The main hall.

Ximen Hao looked at the dilapidated main hall of Qingyuan Mansion, in addition to the scattered decorations that were beaten, there were eight well-preserved god corpses.

It's a pity, not to mention any artifacts and treasures, even the armor has been stripped away.

I don't know if the people who cleaned up the battlefield here are still alive, maybe they have died in the collapse of the God Realm.

The eight corpses on the ground were easily distinguishable, and the faces of the Wind Demon Clan all had that conspicuous demon pattern, which could be seen on the face of the Demon Cloud Evil God, the Xuantian Demon Venerable, and even the Troll Clan in the Nether Realm.

There are five corpses without magic patterns on the face of Qingyuan Mansion, three men and two women, and the corpses of the Wind Demon Clan are three, one woman and two men.

The corpse was well preserved, except for the bloody hole on his forehead, as if he had fallen asleep.

Originally, this hall had many floors, but now there is only one floor, and when you look up, you can see the sky, and I don't know what kind of attack will penetrate the entire hall.

Ximen Hao scanned the eight corpses again, and found that it was the thief who was clean, so he almost took away his clothes.

"Made! Hao Ye cursed you to die for 10,000 years!"

He couldn't help but curse that or those ancient gods who cleaned up the battlefield, otherwise the treasure here would make him the richest man in the God Domain!

"Boss, it doesn't seem to be as good as the outside here. ”

The zombie suddenly walked in, it was too clean, it was not as good as some armor artifacts or something outside.

"Cleaned?"

Ximen Hao was in a bad mood.

"Back to the boss, the area blown up by your magic ball has been cleaned, and they are continuing to clean the periphery, and the poor road comes in to take a look. ”

The zombie walked over, and then looked at the eight well-preserved corpses with the demon slaying sword in his hand to see if anyone knew him.

"Huh? No, boss! These people are also in the god king period, Qingyuan Mansion is said to have two major god emperors, and there is a mysterious god emperor!

"You can see that?"

Ximen Hao couldn't tell what level those gods were anyway, after all, there was no fluctuation anymore.

"Almost, according to the state of the preservation of the god body, it can be seen that these are only the god king period. Don't forget the boss, Poor Dao was also a strong man back then. ”

Zombie said proudly.

"How strong?"

"One step away from the God Emperor!"

"Damn!"

"Don't believe me?"

"Believe! You say you're the creator god, and I believe it, but it happened more than 10,000 years ago. ”

The Ximen Hao cliff is deliberate.

"No, Boss! Poor Dao is true, you can't erase Poor Dao's achievements back then!"

The zombie was furious, this was the first time since following Ximen Hao.

Ximen Hao didn't bird him, his mouth pouted, and he said:

"Dead Daoist, you should forget your past, don't forget what was the reason why you were strong back then!"

The zombie's face changed, and he became extremely pale.

"Boss, Poor Dao knows that he is wrong, and Poor Dao should not mention it again. ”

Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows, and then walked straight to the main hall.

The throne inside the hall had disappeared, and there was a large hole in the innermost wall, and there was a throne upside down outside, apparently someone had knocked out and knocked a large hole into the wall.

Ximen Hao walked through the big cave and went to the back of the main hall to continue looking for something valuable.

And the zombie took a long time to come back to his senses, and then followed Ximen Hao to the back.

The square behind has long been cleaned up by the magic ball, and even the surrounding palaces have disappeared, but there is a complete god corpse lying not far away.

It's strange that the corpse of the god has no hole in its forehead, but it is very dead, it is an old man with white hair and white beard, and his face is still healthy and ruddy.

"Hey, Dead Daoist, what kind of cultivation is this?"

Ximen Hao walked in front of the old man, pulled it casually a few times, and was also picked up cleanly, but there was a token on his waist.

"Master?!"

The zombie rushed to the old man with an exclamation, and then knelt on the ground with a "poof", and his eyes instantly turned red.

"Master, your master?"

