Jiang Wan didn't want to believe it.

But Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng believed them all at once. Why don’t they?

Even if they don’t know the handwriting of the old leader of the Demon Sect, they don’t think these people will fake it.

Why did the other party trick them into lying to these "prisoners under the ranks"?

Song Sheng's mind was fast, and he even thought of the legend of Minggu that has been circulating in the world over the years.

Those so-called treasures and so-called martial arts secrets may be fabricated. As for whom it was spread, I am afraid it is the old leader of the Demon Sect.

Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng looked at each other, and in the blink of an eye, they remembered many old secrets.

Their sources of information are much more than ordinary people in the martial arts world. As far as they know, among the people who pursue clues of Minggu, there are eleven famous masters who have never returned from now on.

More than half of them were considered enemies of the old leader of the Demon Sect back then.

Song Sheng had to suspect that this old leader spread all kinds of false news, not only to cause trouble for Minggu, but also to take the opportunity to kill his enemies.

Bai Yifeng murmured to himself: "This world is so terrible. Xiao Song, how about you going back to school and study in a college?"

Song Sheng: "If we can leave safely this time, you will go home and inherit Xiuyu Villa. Don't mess around outside."

The two of them were so worried that they almost hugged their heads to keep warm. It was rare. They were always magnanimous, and for the sake of the 12-linked Douyin, Song Sheng, who was tolerant of Jiang Wan, did not comfort Miss Jiang this time.

Yang Yuying suggested getting these people away as soon as possible, so it was natural that it was a good idea. Just as Feng Zhen was about to call someone over, the ground suddenly began to shake, one after another, and another, endless.

Song Sheng, Bai Yifeng and others were bound, and they couldn't use any force, and they all rolled around and hit the stone wall a few times.

Feng Zhen frowned: "It doesn't seem to be going well."

He sighed softly.

As soon as he received the news from the Shimeng, he sent someone to collect the special way, but the special way grew up in the depths of the underground palace and belonged to another real secret room, where the institutions were everywhere, even those who lived here all year round could find it difficult for them to enter and exit freely, and even these people had never been in.

Ye Mengran smiled and said, "I knew it wasn't that easy."

Minggu was a place where the ancestors of the time were resting. One was to prevent changes and the other was to prevent people from disturbing the ancestors' coffins. There were countless mechanisms and special spirit protectors.

Fengzhen and the others are naturally spirit protectors, but there are even more mysterious teams that always stay deep in the underground palace, and their food and daily life are all in the underground palace, and they are self-sufficient and never leave the tomb.

Just as we were talking, a disciple from Minggu came to report the message: "The three gates of the underground palace cannot be pried open, so our people use Lei Zhenzi, but it is useless."

Yang Yuying: “…”

Jiang Wan's eyes lit up immediately, showing a brilliant look. Although she didn't know the specific situation, she would be happy as long as Cui Ling and others were not going well.

"This is my own gate, and I'm going to let you think about it!"

Yang Yuying was speechless.

"Go and go and have a look."

Everyone in Minggu looked at each other, rushed up, followed her around the altar and passed through the corridor.

Outsiders like Jiang Wan and Song Sheng are even more unlikely to leave everyone's sight. They are not caring about them for a while, so they are dragged together.

After passing the corridor, a huge stone door was in front of you.

This door is not very delicate in carving, and the materials are not expensive, but they are big enough and heavy enough.

At this time, the door was in a mess. The disciples of Minggu pried, hit, shoveled, and even blew up with Lei Zhenzi for a long time.

The door was not open, but I didn't know where the mechanism had touched it, which made the disciples look dirty and covered in dirt, falling to the point of blood and being covered in embarrassment.

Feng Zhen was helpless: "I built this door and prepared a switch to open it, but something happened to us in Guangming Valley more than 30 years ago. Since then, the door has been closed and has never been opened from outside."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and it was clearly a deep underground palace, but everyone could clearly smell a fragrance.

Feng Zhen and others held their breath tacitly.

Jiang Wan suddenly felt a little dizzy and was dizzy. When she raised her eyes, her mother stood in front of her with a serious look on her face: "This is our treasure land. Go in and take out the secret book in exchange for freedom..."

free?

Jiang Wan's mind was in chaos and she unconsciously staggered towards the gate.

