A brick into the fairyland

Could it be that there are many types of dead eyes?Zhuge Buliang couldn't help thinking this way in his heart.

"You have the same eyes as mine..." Yiyi looked at Zhuge Buliang in disbelief.

"Okay, don't think about it, let's go back, the demon has left, and the power to curse the village has probably disappeared." Zhuge Buliang said.

"Has it disappeared?" Yiyi pursed her lips.

Zhuge Buliang took Yiyi and left the tomb. Zhuge Buliang gained a lot from this underground trip. He could not help but get the ancient martial art and the dead eye. The root barrier, the salted fish turn over.

When he came to the second tomb, Zhuge Buliang was surprised to find that the crystal coffin and the woman in the crystal coffin had also disappeared.The entire second tomb was empty, except for the portrait of the woman in black veil still hanging on the wall.

"What about the woman?" Yiyi asked in surprise.

Zhuge Buliang shook his head. He looked at the portrait of the woman in black gauze on the wall, walked over and took it off, and said to Yiyi: "You can keep this painting, maybe it will be useful to you in the future."

Yiyi's subconscious result of the painting, although it has gone through endless years, the painting is still very good, there is no sign of wear and tear.

Yiyi rolled up the painting and held it solemnly in her arms.There is nothing left to explore in this catacomb.Zhuge Buliang took Yiyi and returned along the original road.Several hours later, the two appeared on Huangshan Mountain.

Zhuge Buliang moved a hill to the top of the ancient well and suppressed the ancient well below, and then returned to the village with Yiyi.

Recalling the secret method about the Eye of Dead Silence in his mind, Zhuge Buliang's pupils turned, and the eyes full of dead silence regained their calmness again, becoming exactly the same as before.

When they returned to the village, many villagers in Huangsha Village were already waiting, especially Yiyi's grandfather.Ever since Zhuge Buliang took Yiyi away.Liu Congbian never left for half a step, standing at the entrance of the village and looking towards the barren mountain.

Seeing Zhuge Buliang and Yiyi coming back, Liu Cong immediately went up to meet him, first checked whether his granddaughter was hurt, and then said: "Little friend Zhuge, this trip is going well."

Zhuge Budian nodded, and said, "There is no danger, I don't think Huangsha Village will be disturbed by that cursed force in the future."

"This...it's true! How did you do it?" Liu Cong was obviously surprised.

"It's a long story, old man, can you arrange a room for me to rest?" Zhuge Buliang shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Yes, of course, little friend Zhuge is really a great benefactor of our Huangsha Village." Liu Cong's face was full of excitement.

That night, Huangsha Village held a bonfire party to celebrate this special day.It is said that Huangsha Village is a small village, but it is not a problem to kill a pig or a sheep.

Zhuge Buliang politely declined Liu Cong's invitation, and practiced alone in the room.Now that he has just broken through the rotation period, it will take a while to stabilize completely.

In the next few days, Zhuge Buliang never left Huangsha Village for half a step. After these few days of quiet practice, Zhuge Buliang's cultivation was completely stabilized on the first floor of Xuanzhao period.The seven acupoints in the body shone with purple light, as charming as agate crystals, shining with gorgeous brilliance.

Zhuge did not intend to leave Huangsha Village immediately, he opened up a cave a few miles away from Huangsha Village, and meditated in it alone.He intends to retreat for a long time, and now that Zhuge Buliang has broken the barrier of the non-attribute spiritual root, he needs to improve his cultivation quickly.At the same time, he also wanted to study the secret art of the ancient martial art and the dead eye.

A non-attribute spiritual root cannot practice spells, and this kind of esoteric art is most suitable for him.

Breaking through the period of rotation, Zhuge Buliang felt that no matter whether it was his true energy, body, or spiritual consciousness, there had been qualitative changes.

This retreat lasted for half a year. One day, a roar came from the cave where Zhuge Buliang was retreating.