In front of it, there is a stretch of mountains, undulating peaks, gradually rising up, countless precipitous, arching over the most central mountain peak towering into the clouds.

Qin Yang's eyes were full of jealousy, when he raised his eyes to look into the distance before, he hadn't noticed anything, just that this was just a relatively dense group of tombs.

But when I really arrived here, I saw it clearly, the peak at the front of five or six hundred zhang high, where is the peak, but a tombstone!

The tombstone has undergone the precipitation of the years, and the dust precipitated on it has solidified into stone, and when you look at it from a distance, the tombstone is mixed with the mountain peaks, and it is difficult to distinguish at all.

Besides, how can you imagine that just a tombstone is five or six hundred zhang high.

Qin Yang's face was full of astonishment and horror, this tomb group is actually just a mausoleum?

What are you kidding, this is just thirty miles away from the ancestral tomb, how could there be a mausoleum of this scale!

At this moment, I looked at this tomb group again, and immediately found that this is a pattern of stars and moons, and the scorching sun hangs, and the strength of this person before his life is at least four or five realms higher than his own, otherwise, it is impossible to have this scale, and he can't support this scale.

In the mountains, the ebony is continuous, but there is no life, vigorous and dead, constantly gushing out, after a while, it is like a giant dragon absorbing water, and is swallowed into the mountains again, like a god and demon spitting the world, the weather is awe-inspiring, and there is a black light, like a rainbow, leaping and moving, it seems to show the glory of the tomb owner before his death.

It's just that everything is full of a great horror that makes people tremble, this is the abyss of death, the forbidden place of the living.

At least after entering the Magic Stone Ancestral Tomb, this mausoleum is definitely the most terrifying I have ever seen, and it is not at all a grade higher than what I saw before.

Before he got close, the surging death qi had already forced him to urge the blood lama to protect his body, and he had the essence of Yimu under his tongue to replenish the vitality that was constantly consumed.

Stepping here, Qin Yang's body stiffened, his spirit was beating, and he was already frantically sending out warnings, he couldn't take another step, and if he took another step, it would immediately cause a great terror, and there would be no reason to survive.

Qin Yang's eyes bloomed, and he opened his eyes strongly, wanting to peek at the true face of this stretching mausoleum.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, Qin Yang immediately let out a miserable scream, and in his eyes, blood was gushing, like a spring, and the eye sockets seemed to be burned by fire, which was extremely miserable.

Qin Yang took three steps back, recovering with vitality, the spiritual fluid dripping into his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his eyes were almost blind.

Qin Yang's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, it was too terrifying.

Among them, the formations and prohibitions have an occasional tendency to turn into spirits, and the divine light is like the scorching sun, which is enough to dazzle the eyes of blind people.

Just at that glance, I saw several visions.

The dead air turns into a god, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, so that everything in the mausoleum will not be consumed by time, but will become stronger and stronger, the mythical beast bears the monument, constantly singing the life achievements of the tomb owner, countless dead spirits, worship, living in it, as if this mausoleum itself, is a shrunken kingdom of God.

Opening the map, Qin Yang confirmed his location for a long time, only to find that he had deviated slightly from the direction, this place, marked on the map, is a dead Jedi, and the living are not allowed to enter.

Qin Yang turned around and wanted to leave, bypassing here.

After walking a few steps, his expression moved, and he looked at the several storage bags hanging from his waist.

What better place to discard these things than here?

There's nothing more suitable!

Thrown into here, even if the dog male and female duo has the means to reach the sky, they know that all the things are thrown here, do they dare to go in and investigate?

Besides, this is the only place where you can get out.

Everything fell into this mausoleum, and whoever thought about it would think that they would also fall here, and they would die cleanly, but they couldn't go in to confirm it.

If you throw it away in advance, maybe the dog male and female duo will immediately wonder if they have seen through their actions.

"The spiritual weapon I got for the first time in my life, I actually want to destroy it by myself......" Qin Yang sighed, his face was full of regret, and the movements in his hands did not hesitate at all, grabbed a storage bag, and threw it into the mausoleum group with his hand.

The storage bag turned into an afterimage, and flew out with a whoosh, only to see a flash of spiritual light in the distance, and a dead air as thick as black ink, as if the tide was surging, instantly submerging the storage bag.

Qin Yang took out the embroidered purse again, with a trace of reluctance on his face.

This embroidered purse is not only a large space, but also the first time that he has obtained the spoils from a person whose strength is stronger than his own realm, and it is also from a bewitching slut who peeps at his magnificent body and handsome face, and is one of the eighteen famous weapons.

The monumental significance is very large......

"Farewell, from now on, we are really lofty, and the last trace of fetters will disappear. Qin Yang muttered to himself and threw the embroidered purse out casually......

"Poof......

The embroidered purse was overwhelmed by dead air, and there was no trace of it.

The last storage bag, which contained a sledgehammer with a broken handle, was the most complicated in his heart for this thing, convinced that it was a good thing, but it had no other purpose except to carry it.

"Originally, I was going to take you to suppress the thatched pit, but this is much more high-grade than the thatched pit, as your burial place, the force is definitely high enough, goodbye, old friend......"

Qin Yang shouted, as if saying goodbye to an old friend, with a flick of his wrist, the storage bag turned into an afterimage, and fell into the mausoleum with a whoosh, and was thrown the farthest......

"Poof......

Infinite dead air envelops the storage bag, and the storage bag crumbles and dissipates in an instant......

The contents of it all shattered in an instant, only a sledgehammer with a broken handle, a flash of red light on the surface, and a sleepy-eyed bare chicken head, half of the head drilled out of the sledgehammer.

After seeing the surrounding scene, the ugly chicken was excited, the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the red light in his eyes burst out, piercing all the dead air.

Seeing in the distance at a glance, Qin Yang waved his hand, looking melancholy and reluctant, as if he had just said goodbye to his best friend for the last time......

Sent to the incinerator of the crematorium......

"Qin Yang, Qin Youde, your uncle, you don't have a fucking virtue, you ......" The ugly chicken screamed at the top of his throat, and before he could finish screaming, he was sprayed with black ink-like dead air......

The ugly chicken's eyes were full of grievances, and he kept coughing, and he was forced to retract his head and sink into the sledgehammer.

"Qin Youde! Ancestor is not finished with you!"

Standing outside the mausoleum, Qin Yang looked puzzled: "It seems that someone called my name just now?"

Qin Yang's face suddenly turned as white as paper, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, cold from head to toe.

How can this tomb owner be so strong that he can forcibly capture my name from the darkness, this is littering, and people are not satisfied?

Thinking of this, Qin Yang hurriedly took out three handfuls of spiritual incense, rubbed them and inserted them on the ground, and apologized respectfully.

"Seniors, I'm sorry, the juniors are low-spirited, it's really helpless, I hope the seniors will understand......"