Bang!

The next moment, Jiang Wan flew out, hit Song Sheng, and hit the stone wall again.

Jiang Wan woke up suddenly and saw an arm that seemed to grow from the stone door, which was the one slapped her away.

“…”

Countless people around him turned to look over. Jiang Wan felt a burning pain on her face, both ashamed and as beaten.

"Woo!"

"cough."

Feng Zhen said seriously, "Thank you, this lady, for setting a wrong example for you. Be careful. This is the gate of our ancestors, and that's not what anyone can do if you want to."

Jiang Wan wished she could pounce over and tear Feng Zhen's mouth apart.

Yang Yuying didn't have the time to watch the fun. In her eyes, the entire underground palace turned into a game map. She stared at the gate and pushed it over and didn't push it open. According to the general game ideas... She thought about it and fumbled around to find the switch.

Feng Zhen was stunned: "The switch is no longer usable."

Jiang Wan sneered, feeling happy. Since the other party couldn't get in, she no longer felt embarrassed.

Yang Yuying pulled for a moment, but didn't open the door either. She tskated, suddenly raised her hand, knocked on the door gently, and said, "Shimeng..."

When she said her name, her voice was extremely low and her speaking speed was extremely fast, so she would not let the people behind her hear it too clearly.

"Yang Yuying is visiting."

Feng Zhen and others just smiled, and only heard the stone gate creaking.

The door that could not be pried open or exploded was particularly obediently opened, with a thin crack, which was as if it was mocking them.

Everyone: "..."

Yang Yuying pushed hard, and the door opened, revealing a hard ice layer. Countless crystal coffins were hanging on both sides. Some were empty, and some were lying inside.

If there is a woman in the coffin, the inside and outside are covered with flowers, and the flowers are in full bloom, which is very bright.

Yang Yuying walked in with her foot. Feng Zhen hesitated and didn't follow her. She wanted to go forward again, and the door closed suddenly.

Everyone was speechless.

Jiang Wan was like a devil, shouting loudly: "Jiang Wan is here to visit the twelve serial doors!"

After shouting, her palms were so nervous that she sweated. Unfortunately, the door was quiet and there was no change at all.

Jiang Wan felt uncomfortable, but before she could figure out a way to get the game back, Feng Zhen tied them up very quickly.

"Send it away quickly, so as to save some trouble."

At this time, Yang Yuying had entered the underground palace, and Feng Zhen was relieved. He couldn't use so many people, so he directly ordered a few people, rode camels, and carried these big troubles to leave the poplar forest.

The camel ran for several hours, and ran far away before throwing people into the desert.

The night in the desert was surprisingly cold, with a faint sound of wolf howling. Jiang Wan was so scared that she shivered and her tears were about to dry up.

"Brother Song Sheng, I'm afraid."

Song Sheng:...He is also quite afraid.

"That Cuiling, I want us to die!"

The desert is unpredictable. How can it be immortal if you throw people who have no experience directly into the desert?

The more Jiang Wan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was so scared that he was going crazy.

Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng lowered their faces and said deliberately: "The desert is dangerous, and our trip is still a journey of life and death. From the day you insist on finding Minggu, you should have thought of it."

Jiang Wan was stunned and didn't say anything.

How could she think of it?

In the past eighteen years, she has to do everything she wants to do, but she has done it.

She can always meet noble people!

Why is it so unhappy this time? I have to be humiliated repeatedly!

Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng actually don’t think that Miss Cui Ling wants to kill them.

Although we met for a while, in Song Sheng's eyes, the mysterious Miss Cuiling had another characteristic.

She is chivalrous.

How could such a person easily take his life!

However, this did not prevent him from scaring Miss Jiang so that she could understand something. Even if she was ignorant, it would be nothing wrong with knowing fear.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a scent of wine came from the smell of horse milk wine. It smelled a bit bad for them, but it was also impressive.

Jiang Wan suddenly looked up and looked into the distance. The sky gradually became brighter. Smoke cooking and tents could be seen in the distance, and there was obviously someone else's smoke.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and burst into tears and laughed.

"I just knew that there was no way out. Humph, Cuiling wanted me to die, it wouldn't be that easy. Sooner or later, she wanted her to look good!"
To be continued...