Chapter 275

With the deepening of the porch, the huge gravity becomes heavier and heavier. This terrible oppression can easily crush the God friar into slag. Chen Mo feels that his bones are tightly crushed into a ball. In order to protect his sister, Chen Mo uses the star power to intertwine the six black veins of his body, like dragons and snakes.

With the crushing of gravity, Chen Mo was surprised to find that the last xuanmai of the Xuanwu of the I Ching was affected by this pressure, and even gradually took shape.

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Chen Luan slowly opened her eyes, as if her consciousness had finally escaped from the whirlpool, out of that painful dizziness. She stroked her forehead and rested for a moment before putting together the broken and messy thoughts in her mind again, remembering what had happened before.

She and Chen Mo jumped down a larger underground vertical corridor, but with the depth of the fall, the corridor exerted strong pressure.

By the way, her magic weapon 'danque skirt' broke under the crushing gravity, and her clothes also suffered.

Chen Luan hurried to see, relieved, wearing a snow-white robe.

"Brother Mo!"

Chen Luan thought of Chen Mo and turned his eyes.

Chen Mo was sitting opposite her, like an ancient Buddha in a fixed position. He didn't wear a coat, and seven dark veins of black light appeared on his skin.

"Sister, you wake up." Chen Mo opened his eyes.

"Well, how long have I been unconscious?"

"A few hours, do you feel better now?" Chen Mo asked with concern.

Chen Luan took a breath of Qi, and the magic power ran through the meridians of the whole body, without too much internal injury. Thanks to Chen Mo's tight protection before, otherwise she might be crushed. Where would Chen Luan not know. "I really thanked modi before."

"Do we still need to say thank you?" Chen Mo pretends to be unhappy. "I've given you all your life."

Chen Luan showed a sweet smile: "also, if you can't protect your sister, your sister won't spare you."

"You turn around."

"Huh?" Chen Mo is puzzled.

Chen Luan suddenly took off his white clothes, Chen Mo said, and immediately turned his head. "Please wear this Tianchan Xuejin elder sister, I don't need it."

Chen Luan took off the Tianchan snow brocade and put on a tight suit, saying, "this Tianchan snow brocade should mean a lot to you, but my sister can't want it." She could see that this treasure coat was by no means the product of the alien realm. In the face of the crushing just now, even if her magic power could not prevent it, the Tianchan snow brocade was unharmed, not even wrinkled, as new as snow.

"It's just a dress, and it can't be as important as my sister." What Chen Mo said warmed Chen Luan's heart.

"My sister is very happy to have you, but my sister doesn't want to rely on you for everything." Chen Luan said with a smile.

Chen Mo did not refuse.

After changing into new clothes, Chen Luan used a lighting symbol. The cave was bright. He saw countless corpses on the ground, broken into debris. All kinds of broken flying swords and magic weapons can be seen everywhere. It was like a garbage dump. These are obviously monks and warriors who failed to escape the crushing of the porch, and finally buried here.

If it weren't for Chen Mo's Xuanwu body, I'm afraid it would be more or less bad just now.

"It seems that this Xuanwu holy land is really such a thing." Chen Luan mused.

"Yes, we have great virtue and great wealth. The place we passed just now is under heavy pressure. I'm afraid this place does have some kind of treasure to make this change." Chen Moshen took a breath and his eyes became more firm. He was worried that what monk Wang argued was just a beautiful legend. After all, the Xuanwu of the four gods of heaven and earth is extremely rare.

"Then let's find it quickly."

The two men stepped over the broken bones and went inside along the tunnel of the cave. In front, the surrounding rocks were full of traces torn by claws. This walk was another endless time of more than a dozen lighting symbols.

With the deepening of the cave, it became larger and larger. At first, it was only 50 or 60 square meters, and the edge could not be seen in the hundreds or thousands behind it, even in a lighting symbol.

"This body is still very new."

Chen Mo stopped and looked at a corpse in front of him. Along the way, he also found many martial artists and monster corpses. Too many of them had rotted into white bones at the bottom of the ground. The degree of decay of the corpse in front of him was only a few months.

"I didn't expect that there were warriors in Beiman to reach this place."

"This is their holy land. Top martial artists may regard this as a truly reborn experience." Chen Mo was not very strange, but he found that the wound of the body was very strange, like breaking bones and muscles with brute force, and cracking ribs from the inside, unlike those bones he had seen before.

"Was it killed by other warriors?" Chen Luan frowned. It was incredible that they would kill each other when they arrived at this place.

Chen Mo also felt strange. Later, he found that there were hundreds of martial artists in the empty cave, which was like a tomb. These martial artists died in a miserable manner, and some of their heads could clearly see the residual expression of despair. Their deaths were almost traces of human killing, not caused by any monster.

Strange, too strange.

Did you kill each other in despair?

Chen Mo was thinking, and suddenly found something wrong with his sister, "sister, what's the matter with you?"

