Within a line of words, Qin Yang's eyes were sour, and he hurriedly removed his eyes.

Looking at other places, the walls are full of traces of fingernails, and in some places, you can see something that looks like dry flesh and blood, as if there was once a monster inside, scratching the stone wall frantically, trying to break the stone wall and leave here, even if the flesh and blood are blurred.

Qin Yang had a guess in his heart, no wonder the prohibition here was all the simplest trapping array, and it was actually to trap the things inside.

And nine times out of ten, what the tomb owner wants to trap is himself.

The corpse was gone, only the thick dust on the ground, faintly some fragments that had not yet turned into ashes, and the entire tomb was extremely simple and could be seen through at a glance.

Qin Yang sighed secretly in his heart, and sure enough, after the death of the tomb owner of this tomb, he also turned into an ominous ghost, dragging the dead body and walking in the world.

The structure of this tomb is simple, and the ceremonial guard is also simple, and it must not be a very strong person before his death, and it is estimated that it is not much different from the dead ghost next to him before his death, and it stands to reason that he should not be able to turn into an ominous soul.

But like a dead ghost, he could not rest in peace after death, and he seemed to know something in advance, and knew what would happen after his death, so he trapped himself in the tomb with a trap formation, until at last he was so mad that he lost his mind and was completely destroyed.

What exactly does that line mean......

In addition to this line of words, other words carved on the stone wall with fingers, but for some reason, they are all scribbled and mutilated, and it is impossible to identify what they are, only a few "jokes" with strong intentions that are dazzling, as if they are newly engraved.

Qin Yang carefully observed for a long time, and after a little hesitation, he still took out a jade slip, copied all the chaotic carvings on the stone wall, no matter what they were, and recorded them in the jade slip.

After confirming that nothing was missing, Qin Yang turned around and walked out.

Just turned around, the afterglow swept to the ground covered by thick dust, Qin Yang's eyes froze, he squatted down, stretched out his hand to remove the thick dust on the ground, and suddenly saw that there were a lot of words engraved on the ground.

These words look much normal, the penmanship is hard, the iron is painted with silver hooks, and the murderous aura erupts from the words, just by looking at these words a few more times, Qin Yang feels that the killing intent is boiling in his mind, and everything he sees in his eyes is slowly covered with a layer of blood red.

In my mind, there seemed to be a voice that was crazy to the extreme, and cold to the extreme, emitting bursts of deafening and trembling roars.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

This voice seemed to be an echo, constantly bouncing back and forth in his mind, and with every breath, there would be a peak, the purest killing intent, more and more intense.

Qin Yang's eyes were red, his face was hideous, the killing intent in his eyes was boiling, almost only madness remained, the true yuan of his body turned into flames and burned, his body was golden and bright, and his sharp qi was soaring.

At this moment, Qin Yang trembled and stretched out a hand, holding the Blood Lama tightly in his palm, and Zhenyuan frantically poured into it.

"Buzz ......"

A wisp of blood-colored light floated and opened from the blood lama, vast and ethereal, as if the heavenly sound of the Buddha was murmuring, coming through the void, turning into blood light, and spreading layer upon layer.

Among the blood lamas, the back of a Buddha wearing a high hat became clearer and clearer, and even through the back, it could be vaguely seen that the Buddha put his hands on his chest, chanting continuously, and slowly, the Sanskrit sound came out from the blood light, turning into pale golden runes, which swirled around Qin Yang's body.

Slowly, Qin Yang's complexion slowly became calm, the burning true yuan became calm, and the killing intent and blood light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

After a stick of incense, Qin Yang slowly let out a breath.

"This place, if it is really full of dangers, even if it seems to be a non-threatening place, there may be hidden murder intentions. ”

At this moment, looking at the ground again, the dust covered on the ground has long been dispersed by the momentum of the explosion, and the ground is densely written, and a large number of passages should be the epitaph of the tomb owner, and the beginning is about the life of the tomb owner.

Just a few sentences later, all the words left, obviously still the original words, but there was a strange killing intent covering them, after falling into Qin Yang's eyes, Qin Yang actually gave birth to a strange feeling that these words were very familiar, but he didn't know anything.

The further back, the stronger this feeling becomes, especially in the last few lines, the very messy handwriting, and the killing intent covered on it is even stronger.

After a glance, I didn't even remember a single thing.

Qin Yang couldn't help but be surprised, what are these words? Could it be some kind of profound classics that cannot be passed on lightly?

After an instant, Qin Yang shook his head in denial, mainly because of the layer of killing intent covered on it, so he had this strange feeling.

Then, using jade slips to record, I can't remember, how to record? With the most stupid method, paper rubbing, the moment the rubbing is printed, the paper will turn into powder.

All kinds of means have been used once, but it is impossible to record a single cent, let alone interpret a single cent.

Qin Yang had a feeling that the last few lines of words definitely contained a great secret, which might be the secret that the tomb owner discovered when his consciousness was not yet extinguished.

Urging the Blood Lama, using the blood light that the Blood Lama escaped, constantly impacting the killing intent covered by the surface of these handwritings on the ground.

When the blood light seemed to be washed by a big river, and the moment it slowly washed away all the killing intent on it, all the handwriting was shattered and completely disappeared.

Qin Yang was silent, he had guessed that these killing intent would collapse, and the handwriting would also crumble, he had expected that there was really no way to dare to use this last method.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case......

It's just that at the moment when the killing intent collapsed, there were still a few words, and at the moment of its collapse, I understood the meaning and remembered it in my heart.

Holy Father, ominous, jokes, shattered, lies.

These words are not together, and when the words between them are broken, they can't understand the meaning of them, and they can't remember them in their hearts, so they can only leave regrets.

Qin Yang took out the jade slip, afraid that he would forget these words, and after writing it down, he put it in the storage bag.

Walking out of the tomb, Qin Yang looked at the depths of the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb, and suddenly had a new understanding of the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb in his heart.

It is no wonder that the Demon Stone Holy Sect itself is very taboo about the ancestral tomb.

No wonder the dog male and female duo didn't dare to come by themselves, their strength was strong, but under the traction of the qi machine, it was impossible to say that it would cause greater changes.

If they cause changes and awaken the ominous soul, there is a good chance that Wu Yu and other terrifying existences will not even have a chance to resist at that time, and in an instant, they will die.

And if you are in a low realm, if you enter here, you have a better chance of surviving.

Following the path marked on the map, he rushed forward, and saw those tombs with strange breaths, extremely quiet tombs, Qin Yang walked around, but those places where the qi was full of energy, obviously ominous and weird, and the places that were suppressed in the tombs were safer......

The probability of the dead turning into ominous souls here is too high.

Three days later, he had only advanced for thirty miles, and after arriving here, Qin Yang stopped and looked ahead, his eyes solemn.