Text Text_Chapter 1768 Five-Colored Divine Land

"In my life, I am not weaker than others!"

The girl opened her eyes, but she couldn't wait to run to the second holy sepulchre.

It's just that the second holy tomb is not quite the same as the first holy tomb, although he is also a nameless holy tomb, but on the stone tablet, with a simple seal character, silver hook iron painting written a line of words.

Although this sentence is simple, the girl muttered a few words, but it was like being hit by a magic barrier, and her eyes became obsessed.

On this stone stele, there is no exciting story, and there is no legend of eternal life and invincible opponents all over the world. Some are just this sentence

"In my life, I am not weaker than others!"

If you are not weaker than others, if you are not weaker than anyone, isn't that invincible?

This sentence is too domineering!

It seems to be unwilling because it can only fall into second place!

"Woo......"

At this time, as the girl recited this sentence, layers of sound waves echoed in the entire space.

This sound is so harsh that it stimulates people's minds to swell.

Even if the monks present were all above the foundation building realm, they couldn't stand it and couldn't help but cover their ears.

"Alright, stop arguing!"

Yang Yunfan was very uncomfortable when he saw everyone covering their ears, and between heaven and earth, the sound of gold and stone echoed endlessly, and the noisy people were upset.

He immediately scolded angrily, and then, his palm slapped directly on the stone tablet.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound, and in the next second, there was a ripple of sound waves on the stone tablet...... Immediately, the sentence "My life is not weaker than others" came to an abrupt end.

On this stone stele, there seems to be a peculiar formation.

As long as anyone recites "My life, not weaker than others", it will resonate, and the energy gradient will become larger and larger because of the sound vibrating back and forth, until the entire space is constantly chanting this sentence back and forth.

Yang Yunfan has also suffered several times before he knows how to crack this magic sound.

"Are you alright?"

Yang Yunfan looked at the others, stimulated by this magic sound, his blood surged, his face was very bad, and he cared.

"It's fine. ”

Everyone else shook their heads.

Apparently, they were just startled, but not hurt.

After a while, Yang Yunfan saw that there was nothing wrong with the others, so he explained with a smile: "Although this senior is strong and can be called the heavens and the earth, his mental cultivation is really not very good, and he likes to play tricks very much!"

"Brother Yang, this senior is too scoundrel! I'm not interested in his story anymore. Let's go and open the third Holy Sepulchre. Didn't the machine spirit say that there is a treasure in the third holy tomb that can heal you?"

The girl was tricked and was in a particularly bad mood. He glanced at the second stone tablet in disgust, then pulled Yang Yunfan and hurried to the third holy tomb.

The third Holy Sepulchre is still a nameless Holy Sepulchre.

And, unlike the other two, this third Holy Sepulchre is not anything strange in it.

The first holy tomb, on the stone tablet, there is a Taiji yin and yang fish that contains the mystery of "Tao", if you are a cultivator, you can definitely go to the next level if you feel the Tao here.

This holy tomb is an absolutely priceless treasure for those who cultivate the Tao!

The old man liked to meditate and practice here, and sometimes, once he sat down, it was ten days and half a month.

The second Holy Sepulchre, the mystical meaning of the formation contained on the stone tablet, can be superimposed with the power of sound waves...... And, it seems, endlessly.

This stone tablet contains extremely high formation mysteries!

Yang Yunfan likes to come here to observe the principle of this sonic formation, over the years, he has only comprehended a little bit of the surface, and he has almost become the strongest formation genius on the earth.

Only, the third Holy Sepulchre.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out what secrets are there.

"Are you really going to open it?"

Yang Yunfan stood in front of the third holy tomb, although the old man told him that if he encountered something that could not be solved, he would open the third holy tomb.

However, when it was really his turn to do this, Yang Yunfan still had some hesitation.

Under this holy tomb, I don't know which ancestor is buried in the bones, or the tomb of the clothes...... Either way, opening this tomb at will seems to be disrespectful to the ancestors.

"Young Master, do you need the machine spirit to help you open it?"

In the sky, the spirit of Moyun Cliff, a spatial artifact, looked at Yang Yunfan, and kept staring at the third holy tomb without moving, he thought that Yang Yunfan didn't know how to open it, so he volunteered.

"Young Master, this Holy Tomb, the bottom is empty, you can open it by removing the stone tablet above!" After a while, seeing that Yang Yunfan still didn't move, the machine spirit reminded again.

"Empty?"

Hearing this, Yang Yunfan was stunned.

The tomb is empty, could it be that this tomb is for me?

Thinking that the old man has always liked to be cynical, if he really encounters something that can't be solved, he will definitely die!

With the character of an old man, arrange a tomb for yourself in advance...... This kind of taboo thing, old man, maybe he really did it!

"It's okay, I'm going to die, and Young Master Ben doesn't care if he offends his seniors!"

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Yunfan gritted his teeth, and under the eyes of everyone, he struggled to push the huge stone tablet.

The stele was moved, making a "rumbling" sound, and slowly pushed away the dirt and moved to the side.

As the stele was removed, a pitch-black passage emerged from under the Holy Sepulchre. This passage, deep and permeating, does not know where it leads, exuding an astonishing coldness.

"It's cold!"

Everyone felt a chill that could not be described in words.

They are all cultivators, even in Antarctica, they don't feel cold. However, the chill in this passage made their pores shrink, and they couldn't help but shiver.

"It seems that it is really a resting place for me. ”

Yang Yunfan looked at the passage, which was empty and empty. Deeper, there is a large white porcelain vase, which is very similar to an urn.

He couldn't help but think of the old man's bad taste, and he was suddenly depressed!

The old man, this guy, really played himself again. With such an old and unserious master, Yang Yunfan felt that he was really unlucky.

"Huh?"

It's just that just when Yang Yunfan was depressed, suddenly, he sensed that there seemed to be something strange in the white porcelain vase, and it jumped!

The ghost sent the gods, Yang Yunfan rushed into the passage in one step and opened the porcelain bottle.

"Dirt?"

The next second, he saw that inside the porcelain vase was a palm-sized, colored clay.

He couldn't help but be disappointed!

The old man is really playing tricks on himself.

What's the use of this dirt? Colored dirt is not the same as dirt...... Not a single point of inspiration. Definitely, nothing useful.

"Click......"

Who knows, just when Yang Yunfan was about to close the lid of the porcelain bottle, the soil suddenly surged wildly.

The dirt, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly, like a tidal wave, began to pour out frantically, and soon covered the entire passage.

"Poof!"

The speed of these dirt surges too fast, and before Yang Yunfan could react, he was swallowed up all at once.

"Brother Yang......"

"Cloud Sail ......"

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

They never expected that Yang Yunfan would be devoured by this tomb!

However, as soon as they let out a scream, before they could escape, the dirt swept up at a faster speed, swallowing everyone up!

"Click!"

After a few moments, the dirt receded like a tide.

Originally, the tombstone that was removed by Yang Yunfan once again returned to the distance.

The entire Moyun Cliff once again regained its calm.