"The atmosphere here is not right." Since entering this crypt, although the pressure was reduced a lot, Chen Luan soon felt a little difficult to breathe.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and found that there was almost no aura here. The monk had not yet practiced to be extraordinary and refined. The realm of becoming an immortal still needed breathing to maintain the channels in his body. Once he lost his Qi and blood, he would collapse after a period of time. He could maintain this exhaustion with magic, but if the magic was also exhausted, he would die.

Not good.

"I'm afraid that's how these people died." Chen Mo vaguely guessed. "Sister, don't waste magic."

Chen Luan also felt this. Although she had brought the elixir to restore her mana, it would be useless if she didn't breathe out her aura.

The two men walked hundreds of meters again, and there were corpses everywhere, scattered with countless magic weapons. As the number of corpses increased, Chen Mo's heart became heavier and heavier, and there was an ominous foreboding lingering.

After a while, Chen Mo's idea finally came true.

A black mountain wall stopped in front of us, and there was no way to see it.

the end?

The end of the holy land?

Chen Mo was stunned.

"What?" Chen Luan was shocked and rushed to the front of the mountain wall. His mind spread out all around, and he couldn't penetrate any further.

Dead end!

"Is this the end of Xuanwu holy land?" Chen Luan couldn't believe it.

Chen Mo looked around, and there were bones everywhere. He couldn't see the appearance of the Xuanwu holy land at all, and the legendary Xuanwu true spirit couldn't even see the shadow.

"Let's have a look first." Chen Mo said calmly.

The two men searched in the cave and could not see any way out. Instead, there were many large holes made by people, but these holes were not deep, about a few centimeters.

"Brother, look what this is." Chen Luan was bending over a smashed hole and shouted to Chen mo.

Chen Mo walks over, and Chen Luan's palm opens with some black gravel. These gravel are like dust and glittering. These gravel are exposed from the rock stratum. Chen Mo looks at his sister's struggling appearance and grabs it.

These seemingly insignificant gravel were placed in the palm of his hand, and Chen Mo immediately felt a strong weight, which almost broke his wrist, as if each gravel weighed thousands of kilograms.

"So heavy." Chen Mo held tightly, "this is basalt armour sand!"

"What, it's such a spiritual sand." Chen Luan was stunned.

Basaltic armor sand is an extremely rare spiritual sand in the star world. It is said that the power of basaltic armor has evolved over thousands of years, and each grain of gravel has a weight of thousands of kilograms. Whether such basaltic armor sand is injected into the flying sword, the armor greatly improves the ability of object defense.

Every grain of basaltic armor sand is enough to buy a city in the alien domain, which can be said to be really valuable.

However, there are few spiritual sands like the Dazhong Dynasty.

"A lot, brother." Chen Luan looked carefully and found that such spiritual sand was everywhere around the mountain wall.

"It seems that there is a true spirit of basalt here, otherwise there could not be so much basalt armour sand." Chen Mo frowned.

"But where is the true spirit of Xuanwu?" Chen Luan couldn't see any shadow.

"Let's first see if there are any clues to find out what happened here. Monk Wang argued that no martial artist has ever survived. It's not easy here." Chen Modao.

After searching, Chen Mo finally found a note in a corpse. The owner of the note recorded everything that happened before his death.

Looking at this note, Chen Mo's heart is more heavy.

According to the notes, the northern barbarians who came here broke through the previously difficult 'porch' and thought they had found the true spirit. They were ecstatic. As Chen Mo found out, they also came to a dead end.

Desperate warriors began to try their best to find the true spirit of Xuanwu. They smashed the holes and depressions left by them with all kinds of forces. Xuanwu armour sand also made them crazy, but the whole cave was full of Xuanwu armour sand, which made them feel afraid. They used all kinds of methods, and it was difficult to smash through the cave and dig a new channel at the expense of physical strength.

Therefore, some martial artists gave up the idea of treasure hunting and tried to return to Beiman with basaltic armour sand first, but later they found that it was almost impossible to break through the porch again because they had exhausted their magic power, and they had been staying in this ten thousand meters underground without aura, and their magic power could not be restored.

Finally, all the fighters who came here were desperate and began to kill.

It was said that it was an unusually bloody battle, and only one person seemed to have escaped.

After seeing all this, Chen Mo's expression became more dignified.

"What should I do?" Chen Luan frowned. He didn't expect the forbidden area to be so vicious.

"No, there must be a true spirit of basalt here. It must be hidden somewhere, and it can be found." Chen Mo stared around. His eyes were cold and determined. It was not easy for him to have the only chance to fight against the Huanwen in the Yellow court. Chen Mo didn't want to lose it like this.

The appearance of a large number of basaltic armour sands shows that there is indeed true spiritual power here.

But where is it?

Looking at this tomb, Chen Mo was also at a loss.

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