Among the three, even with Yan Er's experience and Li Ji's old age, there is a qualitative difference compared to the True Lord. Even though the skills were pushed to the extreme by the Mining Star Yuan Mag, in some sense, they are still far from the True Lord, especially the strongest of the King like the Elephant.

Following the direction of the elephant's eyes and carefully identifying it, Li Ji and Yan Erlang were both shocked!

The indigenous tombs are basically in the shape of a pyramid. It is not that this shape is amazing, but that the pyramids are the only way to achieve for the indigenous’s limited construction capabilities, which is to build upwards. For example, the tallest tomb is only ten feet high.

The bluestone piles are uneven. On the one hand, the construction capacity is limited and the erosion of time is also caused. In a leeward corner depression, a monk was sitting cross-legged, as if he was merged with the tomb and the night!

It is undoubtedly a monk! This can be simply judged from his posture of breathing. If you pull a mortal, no matter how focused you make him concentrate, you will not be able to show the monk's selfless temperament.

Just when Yan Erlang was still guessing the origin of this man, Li Ji had already begun to circumnavigate far behind him, and there was also the calm voice of an elephant.

"Don't kill him! This person must be a man of Wangfeng! There must be his accomplices in the tomb. They may have the means to sense each other's life and death!"

Li Ji smiled and nodded. This old guy has no less experience in this area than him. He is worthy of being a beast in Zuo Zhou. Now he has been cleansed and cannot be seen normally. Once something really happens, he will immediately reveal his true colors!

Yan Erlang bulged his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still kept silent. Who is this monk? Which sect? Is it an enemy or a friend? What purpose? I don’t know anything, so I am ready to attack?

Seeing that the crow touched the tomb like a ghost, and then began to climb, his climbing posture was very strange. He was not using both hands and feet, nor jumping, but swimming on the tomb bluestone like a snake. No famous monk would use this method to move, because of his nobleness, self-view, and decentness, but it must be admitted that this kind of floating skill that only the world has is the most effective approach at the moment.

Yan Erlang was also considering what he would do if he had taken action. After thinking for a long time, it seemed that there was no other way except to try to get up and hurt people. But if he did this, the monk would have to have a reaction time. Even if it was very short, it would probably be enough for him to spread news to his accomplices in the tomb.

Look at the crow, swimming upwards, crossing the monk's position and continuing to move upwards, then climbing over the pyramid, before swimming downwards toward the monk Wangfeng on the other side, like a poisonous snake, approaching his prey in silence.

Yan Erlang felt cold in his heart when he saw it, and he also admired the crow's caution. Obviously, this monk was not guarding against the monk at this position, but the mortal who might have approached unintentionally. His attention was to focus on the lower part, rather than the bluestone of the tomb above his head, and the mine star was forbidden to the sky, which made the monk completely unprepared for the top of his head!

The monk sat cross-legged in a corner. Originally, there should be a bluestone here, but because it has been weathered and shedded, it is difficult to find it from left to right. Even a stone on the top of his head is half-covered, which is difficult to attack. Yan Erlang held his breath and wanted to see how the crow started.

I saw Li Ji wandering above the monk's head, without revealing a trace of breath, slowly half-pushing out his body, hooking the crack of the rock under his feet, hanging upside down, stretching out his hands, as if not to kill someone, but to touch the lover's face.

When his hands approached one foot, the monk finally felt something and suddenly looked up. Almost at the same time, Li Ji's hands poked out like lightning, pressing the monk's temple left and right, and his body naturally slid down, falling with the monk.

After a breath, the crow stood up and gestured toward this side, which meant that everything was over!

This is a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and a magic cultivator. When Yan Erlang came close to him, there were slight traces of lightning strikes in his temple and his legs were still twitching unconsciously. The person was indeed not dead, but he felt even more uncomfortable than death. It was not the Dantian or the Nascent Soul, but the soul was pounded into a paste. At first glance, it made people shudder.

"Supreme! There should be companions who have entered the cave, and they are probably not lower than three people, and their realm is unknown." Li Ji said concisely.

The elephant was not concerned about the tragic situation in front of her. "Since you are here, you have to go in and see what's going on, and there is no reason to go back. Hey, it saves you the trouble of sending messages!"

Li Ji agreed, "It's all about my uncle here, I'll come whatever I want, and I'm lucky and magnanimous!"

Yan Erlang was speechless when he heard this. Isn’t this here to look for opportunities? Why did he do it and it turned into a hunting operation against the supreme? Where did the missed person come from? Or did he just follow the wrong person?

When I arrived at the entrance of the tomb, there shouldn't be any entrance for the tombs that had been tens of thousands of years old, but there were monks entering and leaving, so it was not difficult to push the big stones. Since I knew there were supreme monks inside, Yan Erlang was very careful when he pushed them.

"Senior brother, don't worry about having a secret magic array. The only benefit of exploring this place is that most of the prevention methods of cultivators are not used, and it is just right to catch turtles in the jar!"

Li Ji chuckled, he felt it was necessary to ease the nervousness of Senior Brother Yan. When he was nervous, his hands would tremble, and it would be unbeautiful to make noises in vain.

Yan Erlang was ashamed when he heard this. He was a brave man who betrayed his master, but for some reason he felt that he was kind as a domestic cat in front of the two inner swords?

The entrance of the cave was opened, and the bottom was as dark as if it was bottomless. The air inside was a little turbid, but it was much better than the tomb that had been truly covered by dust for thousands of years. It may be the reason why there are always people entering and leaving.

"Double feet below is the coffin hall of the first indigenous monarch. Behind the hall is the cave." Yan Erlang explained.

The elephant nodded, "We only have three people, so there is really no need to divide our troops and keep them here. In fact, the best way is to clear down layer by layer! Until the clear light is over!

Wait for me and Jackdaw to slide down the wall first, Erlang pays attention to the movements around him, and we will gather in the hall after safety!"

When Yan Erlang heard such murderous words, he could hardly imagine that this was what the usual gentle elephant said, and if it came from the mouth of a crow, it would be acceptable; but now he thought that the kind of parents would have children, and the crow's current virtues may not be that he learned from the old monsters in Guangfeng's inner sword.

He was still thinking about everything here. The elephant Li Ji had already floated down like a chapel, and disappeared in a blink of an eye;

Yan Erlang couldn't help but feel tumultuous. Is this inner sword lineage a must-practice gecko wall-walking technique like the Jianghu? Or is this a must-have skill for every shadow attacker?
Chapter completed!