The weather was beautiful, with finches chirping high in the sky, fighting fierce birds from time to time, and swooping from time to time, becoming huge and attacking the tyrannosaurus on land.

Higher up, one after another white clouds are floating, strange shapes, soft and soft make people want to lie down, and the finches that have completed the hunt return to the harmless appearance of humans and animals, squeaking and squeaking, burrowing into the clouds.

The finch has never come out of the clouds since it entered the clouds, and not only the finches, but many birds frolicked over the forbidden land, and they never showed their faces again after breaking into the clouds.

The white cloud, hung with the slightest wisp of blood, still floated on its own, moving around the high altitude of the ancient holy forbidden land, he opened his arms and welcomed all the birds, like a kind old father.

There is murder in the clouds.

On the edge of the Ancient Holy Forbidden Land, Qin Feng stood beside the tomb, two trembling streams, cold sweat broke out, his eyes were dilated, and his spiritual power was unable to concentrate due to excessive tension.

A voice came from the mound at his feet, resenting his act of peeing, and inviting him to enter the grave** and sleep here.

Qin Feng's heart was high: "There are a lot of old tombs on the edge of the ancient holy forbidden land, some of the tombs have collapsed, and the saints buried have rotted into a pile of dirt, and I just met a living old ancestor?"

"I'm still peeing on his head?"

Qin Feng didn't care about it so much, knelt down in front of the old grave, and pleaded again and again: "Senior saint, it's my fault, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, come to your residence......"

"I know my mistake, and I hope the old-timers will let me go. ”

Qin Feng is submissive on the surface, but he has confidence in his heart, and he is not too worried.

"I am a guest of the Pure Altar Saint, according to this situation, the tomb of the Pure Altar Saint should still be deeper, relatively compared, the origin of the Pure Altar Saint is even more extraordinary than the one under his feet!"

Thinking so, Qin Feng took a step back and came to the old saint's side to seek refuge.

The air froze, crows cooed high in the sky, and a whining wind rose around the mounds.

This wind is very strange, it is only born around the grave, surrounding Qin Feng and others, and has not spread to other places.

It was not an ordinary wind, there were faces hidden in the wind, those faces were crying and laughing, there were beautiful young men with graceful manners, old men with old men, faces with long hair and peerless faces, and ugly faces like old tree roots.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the storm, looking at the faces surrounding him left and right, he was shocked: "The face is depicted by the same person!"

Qin Feng recognized the eyes that had no face, and he found that whether it was a young man, an old man, a woman, or a man, all of them had the same color in their eyes, and the focal length was at the same point.

It was a condescending vision, and that vision came with a little killing intent, and Qin Feng felt like he was on pins and needles, and there was a tendency to bleed and die violently.

The old saint took a step forward with one foot, and he released the saint realm, and the sub-saint aura was permeated, providing Qin Feng with half of the eyes at the moment.

The light in his eyes was stopped, Qin Feng's pressure suddenly decreased, the tingling sensation in the front half of his body disappeared, and the bleeding stopped.

But the condition behind him is still bad, without the protection of the old saint, his skin is disintegrating inch by inch, and he is watching in the light of his eyes

The lower cracks are like the drought-stricken crust of the field, and deep ravines are cracked.

Not only that, his essence blood poured out from the cracks in his body, and as soon as those essence blood overflowed and was exposed to the light of his eyes, it was evaporated, and the blood scabs were not left, turning into bursts of blood mist.

The speed of the loss of essence blood was amazing, and if it continued like this, Qin Feng would die of self-exhaustion.

The little cardinal whispered softly, and when the light of the storm fell on him, it was dispelled by the bursts of sun power emanating from his body, and the effect on him was very weak.

His realm is too low, relying on his own bloodline to resist the slightest, but this is the power of the saint, and it still causes him to lose his hair under the continuation, the power of the sun is disordered, and the fire essence seeps out from his nostrils, eyes, and ears.

The little cardinal didn't care so much, flew behind Qin Feng, spread his wings, and blocked the large area of eyes behind Qin Feng for Qin Feng.

It dared to act, it was his work to burn the thatch on the mound, and he had to share it for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was very moved: "Little cardinal, don't be like this, the power of the sun in your body fluctuates greatly, you haven't been awake for a long time, your cultivation has just begun, this saint can't stop you." ”

"You're going to lose your roots!"

The origin of the divine beast is very precious, very rare, generally speaking, there is only a small lump in the heart, also called heart blood.

The blood of the ten ancient divine beasts has the miraculous effect of the flesh and bones of the living and dead, and it is not bad at all compared to the immortal medicine, it can prolong the life of the saint, and it is something that the immortals have to compete for.

The old sage bears all kinds of pressure on one foot, and his body has a tendency to kneel, but he is very stubborn, and drives all the life-sustaining silkworms on his body to the knee joints and ankle joints, and never allows his knees to bend.

