Although he didn't know much about the primeval relics, Jiang Han also learned about some of the great existences of the primeval demon clan in the Heavenly Realms in the message of the Sealing God Tower, and some of them were powerful, even after hundreds of millions of years, their legends were still circulating in the Heavenly World.

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No doubt.

These countless towering mausoleums are probably the tombs of these ancient demon gods, and under these tombstones, there may be relics and even corpses of these demon gods.

Thinking about it, Jiang Han's scalp was numb.

In the primeval era, the holy realm was like rain and dew, and the immortals were like grass mustard, and in that prosperous era of cultivation, the demon gods who could be famous for the flood and famine, I am afraid that they were all great existences called emperors, at least they were also powerful kings.

"Jiemu, you said before that this is the Tomb of Gods and Demons, do you already know the scene here?" Jiang Han asked, and now the only thing he could ask about was Jiemu.

"I didn't expect that... The legend turned out to be true. Jiemu muttered.

There was a pause. Jiemu Cai said: "I also heard the Yongyue Immortal Emperor say... Although the final outcome of the primeval lich was the decline of the two clans, judging from the results of the war at that time... The demon clan is the winning side. ”

Jiang Han nodded, at least today, after endless years, the Demon Clan Alliance borrowed the name of the ancient demon clan and was still a powerful force in the heavens... As for the Wu Clan, there is a question mark over whether it still exists.

"Legend has it that after the war, the flood was shattered, the disasters continued, and the only remaining strong people in the demon clan collected the corpses and magic weapons of many strong people who fell, and buried them in some hidden places of the ten thousand worlds. ”

"In ancient times, this legend spread, and there were many strong people who searched for these demon tombs, hoping to get some inheritance and magic weapons of the fallen demon gods, but found nothing... Later, as time passed, it became a legend. "Jiemu Road.

"Obviously. ”

"What we are here now should be one of the demon tombs. ”

Jiang Han looked around at these golden tombstones, and did not shake them and then explore the treasures left behind by these dead demon gods, because he thought of seeing the corpse of an immortal god on the Blood Mist Continent.

"It seems that the continent outside that is shrouded in blood mist is probably a battlefield in the primeval lich war... Under the power of time, even the divine soldiers have decayed. Jiang Han's gaze fell on these tombstones.

The tombstones are so glorious and holy that no one can imagine that they have been forged for nearly three epochs.

"The material of these tombstones, I'm afraid that the gods can't match them, how can I shake them?" Jiang Han thought of the Shenfu Shenguan again, and the owner who built this mausoleum probably had something to do with the Shenfu.

"It stands to reason that if I gave birth to the Boundary Wood, the Overseers of the Divine Mansion should have taken the Boundary Wood away, but they let me merge with the Boundary Wood. Jiang Han pondered: "Even if their original intention was to let me refine the Realm Wood, but now that I have completed the task, why don't they remind me?"

"The ruler of this god's house... Did you want me to know something, why didn't you just tell me?"

Demon Clan... Mausoleum.

Jiemu didn't speak anymore, except for knowing some legends of the demon gods, he didn't know much about this demon tomb.

"It's only half an hour, let's look for a way out. ”

Jiang Han began to walk along the path between the tombstones.

After walking a few miles forward, before he knew it, suddenly, Jiang Han found that a huge stone bell stood a few miles away from him.

Before his eyes.

There is no tombstone anymore, but a wide ancient road, at the end of the ancient road, is a tall stone clock, about ten meters high, it seems to be extremely heavy, exuding an endless ancient atmosphere.

"It's... Ancient clocks. Jiang Han was shocked.

At this moment, he faintly noticed that all the tombstones around him seemed to be arranged in a circle, layer by layer, and in the center of these circular tombstone shapes was this stone bell.

Then

"Jiang Han..."Jiemu suddenly spoke, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling: "You set foot on the ancient road and go to the stone bell to have a look, but be very careful, once you can't do anything, evacuate immediately, I will try my best to protect you." ”

Feeling the tremor in Jiemu's voice, Jiang Han's heart sank: "Okay." ”

With a slight step, Jiang Han could feel that the invisible killing intent that had always existed around him disappeared, and in its place, it was a terrifying aura oppression, containing a supreme meaning.

Even with the protection of the bounded wood, Jiang Han still felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"This breath is stronger than all the breaths I have felt, and it is terrifying. Jiang Han's heart was shocked, even if he faced the remnants of the Shenyuan Lord and the phantom of the purple-blooded master in the past, he didn't feel like this.

In comparison, it seems that it is not as majestic as the breath here.

Jiang Han, continue to walk forward. Jiemu urged.

Jiang Han endured this unprecedented oppression, and continued to walk forward, only a few miles away, just a few dozen breaths, but Jiang Han seemed to have walked for thousands of years, and walked an endless long distance.

Before he walked to the stone bell, Jiang Han's mind was exhausted to the extreme.

But.

In front of the stone bell, the unprecedented sense of oppression seemed to dissipate, which made the tired Jiang Han wake up, and he couldn't help but look at the stone bell in front of him.

Compared to some of the towering temples and some giant buildings that Jiang Han had seen, this stone bell was not very tall, but at this moment, this stone bell seemed to be hundreds of millions of miles high in front of him.

In a haze, pictures appeared in Jiang Han's mind.

In the boundless galaxy, a golden giant bell traversed the galaxy, stretching for hundreds of millions of years, as if the real heavens had descended, directly hitting a huge star, easily collapsing it apart.

The golden giant bell descended, enveloping a vast world, and the countless roaring humanoid gods and demons of this world were instantly killed by the giant bell and turned into nothingness.

On the vast expanse of the earth, a majestic giant stood on the ground, and he bent his bow and arrows as if to shoot through the sky, but the giant bell trembled only in the distance of time and space, and the majestic giant was killed.

...

"You've seen everything that has happened... You're right, the golden giant bell in the picture is the legendary weapon of the emperor of the Middle East - the emperor clock, the first treasure of the ancient times, the undisputed strongest weapon. Jiemu's deep voice rang out.

Emperor Bell!

Jiang Han's heart was shocked, and he looked at the stone clock in front of him again.

"This stone bell should be one of the nine ancient bells made by the Eastern Emperor in imitation of the Emperor Bell, although the power is not as good as the Emperor Bell One Hundred and One, it is still a treasure, but it is not something you can forcibly ingest. Jiemu said softly.

"One of the ancient bells made by the Eastern Emperor?"

Jiang Han had a trace of desire in his heart, even if his power was not as powerful as Emperor Zhong Baiyi, it was definitely far beyond ordinary divine soldiers, if he could obtain it, he was afraid that it would be enough to kill the immortal god with this ancient bell.

But then, no matter how hard Jiang Han tried and what method he used, he couldn't shake this stone bell in the slightest.

"It seems that you really have nothing to do with this ancient bell... That's right, the eight or nine Xuangong you practice is completely different from the Eastern Emperor's cultivation path, and it is difficult to get the approval of this ancient bell. Jiemu sighed softly.

Jiang Han's heart also had a trace of unwillingness, the treasures of other demon gods accompanied them to sleep in the tomb, he didn't dare to disturb, the only possibility to get the ancient bell but had no chance.

I was fortunate to come to this tomb of gods and demons, but I didn't have the opportunity to take away the tiles.

Jiang Han regretfully took a few steps back and bowed to the ancient bell, this has nothing to do with the race, it is just a kind of respect for the relics left by the greatest existence of the primeval world.

The moment of bowing your head.

Jiang Han suddenly found that there were a few lines of words on the stone slab on the ground.

"One person holds the bell, the world is in the sky, sighing who is competing with the world. ”