If there is no mistake in judgment, the place where this row of white bones has died and worshiped is the end of the entire ancient building, that is, the deepest part. Our hearts beat wildly, and we finally came to a place close to the secret, and we didn't know what was hidden. I looked desperately, shining the light of the flashlight through.

It's weird, the darkness at the end of the building seems to be impenetrable by light, no matter how hard we try to look at it from this side, we can't see the slightest situation.

Yao Jiuyin led us and walked between the rows of kneeling figures, kneeling neatly, and in front of them, heavy stone knives and stone axes were placed. The crude weapons were stained with dried blood that could no longer be distinguished, and their black hair was heavy, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle, and these people hurried here, kneeling until they died.

The reason why these people are kneeling here is probably because of that thing in the depths of the building. They died for it, without complaint.

In front of our eyes, we seemed to see the tragic scene at that time: a burly and tall warrior wrapped in leather armor and covered in scars, falling to his knees here, his waist straight and his eyes were bleeding and tears.

"Let's go, it's almost there, it's almost ......there," Yao Jiuyin muttered to himself, step by step in front of the almost impenetrable darkness.

As the distance got closer, the light struggled to penetrate the tight darkness, as if walking in a thick fog. I saw a platform made of blood-red stone, about two zhang high and four or five zhang square.

Behind the blood-red stone platform is the wide gable, which is the end of the building.

"What is this?"

At that moment, our hearts surged into a roaring sea, which could not be calmed down at all, and we couldn't describe our feelings at all, like a frenzy after a frenzy, impacting our hearts and thoughts for no reason.

"That's it, it's on it" Ying Ziling's expression was also a little sluggish, as if he blurted out a sentence.

"Is it really it, it's really like this......" Xiao Podao muttered to himself.

All the twists and turns in this cave of ten thousand corpses, we all avoided it intentionally or unintentionally, and none of us took the initiative to mention the word "incense", but there were strange encounters along the way, the nine-tailed demon fox, the red fox, and the tomb beast...... In this way, I am nine points sure that it is related to "incense", and even vaguely feel that it should be alien incense.

Now that it really appears in front of our eyes, is it a alien incense, or a more advanced legendary immortal incense? Hexagram?

It is impossible to make incense for the human soul, because I already have the answer to this incense.

"Senior brother, is it just ......" I looked at the thing on the blood-red stone platform, but I still couldn't help but say nothing.

When I thought about it again, he had already taken a few steps, his steps were as heavy as a mountain, and with each step, it seemed as if he was about to exhaust all the strength of his body, until he came to a stop when he was only a few steps away from the blood-red stone platform.

We hurried to follow, and with trepidation we finally saw what was on it.

It was thick and jet-black like a piece of wood, like a piece of gold, and it reflected a little light in our eyes.

The wood was like a whole tree, the roots of the tree had been cut off, and the branches and leaves had been cut off, and it was quietly placed in the middle of the blood-red stone platform.

"It's incense...... Is it fragrant?" Win Ziling trembled.

"I don't know......" Yao Jiuyin just looked at the wood fixedly, and didn't even raise his eyes.

"Those people died for this piece of wood......" The phrase was spat out by Xiao Podao.

I looked at the black wood, and then looked back at the row of people kneeling dead in the same place, and suddenly I thought that this was really possible.

"Ninth Master, do you recognize this? Is this really a piece of black wood? "Win Ziling still doesn't give up.

"This is not wood, not ......" Yao Jiuyin's eyes had a trace of amazement, a trace of confusion, and a trace of clarity, his expression changed, he bit his lip, turned his head to look at Ying Ziling, and said: "This is not wood, it is a coffin." ”

"Coffin?" I was stunned, remembering some rumors I had heard in the past, on the big river beach, there had never been such a custom, but in the remote southern region, there was a custom of tree burial. That custom is ancient, and it was the prototype of burial before the funeral custom was fully determined.

"I remembered, I finally remembered......" Yao Jiuyin's mood was very unstable, he suddenly roared, and the tears seemed to be unstoppable, falling downward, he didn't sob, but his eyes were red, he bit his lips hard, and his hands trembled slightly, looking extremely painful.

"What do you remember!?" We were curious to the extreme.

"I remembered what this place was, I know" Yao Jiuyin closed his eyes, as if he was very reluctant to recall the past that he had just recalled, his voice trembled, and he trembled for a long time before he said: "This is ...... This is...... The real Jiuli ancestral land...... The oldest Jiuyin Palace......"

Jiuyin Palace, the blood-red stone platform, the black and slender tree coffin, and the row of soldiers kneeling in front of the tree coffin all make me feel that those people died for the dead in the tree coffin, and the one buried in the tree coffin is an extremely important person.

Who will be buried in the coffin?

"Yao Jiuye, could it be Xiangli in the coffin......" Ying Ziling still remembered the incense.

And I was completely attracted by this ebony on the blood-red stone platform, and I thought about it for a long time before I came back to my senses, I couldn't help but glance at Xiao Podao, I didn't ask many things clearly, but my heart was surging with puzzlement and surprise, and so did he.

According to Yao Jiuyin, this Jiuyin Palace is the most sacred place of the Jiuli tribe and the place where the lord of Jiuli is entrenched. The first time we heard the title of "Lord of Jiuli", could it be that the Lord of Jiuli is the Shen Ape of Jiuli, Yao Jiuyin did not explain more......

The bottom of this Lishui River is the oldest Nine Yin Palace, what does that mean?

As soon as these messy questions surfaced, they were immediately suppressed again, and at this moment, my mind was all focused on the black wood coffin, as well as the inexplicable Yao Jiuyin. Perhaps, as he said, when we go to the depths of darkness, what is hidden at the end will fall out of itself.

"What is the origin of this coffin? Can you remember? I asked Yao Jiuyin as I walked slowly around the blood-red stone platform and looked slowly.

Yao Jiuyin was silent, silent, and silent for a long time, and the answer to the question broke out with an earth-shattering remark:

"Actually...... Actually, I'm a ...... surnamed Jiuli" (To be continued.) )