I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

As soon as these words were spoken, the subtle emotions on the fat Taoist's face froze.

Please go back to the world of the living?

How dare you say that?

Not to mention the effort spent over the past six months.

And the amazing treasures that may exist in this tomb.

Just because there are so many enemies in the world chasing him, there is no way he can go back!

When he thought of this, he showed a painful expression and looked at Xu An and said:

"There's a saying in the world, 'It's easy to meet the King of Hell, but hard to deal with little ghosts.' I didn't believe it before, but today I've seen it for myself."

Xu An remained unmoved by his words and said:

"I didn't force you, Master Dao. You chose your own path."

Hearing this, the fat Taoist waved his hand, signaling Yang Wei to put away his aggressive fighting posture, his whole body ablaze with fire, and slowly walked over and said:

"The abyss beneath our feet is another entrance to the underground palace. It's just that the soil is too thick, and there are more concealed facilities, so you can't detect it."

Since we have agreed to cooperate, we should show at least some sincerity. After the fat Taoist priest approached Xu An and the others, he pointed at the Tianyuan Crack, the side close to Qiuyun Mountain, and said:

"Just now, I was digging the soil there, intending to make a well by bending it in three directions, and digging a hole that goes straight down, but you guys almost buried me alive."

Yang Wei chuckled, put his hands behind his back, and followed him as he walked forward, saying:

"If you don't do this sneaky thing, will you risk being buried alive?"

The fat Taoist priest was shameless and retorted:

"You can't go anywhere. If you can't find the entrance to the underground palace, you just split the mountain? You definitely don't have the skills or the experience."

"This tomb is restricted. Even if you could cut off most of the mountain, it would be useless. The rocks inside are as hard as black iron, as strong as divine weapons, and can even repair themselves. Breaking it open by force is too difficult and would be a waste of effort."

The more Xu An looked at him, the more he felt that this fat man was not simple, and he couldn't help asking:

"Master Dao, you know a lot. You can tell from looking at it that you've dug up other people's ancestral graves quite a bit, right?"

The fat Taoist priest chuckled and neither admitted nor refuted.

When the man and two ghosts reached the end of the crack in the sky, Xu An looked up at the crack in the sky above his head and couldn't help but wonder how this unique landform was formed.

The fat Taoist priest looked at his astonished expression, stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a pretentiously profound tone:

"A long, long time ago, before the order of the Three Realms was established, in the underworld, gods danced in chaos and demons fought for supremacy. Among them was a demon called Baizhan. He was extremely powerful and even dangerous to be defeated."

"Later, one day, while engaged in a fierce battle, he stumbled upon a mountain range filled with chaotic fog, which intrigued him."

"So, after defeating his opponent, he returned to this mountain range and wanted to remove the chaotic fog. He cut across the mountain range horizontally, removing all the mountains like cutting leeks, close to the ground."

"But the mountain at the very center of the range, the one surrounded by other mountains, didn't move at all, not even a puff of dust."

"Bai Zhan felt that this was something unique, and at the same time, he felt that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't shake. So, he slashed with all his might."

"Instantly, the land of the underworld was severely damaged, and a terrifying abyss appeared, about ten thousand miles long and thousands of feet deep."

"And at the end of the abyss, a peak protected by mountains was also severely damaged. After Bai Zhan left, he gathered the scattered chaotic mist and repaired his body, but it ultimately failed to live up to its former glory."

"And it is precisely because of this knife that we have the opportunity to enter the tomb instead of going through the underground palace entrance."

After saying this, the fat man showed a boastful expression.

It was as if he was saying that without his answers and guidance, Xu An and Yang Wei would have been kept in the dark.

"Master Tao."

His eyes flickered slightly, but Xu An didn't buy it at all. He smiled and said:

"Why do I feel like you just made all this up?"

As soon as these words came out, the fat Taoist priest suddenly became anxious and opened his mouth and said:

"How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Then, there were some difficult to understand words like he had dug hundreds of graves for many years, had read countless ancient records, had a deep understanding of the general situation of mountains and rivers and their secrets, and there was no way he could make a mistake.

Yang Wei and Xu An listened and laughed out loud, and the air was filled with joy.

"Fuck you, you don't believe me, Fatty?"

He pried open the huge rock that had fallen from the sky with his bare hands, revealing a hole with a round inner circle and a square outer circle, as well as a stepping stone. The fat Taoist pointed there and said:

"Come, today I will let you two ghosts open your eyes and see what it means to be well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge!"

As he said that, he took the lead and went in.

Yang Wei and Xu An looked at each other, and then they followed one after another.

Walking in this man-high cave, Xu An's body was covered with an icy blue magical glow, illuminating his entire body.

He found that although the fat man was talkative and looked extremely unreliable, he played the hole quite skillfully.

It was clearly a solid layer of rock, but he was able to use his skills to carve it into an extremely flat and smooth surface, without leaving many sharp edges.

The ground under the feet is even made concave and convex, and it goes down layer by layer to form steps.

Breaking stones is easy for people of their strength, but being able to control strength so exquisitely is really admirable.

Soon, the passage reached the end. Judging from the road they had walked, Xu An felt that they should be right below the edge of Qiuyun Mountain.

After turning the last corner, the fat Taoist priest and Yang Wei stopped one after another. Xu An looked up and found that there was a sea of ​​​​blazing magma in front of him.

The dark red light illuminated the huge cave space in front of them. The background color of the world was dark red and charred black.

The flowing magma made gurgling sounds from time to time, and emitted waves of heat-death-like air.

Xu An immediately slapped his thigh and praised:

"Master Dao, you are indeed like me. Should we just jump down next?"

Yang Wei didn't say anything, but his hand under his robe was slightly open, and the magic spear was shining coldly.

"If it were someone else, I would definitely let him fool me, but you two shouldn't be so wary of me as you would a thief, right? We agreed to cooperate, so a gentleman's word is as good as a promise..."

Seeing that they didn't trust him, the fat Taoist raised his hand, took out his Bagua mirror, held the bottom of the mirror with one hand, filled it with lava, and placed his other hand on the Bagua grid, turning it suddenly.

In an instant, a strong stream of magical power flowed and gathered on his body, strands of it, like fireflies, pouring into it.

A huge aqua-blue light suddenly spread out, as if to encompass the entire underground magma world.

After taking his place and sitting in the center, Xu An suddenly saw the word grid in front of him rotate, and the word "quiet" became a new word.

Immediately afterwards, the rolling magma suddenly split into a dark passage in the middle.

"Well, Master Dao, I didn't lie, did I?"

Pointing at the entrance of the cave, the fat man smiled and jumped down suddenly!