Tomb of the gods.

After nightfall, the demons awakened in the flesh and blood were rampant everywhere, the disciples of the Red Feather Sect fled back one after another, and the disappearance of Yunzhu and the others was only regarded as a disaster, and no one knew that there was an extra person who walked out of the mist of calamity.

Gray-gold flames walked silently.

Xia Ji didn't need to deliberately look for it at all, he completely deliberately knew where the target was.

The goal was so clear that he could find it even with his eyes closed.

Because that's the guide.

Soon, he came to a place in the Broken Block Mountains.

This place is the same as the surroundings, and it looks perfectly normal.

But then the summer pole approached, and the ridge began to tremble slightly, and the green leaves in the forest danced wildly.

Soon, the ground shook violently.

The epicenter seems to be thousands of meters down, and it is rushing upwards.

Boom!!

A black shadow soared from the depths of the earth.

It wasn't until it settled down that I saw that it was bizarre... It is difficult to explain what kind of community, or mourning hall, is it a spiritual hall?

Eighteen treacherous stone pillars are evenly divided.

Each stone pillar carries an indescribable mystery, giving people a sense of silence, freezing, and death, the ultimate in which there is no future, and even the particles and atoms have been completely shattered.

Xia Ji clearly felt that the summoning of his Yin Si mask came from these stone pillars.

In the center of the stone pillar is a mysterious long coffin, the coffin is made of special material, and it is impossible to tell whether it is metal or wood at all, because it is the pure black of the twinkling stars, with a sense of spatial layering.

Next to the coffin were many strange skeletons.

The skeleton coiled around the long coffin, and at a cursory glance, it turned out to be hundreds of meters long...

It is conceivable that in front of this skeleton is a terrifying beast, it may be a snake, a python, or... A dragon that can swim in the heavenly river.

No one can figure out what's going on here.

And there are nine such skeletons.

In addition, outside the coffin, there was also a person kneeling at the entrance of this spiritual hall.

The man was crystal clear, with a faint glint of stars, wearing an imperial crown on his head, but wearing the robe of the ghost king, his hands on the ground, and heavy shackles between his wrists.

It's just that Xia Ji doesn't feel any vitality from him, and he has obviously been dead for a long, long time.

When mortals die, their bones have long been gnawed by insects.

However, this person was transformed into a strange and extremely hard substance, just like the Dragon Elephant Dharma King of the Great Snow Mountain Tantra before.

It's just that Xia Ji clearly felt that the Dragon Elephant Dharma King was afraid that it was much worse than the corpse of the imperial crown in front of him, or that it was not an existence at the same level at all.

Xia Ji looked at it for a while, and suddenly a strange thought filled his heart.

He casually pulled it and took off the bull's head mask from his face.

Step into the mourning hall here.

He wondered if he should go and see what was hidden in the coffin, after all, he couldn't come for nothing.

But his body seemed to be still, and a strange and majestic voice came from his mouth:

"Taiyi, do you know what's wrong?"

It seemed to respond to his reply.

The kneeling man turned his body slightly, bowed to the end, and the imperial crown hung down and touched the ground gently.

No matter how calm Xia Ji was, he was taken aback, and wanted to retreat quickly.

However, as he thought so, his body did not follow suit, but only let out a desolate sigh.

I?

What am I doing?

Why am I sighing?

Xia Ji only felt inexplicable.

And the man with the crystal crown suddenly began to kowtow, three kowtows, and make a big salute.

Xia Ji: ??

Is he kowtowing to himself?

So although I Xia Ji didn't know what was going on, it didn't prevent me from playing my acting skills.

Is this crown man still alive?

Did he mistake himself for someone?

Then keep fooling around.

Xia Ji already had a strategy in an instant.

However, before he could speak, his body had already walked up on its own, standing in front of the man with the imperial crown, looking down on him, and reaching out to caress his head.

In an instant, this space suddenly became turbulent.

The young man in mortal clothes overlooked the emperor who was like nine heavens, and the picture was extremely shocking, like a freeze frame.

Another long sigh:

"Taiyi, I forgive you, but the demon clan won't forgive you, you wait for me for a thousand years, knock me three times, the cause and effect are over, go." ”

Xia Ji: !!

Is this me talking?

Millennium?

Why the millennium?

The words fell.

The Emperor Crown man in front of him seemed to be greatly relieved, and his body began to decay rapidly, and at the same time, a strange power began to surge up along Xia Ji's palm.

Xia Ji: ???

Then, when he heard himself speak, he said lightly: "If you owe me, do you pay me all the money?" ”

Rumble!!

His mind exploded.

A strange technique was imprinted in his mind:

【Taiyi Ghost King Formula】

Now...

Xia Ji suddenly raised his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.

It seems to be crying for eternity, crying for the common people, crying for the people under the seat, crying about the cause and effect that is heavy on his shoulders.

Intense grief broke into the bottom of my heart.

After a long time...

He fell to his knees and regained control of his body.

Something seems to be understood.

Xia Ji came to the mysterious coffin that shocked the mystery, pressed his palm against the edge of the coffin and stopped, his five fingers slowly clenched, as if he was a little hesitant, but finally began to push it away.

Really...

The coffin was empty.

He closed the lid casually and sat down on the edge of the coffin, his hands propped behind his back, looking up at the night sky above the tomb above his head.

The sky is like a well.

Surrounded by floating clouds.

The mouth of the well should be the direction leading to the Red Feather Sect.

Xia Ji only felt that the mask in his arms was getting hotter and hotter.

Sou!!

Fourteen masks flew out suddenly.

Wrap around him.

In the time that was less than a thought, eighteen rays of light filled with great dead silence flew out.

Fourteen rays of light fell on the fourteen masks, and the other four flew towards the mist of calamity, passing through and disappearing in an instant.

Next thought.

The fourteen masks completely melted, turning into satin-like ink and flying towards Xia Ji again.

Xia Ji instinctively stretched out his left hand, and those "melting masks" rotated and wrapped around his left hand in perfect harmony.

It slowly soaked under the skin.

His left arm has a strange and eerie texture.

On second thought, the textures dissipated completely.

With another thought, fourteen ink dots shot out quickly.

With another thought, the ink dots turned into masks, surrounding Xia Ji's side like a shield.

Xia Ji looked at these masks quietly, and it seemed that they were a little different from before.

This time, the Yama Heavenly Son, the Bull Head and Horse Face, the Demon Buddha Jizo, the Ten Halls of Yama...

Each mask seemed to come to life, filled with indescribable feelings.

Not evil.

It's not treacherous...

It's the ultimate silence.

It is the silence of a country where everything and even particles are dead.

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes.

With another thought, the fourteen shield-like masks quickly returned, merging into his left hand again.

Either way, let's get out of here.

...

At this time.

Far away in the royal capital.

Lei Jingyun, who was sitting on a high chair with his eyes closed, suddenly shook his body with his legs dangling.

The black-and-white mask in her arms turned into two dead "pythons", slowly wrapping around her body, and the python stream penetrated through her ears and eyes.

This lasted only for a moment.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

The one-meter-four Thunder Hall Master showed a strange smile.

She was not taken away, but felt as if she had received a powerful force, an ultimate will.

This will is telling her: all things will be silent in the end.