My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 292 Fighting the Fog Mountain 9

Wen Changlang squinted his eyes and bent down to stare hard, then decisively took out the small hammer.

He kept beating on the gleaming ground, trying to dig out the gold on it.

After the fire completely subsided, Wen Changlang opened his mouth, unable to close it, and stared in shock at the visually shocking scene in front of him.

Gold everywhere, that's all.

The entire ground was paved with gold, and the golden yellow reflected on the surrounding cave walls, illuminating the entire cave.

Just like daytime, the long lights on both sides of the passage that meanders to the depths of the cave will automatically ignite after touching the light.

This... should be the tomb of some ancient emperor, right?So proud.

Wen Changlang stepped lightly, not daring to step on the gold too hard.

The light in his eyes was also withdrawn, if he was to go out, he must pry a piece of gold and take it away!

Steadying his mind, Wen Changlang began to walk slowly towards the only passage, and the long lights on both sides gave off a faint blue light.

There was faint blood coming out, but it was bounced back when he got close to Wen Changlang's side.

Along the way, the aisle was full of human bones. Looking at the clothes that hadn't decayed, Wen Changlang stopped, pulled out his dagger, squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, and finally found a wooden sign on his waist.

witch.

A witch character is carved on the wooden sign, surrounded by a poisonous lizard.

This is the token carried by the disciples of the Wizard Mountain lineage!

Could it be that Grandpa, Wizard Mountain and various Taoist sects had already found the monster's lair, but they couldn't come out in the end!

Wen Changlang's solemnity hidden behind his calmness became more and more uneasy.

So many masters failed to come out back then, and he was just alone.

Wen Changlang forced himself to get rid of distracting thoughts in his head, and focused on the unknown direction ahead.

Withdrawing the dagger, he took out the talisman and poured it with spiritual power and threw it forward. The talisman did not emit a faint light, so he moved forward cautiously.

After walking a long way forward, the line of sight began to widen. Turning and walking down the stairs, Wen Changlang was shocked by the scene in front of him.

In the empty stone room, there are countless skeletons hanging, densely packed, creepy.

It's like hell, corpses are everywhere, the smell of blood is everywhere, and resentment is soaring.

Some souls that still have autonomous consciousness rushed towards them frantically when they saw the aura of living beings, and they all dissipated under the talismans in Wen Changlang.

"You are very smart."

A hoarse and old voice echoed in the empty stone room, piercing through the densely packed corpses, and then accurately circling around Wen Changlang's ear.

Wen Changlang frowned, didn't reply, just looked around vigilantly.

After a while, the voice continued:

"Your Yin Yang shop spent 500 years and failed to kill me. Do you think you, a trash without psychic eyes, can move me?"

Wen Changlang evoked a smile, and his voice was playful:

"Then why did you hide here for 500 years, but couldn't get out?"

"How do you know I can't get out?"

Wen Changlang clicked his tongue and chuckled: "If you can get out of this foggy mountain, I'm afraid you won't have so many puppets outside, right?"

"Hmph! Thanks to Wen Yang, I lost my physical body and was imprisoned here for 500 years! Now my god body is about to be rebuilt, and 500 years have passed. In this world, I don't believe there will be a second Wen Yang! "

Wen Changlang suddenly realized:

"You claim to be the original way. Could it be that you practiced the way when you were alive, but later you practiced the evil way."