Everyone's face was full of fear. They all looked like they had just survived a disaster and heaved a sigh of relief.
Du Ruo hugged Su Yuan and flew back. She was hit by the storm but withstood it with her strong strength. However, there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Apparently, she was injured.
Yang Qingxuan and the others retreated at the first moment. They were unharmed.
"What the hell is this assessment? It's too scary. If we are not careful, we will die!" A student cursed angrily. His voice was full of fear.
"Humph. On the path of a warrior, there is the possibility of death at any time. If you are afraid of death, it only proves that your heart is not strong enough." Another person said coldly.
"Everyone, look. Where is the ancient temple? Why is it all gone?! "His voice was full of fear and anger.
Following the destruction of the spirit formation, the majestic ancient palace from before actually disappeared without a trace.
Everyone's excited expressions froze on their faces as the scene changed, turning into dumbfounded expressions.
"This..."
Everyone was dumbfounded. In front of them was an even wider open space. However, there were many mounds of earth with tombstones on them.
"Ah, it's a graveyard!"
It was unknown who it was, but someone cried out in alarm, breaking the strange silence. Everyone began to curse.
"Who is playing a prank and deliberately set up such a ward?"
"Damn it. The whole family of the teachers who set up the assessment must be buried here."
"Damn it. So unlucky. They led us to the graveyard. Do they want us all to die?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly became silent. Everyone trembled and felt an indescribable chill.
Yang Qingxuan's face was solemn as his gaze swept across the tombstones. The words were like clouds and smoke, majestic, grand, and ever-changing. They were like ferocious beasts that leaped between the words.
Meng Rui said in surprise, "It's the graveyard of the Monster Clan!"
They didn't recognize a single one of the words on the tombstones, but from between the lines and the words, they vaguely emitted a ferocious and vicious aura. When they looked carefully, it seemed as if their souls were about to be captured.
Du Ruo shouted, "Students with low cultivation and weak willpower, don't look at the words on the tombstones!"
Many students who almost lost their minds immediately lowered their heads, secretly shocked.
Yang Qingxuan pondered and said, "It's not just the tomb of the Yao Clan. It's also the tomb of the Human Clan. It's a mixture of the two kinds of tombs."
In the graveyard, there were indeed quite a few tombstones written in human language, and the writing was also vigorous and powerful.
Lan Yan muttered, "There should be a deeper meaning for the Academy to lead us here. It's just that there are graves all over the ground … What is the purpose of this?"
Everyone was confused. They stood in front of the graveyard in a daze.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly said, "Although this place is a graveyard, it doesn't have the slightest bit of gloomy, austere, and deathly stillness. On the contrary, green moss is piled up, and white jade is floating in the light. It's a scene of abundant spiritual energy."
"Yes!"
Su Ying was overjoyed and said, "No matter how I say it, it's a little strange. It doesn't look like a graveyard at all. There must be a mine under this graveyard!"
But her face instantly paled. If the mine was under the graveyard, wouldn't they have to dig the grave?
The rest of the students also thought of this and looked at each other. But most of the students were boys. Although they felt uncomfortable, they quickly adapted. They all licked their lips and couldn't help but dig.
Yang Qingxuan took out a spirit ore pointer, and the needle pointed straight ahead. His pupils shrank and he said, "I don't know if there's a mine under the ground, but these tombstones … seem to be all spirit ore …"
"Ah?!"
Everyone was shocked and took out their spirit ore pointers. Sure enough, all of them pointed at the tombstones in unison.
Meng Rui's face paled and said, "No wonder the demon language is so soul-stirring. These words are written with a strange writing style and nourished by the original spiritual energy in the tombstones. That's why they have such a miraculous effect."
"Then what are we waiting for? There are so many tombstones. We've won, we've won for sure! "
A student shouted excitedly and rushed forward. He overturned a tombstone on the spot and took it out of the grave, putting it into his storage bag.
More than ten students ran forward and began to move the tombstones.
Those who were more timid, after seeing that someone had succeeded, became bolder and rushed forward.
However, many teams did not move and stood there quietly to watch.
Yang Qingxuan swept his gaze and discovered that the teams that were watching were all powerful existences, including Lan Yan, Su Ying, and other aristocratic family disciples.
He immediately understood the thoughts of these people. They were all waiting for an opportunity to snatch it.
Those who were excitedly moving tombstones on the graveyard would probably end up making a wedding dress for someone else.
Lan Yan waved the folding fan in his hand and suddenly said, "There are a total of ten teams to read the Profound Rank Martial Technique. It's very generous. Our teams can advance and retreat together and share the quota. We don't have to fight to the death. "
One of them said solemnly, "You mean, we should join hands and eat these people?"
Lan Yan laughed and said, "Eat, these words are too unpleasant. It should be us sharing these spirit ore sources with them. Pay attention to your words, it's sharing."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and asked, "Then how do we share?"
Lan Yan said, "Between us, we have set the rules. We are not allowed to attack each other. Then, based on our own abilities, we can share as much as we can. "
Another person said, "This method is not bad. In the entire assessment team, we are not the only ones who have the qualifications to enter the top ten. Zhao Sihan still hasn't appeared. After we share the spirit ore here, we can go elsewhere to find some. There shouldn't be a problem. "
Lan Yan smiled coldly, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan's expression did not change, but he was keenly aware of Lan Yan's gaze. He could not help but mutter in his heart, "This person is a bit strange. He seems to be very clear about our situation. Not only does he know that Meng Rui is an array master, he also seems to know that we killed Zhao Sihan?"
Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a scream came from the front. It was sharp and ear-piercing.
Everyone looked up. A student was carrying a tombstone, but his right foot was stuck in the grave. His face was abnormally pale and filled with a terrifying expression. He shouted, "Save, save me!"
The other four people in the student team all ran over in horror. "What's going on?!"
Without waiting for the four people to run closer, the student's right foot suddenly changed. A layer of white fur, oozing with blood, came out of his pants.
Yang Qingxuan's eyelids jumped. He immediately saw the thing clearly and said in shock, "It's corpse poison!"
Lan Yan and the others' faces changed greatly. They had come all the way here. Except for a few people who were unusually smooth, many students had encountered corpses that had mutated. Naturally, they knew what was going on.
Su Ying's face turned pale and said in a trembling voice, "There, there are thousands of graves here. It can't be, it can't be …"
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