Text Text_Chapter 1918 is for all sentient beings
"Come to me...... Come to me......"
The voice was low, hoarse, and intermittent, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
"Is there anyone here?"
Qin Nan and the Dead were shocked at the same time.
"Qin Nan, what should we do now?"
The Dead asked, this kind of weirdness made it retreat in its heart.
"Since the old Buddha of Nantai intends to let us in, then you might as well go and have a look. ā
Qin Nan thought about it carefully and said, "Since the Nantai Old Buddha knows my identity, he should also know that in addition to the six precepts, there are also peerless geniuses such as Lu Gufeng, all of whom are in my hands. ā
"If there really is any dangerous change that causes me to fall here, then they Bodhi Ancient Temple Sect may not be able to hold it in the end. ā
Although it was extremely dangerous for him to suppress the major peerless geniuses in one fell swoop, it could also ensure that he would be safer than ever during this period of time.
"Makes sense!"
Death's eyes lit up.
Qin Nan closed his eyes and began to identify the source of the sound, and after hundreds of breaths, he had a general direction in his heart and walked in the opposite direction of the Ghost Tree.
After half a pillar of incense, in front of Qin Nan, a hill appeared.
The mountain is less than a thousand feet high, and the whole body is pitch black, and there are no ancient trees and flowers growing on it, giving people an indescribable sense of dead silence.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a cave entrance that is three feet high, and it is bottomless.
"Come to me...... Come to me......"
The voice, which had disappeared for a long time, sounded again, much clearer than the last time.
Qin Nan's eyes condensed slightly, grabbed the Heaven Breaking Sword in his hand, and stepped into the cave.
A cold wind suddenly blew from nowhere, even though Qin Nan was already an existence in the early stage of the world's overlord, he still felt a sense of coldness.
This kind of wind is the wind of the Nine Shades.
In ancient legends, only the deepest part of the Netherworld can have this kind of wind, and if this wind forms a storm, it will have terrifying power and can blow away people's souls, even the Nine Heavens Supreme can't bear it.
However, Qin Nan had advanced a lot in the cave, and the Nine Shadows Wind had not strengthened, it was very weak, and he had blocked it as soon as he turned on the Dao Immortal Flame.
Time passed, and after thousands of breaths, Qin Nan had reached the bottom of the cave.
"It'sā"
Qin Nan and the dead pupils suddenly shrank tightly.
I saw that there was a stone cave with a radius of about 1,000 feet, and there were a sword, a halberd, an ancient nail, and a total of eighteen different pale golden weapons in all directions, and a black corpse was nailed to the cave wall.
Under each corpse's bones, countless formations spread.
In addition, Qin Nan and the Dead also felt that there was still a trace of vitality fluctuation on these bones.
None of them are dead.
"Ah, it's a monk!"
"Save me, save me, save me!"
"Let me out, let me out!"
Seventeen corpses, which had been dead and silent, suddenly struggled violently, and roars exploded in the cave like thunder.
The incomparably terrifying aura began to wreak havoc.
The wind that blew in the Nine Shades suddenly strengthened hundreds of times, became violent, and made a whistling sound.
"Not good!"
Qin Nan's face changed slightly, and he quickly operated the three methods of the Battle Dao Immortal Scripture and the Qiongyu Taihuang Sutra and the Three Clears and One Qi Xuanjue at the same time, bursting out with magnificent Dao intent.
At the same time, the Transformation Dao Immortal Flame completely poured out, covering the whole body.
The seventeen corpses that were originally struggling violently suddenly fell silent, as if the appearance of this flame had brought them a lot of impact.
"Transformation Immortal Flame? Is it Transformation Immortal Flame? It turns out that you are the descendant of that person!
The eighteenth corpse that had been silent, among the empty pupils, two dazzling green lights suddenly appeared, and a monstrous aura rushed into the sky.
"Give me your life!"
With a loud shout, the vast demonic intent surged out, turning into a miserable white demonic hand, and grabbed it fiercely towards Qin Nan.
", that Nantai Old Buddha is really not a thing, deliberately pit us!"
The dead cursed, and hurriedly formed a magic seal and played a demon spell.
However, compared to this demonic intent, the difference between its demonic intent is too great, and it is impossible to compete with it.
This mysterious corpse bone is at least an existence at the peak level of the Nine Heavens Supreme!
Qin Nan's face also changed, his body was tense, and he was ready to sacrifice white and blue flowers.
It was at this moment that a change occurred.
The soul of the god of war that was silent in Qin Nan's body suspended on its own, and the magnificent battle intent swept in all directions like a surging sea.
The demon hand that was about to be caught, carrying an astonishing might, suddenly stopped.
"God of War! damn it, how are you his heir!"
The eighteenth corpse screamed, and its original power was gone, and the aura it emitted disappeared.
The other seventeen corpses shuddered and fell silent again.
The entire cave was calm, and only the faint wind of the Nine Shades blew by.
Qin Nan and the Dead were stunned, they didn't expect that the monsters who were murderous and wanted to take their lives just now suddenly became like this.
"It seems that they are not ordinary people who are afraid of the god of war......"
A thought flashed through Qin Nan's mind.
"Qin Nan, I don't think there's anything to do in this place, let's go directly, let's go first, let's see if we can subdue the Ghost Tree...... Hmm, when did you get an extra stone chamber?"
Halfway through his words, his gaze inadvertently swept to a stone chamber.
This stone chamber, in the corner next to the eighteen corpses, had a faint light inside.
"Go over and see. ā
Qin Nan put the soul of the god of war back into his body, and with a flick of his body, he entered the stone room.
The stone chamber was small, only three feet in circumference, and there was nothing inside, except for a pale cyan candle burning on the left wall.
"After a long time, there was nothing. ā
The Dead was a little disappointed, it originally thought that such a mysterious place would have something earth-shattering.
"Wait, there seems to be a line on this wall. ā
Qin Nan stared at the side of the candle, which was covered with a layer of ash, blocking the true appearance of this line of words, and could only see a general outline.
"Where is the word? There's nothing here, are you dazzled?"
The Dead swept his eyes carefully, confused.
"You can't see it?"
Qin Nan's flames jumped, and he immediately stretched out his hand to wipe away this layer of ash.
A row of large characters that seem to be carved with a supreme sword emerges, and every skimm, every stroke, has an astonishing sharpness.
"What the cangzhi is related to is for all living beings in the world, and the young people will never understand, never understand!"