His upper body had lost the maintenance of the Silkworm, his nose and eyes had fallen off, his face could no longer be seen as a face, but a depression, his chest had collapsed, and his ribs and flesh had slipped off in large chunks, there was no blood, only black tissue.

"He is the guest of the Pure Altar Sage, you better weigh it!" the old sage warned and brought out the name of his master.

Whew-

The dense face that followed the storm suddenly hung in the air, the wind stopped, the little cardinal no longer overflowed with fire spirit, the old saint straightened his chest, and the eyes and nose on the ground returned to his face.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief: "It seems that the Pure Altar Saint is very amazing, his name is very good, the outermost saint, I want to save face for him." ”

When Qin Feng was relaxing, the mud and sand on the mound swirled, and the black soil floated up and was raised very high.

"Strange, the wind around has clearly stopped, why is the soil on this mound being lifted up, and there is no wind?"

Qin Feng pondered, and after a moment, he suddenly realized: "The saint is noble, the body has its own coercion, a loose earth tomb, the soil is too light to cover the coffin board, so it will be self-exalted without wind." ”

"In order to make up for my previous mistakes and thank the saint for forgiveness, I have to find a way to repair the sleeping place for the saint. ”

Qin Feng groped around his body and found some strange ores of extraordinary quality.

"Mixing these ores with ordinary soil will make the quality of the whole tomb a notch. ”

The dirt on the mound swirls slowly

, the higher it rises, the higher it rises, and a black stone with a large head rises to the highest and levitates to the top.

Immediately afterwards, two thin stones two feet long were raised, followed by two long stones of one foot, and two two-foot stones and one foot stones were connected, and they were suspended around the skull boulder.

Then, a dense mass of stones flew up, and their thickness and thickness were mixed to form a thoracic cavity, with the feldspar acting as the ribs and the cobblestone acting as the internal organs.

Soon after, limbs appeared, and robes appeared.

The grave soil shapes a man!

The stone man's mouth rattled, two stones collided, and a human voice came: "Pure altar saint?

The stone man turned his gaze, looked at Qin Feng, and said coldly: "Scattering wild fields in my sleeping ground, and burning my grave grass, you all have to die." ”

The old sage puffed up his momentum: "The Pure Altar Sage is a figure who is buried in the ancient holy forbidden land for three thousand miles, not your nine thousand li comparable!"

No one knows the inside of the ancient holy forbidden land, but the outside spreads for nine thousand miles, and these nine thousand miles are the sleeping places of the saints in the outside world, and the ancient tombs are one after another.

Nine thousand miles is very wide, but there are not many treasure lands suitable for large graves, and the area close to the interior of the ancient holy forbidden land is even more occupied.

Being able to rank within three thousand miles is enough to show the strength of the Pure Altar Saint.

The stone man spoke: "It's up to you, a sub-saint, who dares to be presumptuous in front of me?"

The stone man raised his arm and snapped his fingers silently: "If you weren't in a self-sealing state, I could have taken your life with the snap of my fingers." ”

"Silkworm corpse, leave quickly, and those who insult me will die here today no matter what. ”

Thundered.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed dramatically, and the mound became an overlapping stone wall, rising high and blocking out the light from the outside.

As soon as the stone man opened his mouth and sucked, Qin Feng fell into his mouth.

The stone man's mouth constructs a heaven and earth, this heaven and earth is divided into two layers, the lower layer is large, the upper layer is small, both layers are round, flowing obscure brilliance, and then, the upper layer of heaven fell, falling aside, and the two layers of heaven shrouded Qin Feng in it.

In just a moment, Qin Feng's feet melted away and disappeared for no reason.

He had a strong vitality and tried to grow his feet again, but he found that he couldn't, and his feet were cut off by the power of the saint and couldn't grow.

Qin Feng urged his spiritual eyes to look at the two adjacent circular heaven and earth.

"It's like a gourd, and it's like a pair of eyeballs, is this the means of a sage?" Qin Feng gave birth to a sense of giving up resistance, the sage is the sky, he is an ant, the sky is impermanent, there is a great disaster, and the ants are powerless to resist.

Qin Feng advised: "Sage, there is an ominous thing in my corpse, this thing is difficult to dissolve even if you step on the immortal path, beware of infecting you." ”

"I'm a double pupil. ”

The stone man's body shook violently, and the two worlds collapsed, spitting Qin Feng far away.

The stone man stretched out his hand and scattered his two cheeks, but still feeling unsafe, he removed his head, picked up a stone from the mound again, and placed it around his neck.

He shook his neck and spat continuously, cleaning up the traces left by Qin Feng.

"You're a heavy pupil...... Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The stone man thought for a moment: "You go, just leave the little finch behind." ”

Qin Feng was puzzled: "Senior, why did you take off your head?"

The stone man looked at Qin Feng and took a step back, "The one who gouged out his eyes and pulled out his blood?"

The stone man urged like a plague: "Go quickly, don't stand by my grave." ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Strongest Truth and Taoism" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~