The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 655 The Tomb of Xuan Yan
Luo Hantian's heart sank; at that moment, he had a very bad premonition.

Could this strange phenomenon be related to Song Wanning?
After all, Song Wanning is a girl full of possibilities, and she cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes.

It's easy for him to overthink things now that he can't get in touch with them suddenly.

In fact, it wasn't just him; Leng Qingzhu and Liu Lanyi also had contact with Song Wanning, but they all faced the same outcome.

When they realized they couldn't get in touch with anyone, everyone started to get worried.

However, Song Wanning, who was being worried, was currently engaged in a heated battle with the stone man.

If they were a little unsure at first, they have now almost figured out a perfect teamwork strategy. They started coordinating from the very beginning and almost immediately made the stone golem stagger around.

Then, with a follow-up punch, he smashed the stone man's head to pieces.

It was efficient and didn't waste any time.

Under this frenzied advance, Song Wanning went deeper and deeper, the surrounding demonic energy so dense that even with the illumination of the Divine Netherworld Fire, she still couldn't see clearly.

But she still didn't turn around, only the gravity on her body was getting stronger and stronger, and she had to slow down her pace.

"Sister, the gravity here is clearly different. Could the person behind that be here?"

Long Ling noticed that her sister had slowed down and said with some concern.

The stronger the gravity, the slower and lower the older sister's foot would lift. If danger were to arise now, it would be more troublesome for her to deal with it.

The situation, which had just begun to improve, immediately became difficult again.

What you said is very likely, everyone should be careful.

Song Wanning nodded slightly, her expression growing increasingly serious.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, completely out of control...

A short while later, another stone man appeared.

This time, however, Song Wanning was affected and it took her a lot of effort to defeat the stone man.

She continued deeper, encountering one stone golem after another. Despite her progress, Song Wanning could not avoid getting injured.

Her movements became increasingly sluggish, and each step became difficult.

Eventually, even walking became difficult for her.

Song Wanning felt melancholy, but her eyes showed even more determination.

She tried her best to lift her foot, but could only lift it a little bit, and moved forward one step with difficulty.

The little guys lost their initial wildness, and even flying became difficult for them.

But they continued to bear it silently, unwilling to add to Song Wanning's burden.

"puff--"

Suddenly, Song Wanning spat out a mouthful of blood, her knees buckled, and she almost knelt down.

She immediately tensed up, bracing herself firmly against her knees to prevent herself from actually kneeling down.

Once you kneel down, it's very difficult to stand up again!

She struggled to hold on and moved forward with even greater difficulty.

The more the other party tried to stop her, the more she wanted to see what it was that dared to scheme against her.

It was this indomitable spirit that sustained Song Wanning.

Even if she could only walk a few steps in half an hour, she still wouldn't give up.

Finally, after several days and nights, Song Wanning stood before a grave.

The tomb in front of us was surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps, which floated around and illuminated the tomb brightly.

Song Wanning was panting heavily, covered in sweat, but her eyes were exceptionally clear.

She stared at the tombstone in front of her, her expression shifting slightly.

"The Tomb of My Beloved Son, Xuan Yan..."

Xuan Yan…it’s actually Xuan Yan?!
Song Wanning was shocked, her eyes filled with surprise.

She had once seen a record of Xuan Yan in a travelogue. He was a master weapon refiner from ancient times, not only exceptionally talented, having advanced to the Mahayana stage at a young age, but also possessing a high aptitude for weapon refinement, and was a recognized master throughout the cultivation world.

Countless people were desperate to have him craft a magical artifact.

What truly made Xuan Yan famous was that he accidentally forged a celestial artifact!
This might be a common occurrence in the celestial realm, but in the spirit realm, it is almost impossible!

Xuan Yan created this miracle and became a celebrity in the entire cultivation world.

Countless people came to him, asking him to refine magical artifacts, and he was willing to pay any price.

But this master suddenly went mad one day and went berserk in the sect.

For the sake of stability, the sect had no choice but to reluctantly hunt down and kill him.

In the end, Xuan Yan died.

It is truly lamentable that a generation of genius has come to an end.

However, his deeds have been passed down to this day, and anyone who studies weapon crafting has surely heard of Xuan Yan's exploits.

Song Wanning had practiced the Jinghong Sword herself, so she naturally knew the difficulty of forging weapons.

When I read Xuan Yan's story, I felt immense admiration and also a deep sense of regret.

But to her surprise, she found Xuan Yan's tombstone here today.

"It might just be someone with the same name."

Song Wanning frowned, thinking that it might just be a coincidence that their names were the same.

But deep down she knew that this tombstone was most likely the tomb of Xuan Yan.

Those stone figures are the best evidence.

However, since she hadn't seen the person, she couldn't be 100% sure.

"Sister, what should we do now?"

Long Ling shrank back in fear.

From the moment the grave appeared, it suddenly felt a little scared.

The other little ones were the same; they seemed to be being watched by a pair of terrifying eyes.

Song Wanning didn't answer, because she didn't know either.

She stared at the tomb in front of her, deep in thought, when suddenly a passage appeared in front of her, leading straight into the tomb.

Her hair stood on end instantly, and her whole body tensed up.

The passageway, like a gaping maw in the darkness, was beckoning to her.

Song Wanning's expression was extremely serious. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to walk inside.

Now that we're here, we should definitely go in and take a look.

She lifted her foot and carefully stepped into the grave.

The passage to the tomb was very long. Once inside, it was discovered that the tomb in front of us was just an illusion. The real tomb was not there at all, but deep inside the passage.

The further you go in, the larger the space becomes, and the denser the demonic energy becomes.

"Boom——"

The gate closed at that moment, completely cutting off Song Wanning's escape route.

When Song Wanning turned around, she saw countless demonic energies, baring their fangs and claws, completely blocking the entrance.

With her escape route cut off, she had no choice but to continue walking in.

Unlike the darkness outside, the cemetery is brightly lit, and the surrounding walls are inlaid with spirit stones of various colors, which are both practical and beautiful.

The passage wound its way through the tunnel and grew deeper and deeper, until the air became thinner.

The sound of flowing water began to fill the air.

Song Wanning walked for a full half hour, following the continuous turns of the passage, before finally arriving at a stone door.

On the stone gate, a lifelike stone carving depicts a figure standing on the ground while a magical artifact rises into the sky and is struck by lightning.