Everyone was terrified, and they all looked like they had survived the catastrophe, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Du Ruo hugged Su Yuan and flew back, was hit by the storm, and carried it down with his tyrannical strength, but there were faint bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, obviously injured.
Yang Qingxuan and the others retreated immediately, unscathed.
"What the hell is this assessment? It's too scary. If you are not careful, you will die in hell!" Some students cursed angrily, and their voices were full of fear.
"Hmph, the way of a warrior, there is a possibility of falling at any time. Fear of death can only prove that your heart is not strong enough." Another person said coldly.
"Look, everyone, what about the ancient temple? Why is it gone?!" The voice was full of panic and anger.
As the barrier was broken, the magnificent ancient palace disappeared.
Everyone's excited faces, as the scene changed, condensed on their faces and turned into dullness.
"this… "
All of them were dumbfounded. In front of them, there was a wider open space, but each of them was arched with tombstones.
"Ah, it turned out to be a cemetery!"
I don't know who, screamed out, broke the eerie silence, and started yelling.
"Who made a prank to deliberately set up such an enchantment."
"Damn it, the whole family of those teachers who arranged the assessments are buried here."
"I-fuck, what a fucking bad luck. Did you lead us to the cemetery to kill us all?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence, and everyone felt trembling all over, with an indescribable chill.
Yang Qingxuan's face was solemn, and his eyes swept over those tombstones. The writing was like a cloud of smoke, majestic, majestic and varied, like a beast of a head, leaping between the words.
Meng Rui said in surprise: "It's the cemetery of the demon clan!"
They didn't recognize any of the words on the tombstones, but between the lines, there was a vaguely fierce and hostile look between the lines, and they stared carefully, as if they were about to be captured.
Du Ruo shouted loudly: "Students with low cultivation and poor concentration, don't read the words on the tombstone!"
Many students who almost lost their minds immediately lowered their heads, secretly shocked.
Yang Qingxuan pondered: "Not only is the tomb of the demon race, but also the tomb of the human race. It is a mixture of two kinds of tombs."
In the cemetery, I saw a lot of tombstones in human language sporadically, and the brushwork was also vigorous and powerful.
Lan Yan mused: "The academy led us here, there should be a deep meaning, but the graves are all over the ground... What is the purpose of falling to the ground?"
Everyone was puzzled, standing in front of the cemetery, a little dazed.
Yang Qingxuan said suddenly: "Although this is a cemetery, there is no cold and stern air of death and silence. Instead, the green moss is piled up with blue, and the white jade is shining, which is full of spiritual energy."
"right!"
Su Ying was overjoyed, and said, "It's a bit strange how I put it, it doesn't look like a cemetery at all. Under this cemetery, there must be mineral veins!"
But her face turned pale again in an instant. If the veins were under the cemetery, wouldn't they want to dig the grave
The rest of the students also thought about it, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, but most of the students were boys. Although they felt uncomfortable, they quickly got used to it. They all licked their lips and couldn't help but want to dig.
Yang Qingxuan took out the pointer of the spirit mine, the needle pointed straight ahead, his pupils narrowed slightly, and said: "I don't know if there are ore veins underneath, but the tombstones of these tombs... seem to be all raw spirit stones..."
"ah?!"
Everyone was startled, and they took out the spirit mine pointers one after another, and sure enough, they all pointed at the tombstones in unison.
Meng Rui's face turned pale, and he said, "It's no wonder that those monster characters are breathtaking. These characters are all written in weird strokes, and then nourished by the original spiritual energy in the tombstone, which produces the miraculous effect."
"Then what are you waiting for? There are so many tombstones, if we win, we will win!"
A student screamed excitedly, rushed forward, overturned a tombstone on the spot, removed it from the grave, and put it in a storage bag.
More than a dozen students ran forward and began to move the tombstone.
Those who were more timid, after seeing someone succeed, became more courageous and rushed forward.
But many teams didn't move, just stood there quietly watching.
Yang Qingxuan swept his eyes and found that the waiting teams were all powerful existences, including Lan Yan, Su Ying and other aristocratic families.
He immediately understood that these people's minds were all waiting for the opportunity to snatch them.
Those who are excited to move tombstones on the cemetery are afraid that they will eventually have to make wedding dresses for others.
Lan Yan waved the folding fan in her hand, and said suddenly: "There are a total of ten teams for viewing the quota of Xuan-rank martial arts, which is very generous. Our teams can advance and retreat together, share the quota, and don't have to fight to the death."
One person said calmly: "You mean, we join hands to eat these people?"
Lan Yan laughed, and said: "Eat it, this is too ugly. It should be us sharing these spirit stone mines with them. Pay attention to the wording, it is sharing."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and asked, "How about a way to share?"
Lan Yan said: "We have established rules for each other, not to attack each other. Then we can share as much as we can."
Another person said: "This method is good. Among the entire assessment team, we are not the only ones who are qualified to enter the top ten. Zhao Sihan has not shown up yet. After sharing the original spirit stone mine here, we will go find it elsewhere. Get some, and you should be fine."
Lan Yan smiled coldly, and glanced at Yang Qingxuan intentionally or unintentionally.
Yang Qingxuan's face did not change, but he was keenly aware of Lan Yan's gaze, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "This person is a bit weird, he seems to know our situation very well, not only knows that Meng Rui is a formation master, but also seems to know that Zhao Sihan was killed by us. of?"
Just thinking about it, suddenly a scream of "ah" came from the front, sharp and piercing.
Everyone looked up and saw that a student was carrying a tombstone in his hand, but his right foot had sunk into the grave, his face was extremely pale, and his face was full of fear. He shouted: "Help, help!"
The other four people in the student team ran over in horror, "What's going on?!"
Before the four of them ran close, the student's right foot suddenly changed, a layer of white down, soaked with blood, came out from the pants.
Yang Qingxuan's eyelids twitched, he saw the thing clearly, and said in surprise, "It's corpse poison!"
The faces of Lan Yan and the others changed drastically. They walked all the way to this place. Except for a few people who were exceptionally smooth, many students had encountered the corpses of corpses, so they naturally understood what was going on.
Su Ying's face turned pale immediately, and she said in a trembling voice, "There are thousands of graves here, no, no, they are all..."
(end of this chapter)