Ximen Hao was surprised, and at the same time glanced at the token in his hand, and sure enough, the words 'Ling Tiangong' were written.

"Master! I can't think of it...... I didn't expect to see you here. ”

The zombie looked at the old man with a sad expression, but his eyes were full of complicated colors.

"Hey, Dead Daoist, weren't you expelled from Ling Tian Palace?"

Ximen Hao whispered.

"Alas......"

The zombie wiped the corners of his eyes, and then said sadly:

"Poor Dao was expelled from Ling Tian Palace because of the erosion of demons in his heart and did all kinds of evil things, but after all, he was the master who had taught Poor Dao for many years, but he didn't expect that his old man still didn't hide from it, and he actually died here. ”

After speaking, he kowtowed to the corpse three times.

"Alas, don't be sad, find a place to bury him. ”

Ximen Hao patted the stiff minister's shoulder.

The zombie stood up from the ground, and then dug directly into the ground with his exorcist sword.

"Burial outside may be dug up, but this is the safest place. ”

"Why did your master die here?"

Ximen Hao also took out the Glaive Knife and helped dig it.

"Maybe you're here as a guest?"

The Zombie could only make a simple guess.

"Oh. ”

Ximen Hao nodded, then looked at the old man's forehead, and asked curiously:

"Why doesn't he have a hole in his forehead?"

"This ...... It must have been shattered from the outside, right? Anyway, Shizun is dead. Maybe this is providence, God let me meet Shizun, I don't need to let him be here. Well, almost. ”

The zombie took the demon sword, then picked up the old man and put him in the pit.

Then the corpse of the god was buried with the excavated stones, and there was no monument, but the divine power was used to melt the rubble and merge with the rocks in other places, so that no one could tell that there was a corpse buried here.

"Master, rest in peace, that's all the apprentice can do. ”

The zombie kowtowed three more times, then stood up.

"Oh, your master's token. ”

Ximen Hao gave the token to the zombie.

The zombie took the token, and couldn't help but sigh again:

"Perhaps, this is the last token of Ling Tian Palace. ”

"Okay, it's been more than 10,000 years, and the divine realm has disappeared, what do you want to do with this?

Ximen Hao asked.

"The lowest is also the God Emperor, when Poor Dao was expelled from the division, the master was in the God King period, and then so many years have passed, it should have been the God Emperor period a long time ago. ”

"God Emperor Period? That means there may still be the corpse of the God Emperor here, and maybe there is also a God Emperor's. ”

Ximen Hao came to the spirit, and the powerful Yuan Shen began to scan.

"The God Emperor is possible, the God Emperor is estimated to be enough, and the poor Dao even suspects that when the God Realm collapsed, many of those powerful God Emperors may have survived. ”

The zombie said as he looked at the token in his hand.

Suddenly, he saw a neat crack on the token, a very thin one, and it was still in the pattern, and it was impossible to see it if he didn't look closely.

"It's ......"

The zombie gradually frowned, and then pulled hard with both hands.

"Click!"

The token was unexpectedly pulled open left and right, revealing a small dark compartment, and a small jade slip was placed inside.

The zombie looked at the small jade slip, it was hidden so tightly, it must be an important thing left by the master.

looked up at Ximen Hao, who was sweeping around, with a look of struggle on his face.

He is now dedicated to the Tao and doesn't value external objects at all, but this jade slip may be very important to him, so he can't help but be entangled, whether to tell Ximen Hao or not.

"Hey, Dead Daoist, what are you doing?"

Demon Lin suddenly patted the stiff man on the shoulder from behind.

Zombie's heart moved, and he accepted the token, and at the same time, the dust also appeared in his hand.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it's just a little feeling. ”

"Oh, Dead Daoist, more than 10,000 years have passed, so don't think about it so much. ”

Morin said, and began to clean up the artifacts and armor around him.

The zombie took a deep breath, then ran a few steps and chased after Ximen Hao.