Chen Yang frowned. Although this spiritual power was weak, its domineering nature frightened him.
"Mr. Chen, have you discovered anything?" Li Qingge asked softly when he saw his serious expression.
Chen Yang withdrew his hand, stood up and pondered.
"Judging from the residual spiritual energy fluctuations, the technique that attacked this person must be an extremely vicious one, and..."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the iron sword in Bai Gu's hand, and continued, "This person's cultivation level shouldn't be high, at most no more than the Nascent Soul stage. Anyone who can kill him with one strike must be at least a Nascent Soul cultivator."
"Nascent Soul Stage?" Li Qingge's face suddenly turned even paler when he heard that.
"Mr. Li, don't be ridiculous. That Nascent Soul cultivator is so terrifying. How could he possibly die in a place like this..."
"If we meet now..."
"Don't worry. We don't know how long this happened. Even if there really were Nascent Soul cultivators fighting here, they should have left by now."
Chen Yang smiled faintly, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence.
He turned to look at the skeleton, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
"It's such a pity for this senior. I don't know who killed him without even a shred of life left."
Chen Yang carefully sensed the spiritual fluctuations remaining on the bones, trying to infer the attack methods and moves from them.
Although this spiritual power was weak, its trajectory was clearly discernible, like tiny poisonous snakes moving through his meridians.
Chen Yang frowned slightly. The way this spiritual power circulated was extremely strange.
Slowly exhaling, Chen Yang closed his eyes and probed a trace of spiritual power into the sword marks on the bones.
Suddenly, a chilling aura flowed through his meridians, as if countless tiny ice needles were piercing his bone marrow.
He groaned, and a trace of blood even flowed out from the corner of his mouth for a moment, but his expression became calmer.
Li Qingge, who had been guarding carefully nearby, was shocked when he saw this and hurried forward to support him.
"Mr. Chen, are you okay?"
Chen Yang waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, but he stared at the bones with burning eyes, as if he was talking to the dead.
He felt that this spiritual power was not simply killing, but a strange kind of devouring.
The attacker's purpose is not to kill, but to steal the opponent's essence and strengthen himself.
"What a vicious technique!"
Chen Yang sighed inwardly. If it were the old him, he would have sneered at and avoided such an evil technique.
But now, after practicing the Dao Sutra and having personal conversations with those so-called evil cultivators, his opinion of them has changed.
The words good and evil have nothing to do with martial arts.
But look at your original heart.
He calmed down and carefully felt the trajectory of this cold spiritual power, trying to figure out the attacker's moves.
Gradually, he seemed to see a vague figure holding a pitch-black sword with a ghostly aura lingering on the sword. He stabbed the sword straight into the opponent's heart.
"I see……"
A gleam of light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes, and he caught a glimpse of the mystery of this sinister martial art.
It is an evil martial art that uses one's own essence and blood to draw the evil energy between heaven and earth and transform it into a means of attack.
Li Qingge saw that Chen Yang's face was extremely calm and he was just sitting cross-legged there. Although he was worried, he did not dare to disturb him and could only wait anxiously by the side.
After about a cup of tea, Chen Yang finally opened his eyes, took a long breath, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Chen, are you okay?" Li Qingge asked hurriedly.
"It's okay, I'm fine." Chen Yang smiled and shook his head, with a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
"Instead, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I was able to comprehend a little of the mystery of this technique."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingge's beautiful eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
"What? You... you can actually comprehend the skills from this skeleton?"
"This... powerful being has been dead for at least a hundred years. What did you mean by comprehending the technique?"
Li Qingge was shocked, she was really shocked!
Although Chen Yang has brought her many surprises along the way.
Both his knowledge and strength far surpass those of ordinary cultivators, far exceeding the level of his age.
And now, Chen Yang actually learned a technique from a skeleton that had been dead for who knows how many years?
What is this for?!
In front of him, Li Qingge suddenly felt that his reputation as a genius was actually a mockery.
Chen Yang smiled faintly, without explaining too much, just said.
"Let's go, let's continue exploring and see what secrets are hidden deep in this tomb."
Li Qingge was deeply shocked. When he looked at Chen Yang, besides admiration, there was also an indescribable adoration in his eyes.
She found that she could no longer see through this man. He was like a bottomless treasure. Every time she got closer, she would make new discoveries.
The two continued walking forward along the passage and encountered several skeletons along the way, but they did not find any valuable clues.
Finally, they found a huge stone door at the end of the passage.
The stone gate is carved with complex patterns, and some patterns of ancient mythical beasts can be vaguely seen, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"It seems that we have found the real culprit."
Chen Yang looked at the stone gate in front of him, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
He walked to the stone gate, stretched out his palm, and gently pressed it on the stone gate, and a stream of pure spiritual power slowly poured into it.
However, the stone gate remained motionless, as if it had merged with the entire mountain.
"What's going on?" Li Qingge asked puzzledly.
Chen Yang frowned slightly, sensed it carefully, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"This stone door is sealed by a powerful restriction. I'm afraid it won't be easy to open it."
Li Qingge's heart sank when he heard this: "Then...what should I do?"
"Don't worry, just leave the formation to me."
"However, the formation here is different from the ones we encountered before, which have almost dissipated. It is still relatively stable."
"I need some time, could you please protect me?"
Chen Yang smiled confidently, then took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and mysterious runes condensed from spiritual energy flew out from his fingertips and hit the stone gate.
The patterns on the stone gate suddenly shone brightly, and a powerful energy wave spread out in all directions.
Li Qingge's face turned pale and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, secretly frightened.
Chen Yang closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual consciousness surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping the stone door in front of him.
The restrictions on the stone gate were visible to him, and the complex patterns seemed to come alive, interweaving and evolving in his mind.
Li Qingge looked at Chen Yang nervously, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing him.
"Oh, that's interesting."
A playful smile appeared on Chen Yang's lips. Although this restriction was exquisite.
But in his eyes, eroded by time and with his consciousness somewhat restored, it was not only like a child's graffiti, but also at the level of a beginner, full of flaws.
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