Chapter 702: Secret Ice Cave

"Virtuous niece, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come here without problems."
Chang Tianyuan seemed to greet heartily, but a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
The former Mu Jianli was sharp and sharp, and the whole person was like a sword out of its sheath. From a distance, you could feel the sword aura and the sword light everywhere.
Later, she was indulged in love, and people said that her swordsmanship would inevitably regress, but by the time of the succession of the suzerain, the world found that she did not retreat but advances, the sword heart has been blended and flawless, the sword is not lagging in love, but complements each other and works together One, has embarked on a new path completely different from its teacher. At that time, Mu Jianli didn't have that bitter sword intent, and looked much gentler, like a smoother blade, with no cold light and no sharp edge, but it could cut iron silently.
Until these days, Chang Tianyuan also met Mu Jianli many times, and he still felt that way.
But today's Mu Jianli, the sword spirit is resurrected, but it is not the original bitterness, but it makes people feel that it should be like this. An unsheathed divine sword is not only cold and beautiful, but also should be throbbing, she is the sword .
It doesn't need to be like a sword... She is a sword!
"This place is dangerous and dangerous, Uncle Chang should not be careless." Mu Jianli gave a light hand, and said nothing more.
It seemed that she was not here to intervene, but a kindly reminded by the mutual help and friendly sect.
Mu Jianli, who was rendered up by Xue Mu, could still choke people to death, but it was not that simple anymore. This sentence made Chang Tianyuan really wonder how to answer. Say you ask Jianzong not to grab it? It doesn’t make sense, everyone has always agreed to help each other, don’t you still care about you...
Chang Tianyuan held back for a long time before saying: "Niece and virtuous are also careful."
After putting down these words, he also waved his hand, too lazy to be polite, and took the lead into the blue ice cave.
Mu Jianli smiled slightly, still not slowing down, turned around calmly, and walked into the darkness where he was originally, where there was a piece of white clothes, which calmed down solemnly.
"Let's go in too. Go to other entrances and don't have to compete with the Haitian Pavilion. If it's a road encounter... Don't believe it, you have to beware of three points. I said something to this seat when Zhujian Valley left... Haitian Pavilion seems to be no more. Righteous heart."
Where is this mu Jianli who Chang Tianyuan just saw? He was clearly a qualified suzerain, and he considered carefully inside and out.
"Yes, Sect Master." The disciple Wenjian bowed his hand solemnly and carefully entered another entrance.
When both of them had disappeared, a gray shadow flashed, following the Haitian Pavilion's figure.
It was Chang Tianyuan and Mu Jianli's strength, they couldn't find anyone watching them.
After a while, one man carried a long knife on his shoulder and strode away from a distance. The scorching sun around his body was like a scorching sun, illuminating the dark ice bottom.
Walking in the gloomy unknown crypt, the ice blue faintly shimmering around his body, and the ice gas in front of him is full of icy energy. In the deep place, blue light flickers and disappears, and it seems that there are countless bloodthirsty ghosts hidden, as if they can feel that they are licking their tongues greedily, looking at everyone with hungry eyes, and rushing out of the darkness at any time. .
The surroundings are silent, only the rustling sound of people walking, but everyone seems to be able to hear countless voices directly in their hearts and repeatedly shouting: Go back! Get back! You are not welcome here!
Except for the faint white light from Ye Mingzhu, the other places seemed to be shrouded in another world.
Another strange world that does not belong to the world.
If he was a common man, Bao Bao couldn't even stand a breath, and turned around and fled with his head like crazy. However, the Haitian Pavilion elite did not change their expressions, their steps were firm, and they moved slowly, but with an indisputable rhythm.
Haitian Pavilion hangs lonely overseas, and there are so many strange and mysterious realms under the sea, they have long been used to this, and they have extremely rich experience.
After walking for a few miles again, I only felt that the strange atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker, and it seemed that there was an unknown voice growling deep in the depths, which made people distracted. Chang Tianyuan waved his hand to stop the team, and said lightly: "Thank."
The team stopped in place, several people walked out of the team, holding swords and guarding the position of the nine palaces and eight trigrams, and the others sat cross-legged, closing their eyes and resting.
The experienced Haitian Pavilion soon discovered that this hole was abnormal, and he kept his head down and could only lead to death. He needed to fight steadily and step by step.
Several old men scattered along the hole, and another with a sharp face and white hair sat cross-legged, his fingers pinched like a phantom, and his lips moved slightly.
After a long while, the old man slowly retreated, got up and nodded slightly to Chang Tianyuan, facing the unknown darkness ahead, the big sleeves of his toga were lightly waved.
The huge wave was born out of thin air and ran straight to the darkness in the cave.
Like the most fierce waves, it washes the endless depths. In the darkness, countless cries and wailing sounds can be heard gradually away, which is breathtaking.
Finally, the last wave fell, all the waves turned into blue and white infuriating energy and slowly fell in front of the team, shining glimmers on the ground.
The old men who had explored the path before also came back and said, "Nothing is abnormal, but the pressure in my heart has increased. This place is mysterious."
Chang Tianyuan whispered to himself: "There is no trap? Natural secret cave?"
Man-made things always have traces to follow, and nature means greater unknowns. There may be wonders of the world, there may be fierce and evil beasts, and there may even be... evil spirits remaining.
Chang Tianyuan groaned for a moment, and said flatly, "Go ahead!"
The team moved quickly and set off again following the faint fluorescent light on the ground.
Mu Jianli walked slowly at the forefront of the team, followed by Wen Jianzong's other disciples. The teams were scattered and scattered, and the scattered distance seemed to imply some kind of law.
If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that Wen Jianzong's entire team has actually formed the shape of a long sword!
With Mu Jianli as the tip of the sword, most of the elite disciples are centered as the spine of the sword, and the disciples are wandering outside of the team, which are swords, protruding from left and right to the outside, trying to guerrilla the enemy.
The last part of the disciples lived in the rear of the team, guarding the safety of the rear of the team, as the hilt.
The whole team is like a long sword, asking the sword sect to explore the secrets, but their sword formation is the greatest confidence, the evil spirits do not invade, the gods and Buddhas are scattered.
Mu Jianli's heart was very solemn. She also felt the same mystery and low roar as Haitian Pavilion. There seemed to be a fierce beast, but she couldn't even see the root of the beast. The trembling in the depths of the soul was not false, the ice mist ahead. As if hiding countless human faces, he was laughing lowly.
It's a bit like facing the Qi Ye who is doing her best... but she feels a little bit more evil than Qi Ye.
Xue Mu's reminder suddenly sounded in his heart: "I suspect that there is evil spirit under the ice sheet..."
Mu Jianli stopped.
"Sect Master, there is a discovery!"
Lu Jian shouldered the responsibility of wandering and exploring. At this time, he clasped his fists and said, "There are bones in the front side."
Mu Jianli speeded up and moved forward, the sword gas dispelled the ice mist, and a large area of ​​bones appeared in front of him.
The clothes on these bones were corroded by something unknown, and even the ground around the bones was rotted black and exuding a stench. The weapons in the hands were also rusty, and they looked like they had been left for hundreds of years.
The deep eye sockets of each skeleton looked at the void ahead, and the faces of the skeletons who clearly couldn't see the expression could read out the deep fear for some reason!
Even the Wenjian disciples who had been sharpened by Jian Tomb had a chill in their hearts.
Looking at the depths of the bottomless ice fog ahead, I felt that it was like a huge mouth, ready to swallow everyone at any time.