Xie Yun looked around, only he and Ying Baiye were here. Xie Yun touched his left shoulder. I don't know if it was an illusion. The wound he had basically healed started to hurt, and the pain became more and more obvious.

Ying Baiye: "What's wrong?"

Xie Yun: "It's nothing, it may be a recurrence of an old injury."

He took two steps forward. There was only one table in the room, and a jade box was placed on it.

Xie Yun opened the jade box with his sword, and inside it turned out to be an elixir filled with spiritual energy.

There are nine grades of medicinal pills in the world. The two of them are not alchemists, but there are always so many medicinal pills that are so well-known that no one knows about them in the cultivation world.

For example, put in front of them this eight-grade medicinal pill - Yannian.

It doesn't have any fancy effects. Dan, as its name suggests, has only one medicinal effect - it can delay the cultivator for ten years.

There are two people in the house, but only one Yannian.

Xie Yun pressed his shoulders, the wounds became more and more painful, and his dull pain sensation was unbearable at the moment.

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Chapter 28 Varieties

The jade box containing the medicinal pills is engraved with a formation method, which seals the medicinal fragrance and spiritual energy of the medicinal medicine. After the jade box is opened, the formation method temporarily becomes invalid, and the rich aroma of Yannian gradually fills the small inner room.

This level of elixir, even a little scent, is enough to comfort the pain, Xie Yun felt the pain in his body a little lessened.

Xie Yun put his fingers on his shoulders, and said thoughtfully: "The monks in the main hall are probably separated by two like us at this moment, and locked in this kind of small room."

Ying Baiye was looking down at Xie Yun, and he said casually, "I'm afraid I will also face a treasure with only one copy."

Xie Yun slowly rubbed the painful area with his fingertips, but the pain did not worsen when he pressed his fingertips down, and the clothes were dry—if the wound had cracked, the oozing blood would have soaked through the clothes long ago.

"The owner of this tomb, does he want to watch people kill each other..."

When the two were talking, screams and fighting voices came from the wall.

Xie Yun leaned in front of a wall, and the sound of fighting really came through the wall, and he could only hear a little with his ear.

Ying Baiye leaned in and listened for a while, but the voice next door stopped quickly.

Ying Baiye reported the battle situation: "Probably one died."

Xie Yun listened carefully for a while, his fingers still resting on his shoulders: "The stone room next door seems to be open."

"Your wound is open?"

Ying Baiye gently pushed Xie Yun's fingers away, his fingers were so hot that Xie Yun shrank.

Xie Yun grabbed his hand, Ying Bai Ye did not study the bad, and the problem with his hands and feet became more and more obvious: "No, it almost healed yesterday, but it suddenly started to hurt, which is probably related to this room. Don't you feel the old wound on your body?"

Ying Baiye shook his head: "No. No matter how powerful the tomb owner is, it is impossible to trace back all the pain. The time effect should be the damage received in this tomb."

Xie Yun: "Set up a checkpoint like that in the main hall, and then immediately catch up with this one. This tomb owner wants to see the monks fighting each other?"

There are no doors and no windows in the room, and certain conditions must be met before you can leave, but don't know if this condition is the only one left.

"Looking at it from another angle," Ying Baiye decided that Xie Yun was not really a recurrence of the old injury, and then let go, "Maybe the owner of the tomb wants a monk who is not moved by foreign objects?"

Xie Yun raised his eyebrows: "Do you think so? Most of the people who will enter the tomb are strangers who meet by chance. What if they fight for one or two treasures? If it's a close friend who turns against your relatives, it's still worth watching."

The corners of Ying Baiye's lips curled up: "Try it? If you win the bet, you will save two lives, and if you bet wrong, you will die together, how about it?"

Xie Yun: "Remember to pad my back."

It is impossible for Xie Yun to turn against Ying Baiye for a pill, and Ying Baiye thinks the same as him.

Ying Baiye held Xie Yun's hand, Xie Yun's body temperature was low, his fingertips were cold, and his tentacles were as cold as his sword.

Ying Baiye was startled for a moment, he quickly glanced at Xie Yun, and Master Xie was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

Ying Baiye: "...Nothing."

Xie Yun really didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them getting in touch like this.

Both hands closed the jade box at the same time.

"Snapped"

The aroma of the medicinal pill was immediately locked in the box.

The entire inner room was silent for a moment, the faint lights went out, the ground shook violently twice, and the two of them sank down with the ground. During the sinking process, their vision was pitch black.

The pain in Xie Yun's body gradually disappeared, he pulled out the spring mountain to fall, Ying Baiye stepped back sideways, and turned his back to Xie Yun.

The surrounding spiritual energy is getting stronger and stronger, and it has reached the point where the two meridians are painful. There must be a large gathering spirit formation here, which means that they are approaching the center of the tomb.

The further down the aura became, the richer and purer it became, and it even turned into a misty white mist. These auras squeezed Xie Yun, and as he breathed into his lungs, his skin, bones, and sacs were plunged into the pain of acupuncture.

These auras are different from the Jianyu in the main hall. Although the "Jianyu" in the main hall is also a high concentration of spiritual energy, it has been condensed into a bundle. After being accepted by the monks, it is like being injected with a spiritual energy. also cause this oppression.

The source of this pain is that Xie Yun's cultivation is not enough to adapt to such a concentration of spiritual energy.

Xie Yun lowered his head, blood oozing from his skin, he said through voice: "I regret it."

Ying Baiye's voice was inaudible: "What?"

Xie Yun smelled a touch of blood: "Since the owner of the tomb doesn't want us to do it, it's better to take the medicine pill and discuss how to divide it after going out."

Ying Baiye wiped off the blood beads on the back of his hand: "...Huaiyu, let's discuss it, don't mention the Yannian one."

Xie Yun didn't say a word, and suddenly felt that the temperature behind him disappeared.