Chapter 207 Dragon King Secret Realm 7
Lang Wujing and his team were now in front of a cave. His current location was the farthest from Xu Zhenfeng.
At this moment, the little monsters in his team surrounded and killed several secret monsters hiding in the cave and were searching for elixirs.
There is something strange about this cave.
Because among those secret realm monsters, two or three were Xuan-level monsters, and their corpses were not needed.
So after the little demons finished searching, they wanted to dig a hole in the cave and bury them.
As fellow demons, they know what to do about these things without being told.
But before the little demons could dig a few times, the ground in the cave collapsed.
Fortunately, the little demons were agile and dodged immediately after realizing something was wrong.
I saw a sloping downward passage appearing at the collapsed place.
This passage was definitely not formed naturally, and there are stairs spiraling downwards.
When the passage was first revealed, there was a smell of rot and mold coming from it.
Lang Wujing was both surprised and happy. He thought that the ancient sinful demon knew that his time had come and was afraid that his body would be devoured by other sinful demons, so he dug a secret cave to hide his body.
You know, there are many big monsters among the ancient sinful monsters in the secret realm.
When some big monsters were exiled, some big monsters in the tribe would help cover them up, and some could even bring their own magic tools or weapons and armor.
In ancient times, when the ape tribe could still be called the Demon Mountain, or even the number one tribe in the world in refining weapons, they really refined a lot of magical weapons suitable for use by demons.
Some magical weapons, after being nurtured for countless years, have become connected with the monsters' minds and have become the monsters' life-saving magic weapons.
It is said that the first sinful demon of the ancient bear clan who was exiled here brought in his own life-saving magic weapon.
The Demon Mountain today cannot produce a magic weapon like that.
All eight demon tribes have them, but they only have one or two. They are used for worship. No one would be willing to use them unless it is a matter of life and death.
I don’t remember how many years ago, but the Python clan obtained a magic weapon from the demon clan in the secret realm, which was called the Samsara Dart. When the dart was fired, blood must be shed, otherwise it would not return.
If there is a target's aura as a guide, it would be even more amazing. No matter whether you are a heavenly-level demon or a mysterious-level demon, no one can escape.
It is said that the Python Clan had tried it once, marking the breath of a demon, and the dart returned ten days later.
A month later, news came from the demon clan that a certain demon king had fallen.
At that time, this magic weapon made other monsters jealous.
The wolf clan also has a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation, but there is only one, which is displayed in the courtyard of the great elder. It is rarely seen, let alone taken out and used.
At this moment, when Lang Wujing saw the hole in the tunnel, his heart began to beat so fast that it was deafening.
"God bless us, there must be an ancient evil demon who brought his life magic weapon into the secret realm. God bless us."
He muttered a few words silently, and suddenly remembered that there were no gods among the demon race, only the gods of the human and demon races who were incompatible with the demon race.
He quickly spat a few more times, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, the gods are shit, get out of here.
Demon King, please bless me. This is where the corpses of ancient evil demons are hidden. I must bring my life magic weapon with me. It would be best if it is a magic weapon suitable for my family to use as a guardian of the mountain. "
Lang Wujing stared straight at the entrance of the cave and muttered to himself for a while.
The smell of mold and mildew in the cave gradually faded.
He opened his mouth and blew a gust of evil air into the cave.
The evil spirit blew out along the downward passage of the cave for a long time before stopping.
Lang Wujing waited quietly for a while and didn't feel that the evil spirit hit any living thing.
He ordered the little demons to guard the cave entrance, and if he did not come back after an hour, they should immediately go to the nearest Wolf Wubai.
After Lang Wujing equipped himself with the armor and weapons he brought with him into the secret realm this time, he stepped into the cave step by step.
The little demons he led were quietly guarding outside the cave.
Lang Wujing glanced at the cave again, and then walked down step by step along the stairs in the secret passage.
The secret passage was long and narrow, going straight down. Lang Wujing walked for a long time but still couldn't see the end.
I just felt that the dark passage was getting colder and colder.
After he walked down for a full cup of tea, the spiral staircase finally reached the bottom.
However, even with the eyesight of the great demon Lang Wujing, he couldn’t see the space at the bottom clearly, and a ball of demonic fire spewed out of his mouth.
After the demonic fire appeared, the faint green light immediately illuminated the small space.
All I saw was a dark room of no more than five or six feet in radius, with a few wooden shelves against the earth wall, on which were a few scrolls and weapons, but they didn't look very precious.
Lang Wujing walked along the wall of the cave towards the wooden frame. After taking only two steps, his feet suddenly felt empty and his whole body fell down.
Lang Wujing flew into the air and immediately sprayed a ball of demonic fire downwards. Looking down, he found another dark room below.
I don’t know what kind of monster it is. It is so cunning that it actually dug another dark room within the dark room.
After seeing clearly the situation in the second dark room below, the first ball of demonic fire emitted by Lang Wujing also extinguished.
He also jumped into the second dark room, which was even more cramped. A monster wearing a monster skin robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
When Lang Wujing saw the sitting monster for the first time, he knew that he had been dead for who knows how many years.
In the hands of this monster were a gray scroll and a sword that looked like it had begun to rot.
Lang Wujing glanced around. In this second dark room, there was only a dead monster and those two things. He already knew in his heart that this was truly the place where the skeleton of the ancient sinful monster lay!
He walked up to the sitting monster and looked at it carefully. It was a python monster. Although he didn't know how many years it had been dead, the monster's cultivation level should have been quite high when it was alive.
Because his body had not yet rotted, the monster skin robe he was wearing turned into powder and fell off at the slightest touch.
Lang Wujing picked up the python monster, and all his clothes fell to the ground.
At this moment, a thud was heard, and a black thing fell to the ground from the dead python's body.
Lang Wujing looked down and saw a round object, but he couldn't tell what it was.
He threw the python aside, picked up the round object and took a look. It was round and pitch black, and quite heavy in his hand.
But he looked at it for a long time and still had no idea what it was.
Then he picked up the magic sword again, but just as he held it in his hand, the magic sword broke into two pieces.
Lang Wujing threw away the half-broken magic sword in his hand and picked up the scroll.
This scroll is actually made of a giant demon's skin. It is not decayed at all and feels very leathery.
Just because this scroll was made of the skin of a great demon, Lang Wujing had a premonition that the things recorded in this scroll were definitely not simple.