifying. It's really not done by humans, but we can't do it anymore. We can only obey the arrangements in the door..." The senior brother sighed.

Then, the two of them hurriedly and trotted away from the Tomb Valley.

This place is surrounded by mountains on all sides and surrounded by the peaks of Qixuanmen. It is very safe, otherwise there would be only two disciples guarding them.

There is a reason why these brothers are so timid. Three years ago, the Qixuan Gate was almost destroyed by the Wild Wolf Gate. At that time, if it weren't for the Lord Han Valley from Shenshou Valley to take action and destroy the Jinguang Master who knew the flying sword technique, the Qixuan Gate would probably be hanging.

In that battle, the two happened to be on the Sunset Peak. They witnessed Master Han using the fire magic to burn the arrogant Golden Light to ashes. The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang was also Jia Tianlong and a group of senior officials.

Such a scene was too shocking for those who practice martial arts. Since then, Lord Han Gu has become a kind of immortal and god in the hearts of everyone in the Qixuan Sect.

The corresponding flow of immortals and gods is the flow of ghosts. If there are immortals in the world, then there must be ghosts.

That's why they think randomly. Of course, this is because the two of them are too young. They are a little older and have accumulated a lot of lives. Who would be afraid of any ghost?

Not long after the two left, the dark clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally fell on raindrops. With the blazing lightning, every time they flashed, it would shine brightly on the earth where the Qixuan Gate was located.

It was raining heavily, lightning and thundering. In the Qixuan Gate, all the sects who had not yet fallen asleep were hiding in the rain-wearing place. No one would think of running to the tomb valley with a yin energy to take a look.

"Boom!"

A heavy thunder trembled the world, and then lightning flashed across the horizon.

At the moment when the tomb valley was illuminated, a palm covered with soil suddenly stretched out from the newly built tomb soil, and under the lightning, it was extremely pale and creepy.

If someone is here, he will definitely be frightened to see this scene, because this tomb is the tomb of Li Feiyu, the head of the Wai Blade Hall who died young in his early twenties. It has just been buried for four days and is still a new tomb.

At this moment, after the pale palm was stretched out, he trembled and digged the grave, his movements were extremely stiff.

Because the arm was pressed by the grave soil, it was difficult to move, making the digging of the soil very difficult.

Fortunately, there was a heavy rain to help, and the new tomb has only been erected for only four days. Compared with other tomb soil, it is easier to be soaked in rain.

As time goes by, the owner of the palm gradually can use force, and the speed of digging soil will suddenly accelerate.

Soon, a human-shaped black shadow climbed out of the grave with difficulty. It seemed that it had been buried for four days. His every move was very stiff, like a zombie.

The heavy rain continued, washing off the soil on the figure little by little, and his body became much cleaner.

He dug out the grave soil and drilled out from underneath, as if he had used all his strength. He came to the grave, clutched the tombstone in front of him, curled up on the ground, gasping for breath, his hair was loose, like a ghost. The wooden hairpin that was originally inserted had fallen and disappeared, and might have fallen into the grave or mixed in the soil.

"Click!"

Lightning danced, illuminating the tomb valley again. Through his wet hair, he saw a few big words engraved on the tombstone.

The tomb of Li Feiyu, the head of the Wai Blade Hall, and his wife Zhang Xiuer stood.

Suddenly, a stream of memory surged up like a tide.

The disheveled figure felt a swelling and painful feeling in the head, as if a fireball was scorching inside. He hugged his head with both hands and let out a low howl of pain, like a wounded beast.
Chapter completed!