Lu She smiled slightly, and said, "It is said that Kui Niu was once the war beast of this primeval god, and he has always guarded here, and his strong hair aura should be able to cover the aura on our bodies, so as to hide from the evil spirits. ”

Jiang Huan stretched out his thumb, "Admire, just sure, don't go on a business trip." ”

Lushe: "You can't be wrong, the evil spirits can see us because they feel the blood and blood in us." ”

The blood lake was already surrounded by people, but no one dared to come closer, just now everyone watched as a few notorious demon cultivators were sucked dry of their essence blood in the blink of an eye by a few evil spirits.

Jiang Huan was still slowly approaching the lake like last time, and sure enough, a demon spirit suddenly rushed out, and Jiang Huan had already retreated far away.

Everyone was amazed, this person's reaction and speed were very perverted.

Jiang Huan took the oxtail hair from Lu She's hand and wrapped it around his hand, and slowly approached the lake again, and after a long time, no evil spirit appeared. Jiang Huan nodded to Lu She, and the two jumped up, flew over the lake, and landed next to the coffin.

Everyone around was suddenly shocked, more jealous, and began to turn their hearts one by one.

The coffin is large, two stories high, carved and polished entirely from 10,000-year-old diamond stone, and is surrounded by frescoes. Countless years later, the mural is still the same.

The two looked at the mural carefully, hoping to find a clue. The content of the mural is concise and clear. The primeval god was supposed to be a man who was good at killing, and most of the frescoes were about fighting.

After looking at the first few paintings, the two of them seemed to understand the cause of the evil spirit here. Kui Niu drove the sea beasts to sacrifice, gathered infinite blood and qi, and cooperated with the surrounding Qiankun array, and the body of the ancient god was in the center.

The original intention of this method was to gather the dissipated souls of the primeval gods, but I didn't expect to give birth to evil spirits. It's a pity that Kui Niu didn't know it, and he still kept sacrificing for countless years.

The other content recorded in the mural should be the important battles and important events that happened during the lifetime of the primeval gods. Most of the pictures are set in the background of a mountain, which resembles the legendary Kunlun Immortal Mountain.

The further back you go, the more difficult it is to understand the content of the screen, and there is a vague battle against the background of the starry sky. There are also some strange images, the content of which is recorded and the background of which are unheard of. These are completely beyond the scope of Jiang Huan's current cognition.

Since it was engraved here, it must have happened before, Jiang Huan sighed, what was the world like back then, it seems that the monks at that time were far more powerful than they are now.

Suddenly, several of the characters caught Jiang Huan's attention. Gradually, Jiang Huan set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

The first man stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. Behind him stood three people. One was dressed in animal skins and carrying an iron rod. One finger in front of you, with a tiger lying beside you. The last man, with one hand held high, held a round object in his hand.

Except for the last one, these people all have more or less intersections with Jiang Huan. The first person should be the black-clothed figure who fought against the tyrant in the barbarian tribe, although a few simple portrayals, but that invincible temperament is revealed.

Looking at this picture, he should be the leader of several people. As for the other two, they are the masters of the Tyrant and the Art of Annihilation. Finally, Jiang Huan and Lu She glanced at each other and seemed to think of each other.

"Kunlun Mirror. ”

The mural should not have been completed by this point, because there is no carving on the jade wall on one side of the coffin, and it is obvious that it has not been completed in time. The two of them felt a pang of regret in their hearts.

Is Kunlun Mirror in this coffin, the two discussed, and opening the coffin is the last thing the two of them want to do. The strength of the tomb owner during his lifetime is there, and there are still evil spirits on the outside, and God knows what terrible things will be inside.

Jiang Huan carefully observed the surroundings, and at the same time examined the murals one by one. In the end, his eyes still focused on the person holding the Kunlun mirror.

Suddenly remembered Xiao Jin's reaction when he first came in, could there really be something wrong with that moon?

Jiang Huan looked at the majestic statue above the mural. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in my mind. The figures in the frescoes pose exactly the same as the statues. Isn't the blood moon in the sky exactly where the statue's palm is?

The blood moon is the Kunlun Mirror.

When Lu She heard Jiang Huan say this, he suddenly woke up.

"What are these two people doing there, why haven't they opened the coffin. ”

"They must have come prepared, maybe they opened this tomb.

"Look, what the hell are they doing when they climb up?"

......

The two of them carefully climbed up the statue. Sure enough, the road was not smooth, and evil spirits were everywhere, shuttling back and forth on the statue. The two of them dodged carefully, if there were no oxtail hairs, I am afraid that it would be difficult to move an inch.

The statue seems to be infinitely tall, and it is only a rough idea below, and it is not even possible to see the full outline. Soon, the people below could no longer see Jiang Huan and the others. They gathered around the lake, as if they were discussing something.

The two climbed higher and higher, and the blood moon above their heads grew bigger and bigger. Finally reached the position of the statue's shoulder. Looking at the huge blood-colored mirror in front of him, Jiang Huan had a feeling of being an ant.

"Master Jiang, the Kunlun Mirror is an ancient artifact, if you want to get the approval of the instrument spirit, you must first feel it with your heart. ”

What the two of them didn't notice was that at this moment, a wraith that was much darker than the other wraiths, and whose faces had formed a rough outline, was looking at them silently above the statue's head.

Jiang Huan restrained his mind for a moment, walked to the Kunlun mirror, stretched out a hand and pressed it on the mirror, and at the same time, his divine sense penetrated. For a moment, it seemed to enter a vast world, and then countless pictures rushed into Jiang Huan's mind one after another.

In the end, the picture is frozen in one place. A middle-aged man, full of evil spirits, stood high in the air, with a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth, holding a Kunlun mirror in his hand and shining downward, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and everything dissolved......

Suddenly, the blood-colored murderous aura in the black ding in Jiang Huan's sea of qi seemed to jump slightly, and the evil spirit on the head of the statue seemed to be a little confused, I don't know whether it was instinctive or intentional, and pointed blankly towards the Kunlun Mirror.

The Kunlun Mirror suddenly trembled slightly, and shrank extremely quickly, and fell into Jiang Huan's hand in the blink of an eye. Jiang Huan couldn't believe his eyes, the Kunlun Mirror was just in hand, and he looked at Lu She.

The ancient round mirror of the same color, like gold is not gold, like stone is not stone, the smooth mirror surface, Ambilight, the back of the mirror is hollowed out and carved with a lifelike mountain. "Kunlun Mountain?" Jiang Huan thought.

The moon suddenly disappeared, and everyone below realized that the real treasure might be the so-called moon. The other party didn't even care about the coffin and went straight to the target, obviously premeditated. Everyone exploded at once, reminding them one after another to remember the appearance of the two people.

Below, Jiang Huan and the others didn't have time to pay attention, but as the Kunlun Mirror left its original position, it suddenly began to tremble. Then the whole world began to tremble violently.

“... Moo..."

A loud roar rushed over with a thunderous roar. Everyone was shocked, damn it, Kui Niu was alarmed and scattered in all directions.

With a click, a huge crack opened in the statue.

"It's not good, without the support of the Kunlun Mirror, the world is going to collapse. Lushe said urgently. The two of them leaped down as fast as they could, and they had to get out of here immediately.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, a huge crack opened in the sky, and the sea rumbled down from the sky, forming a huge waterfall. Then more and more cracks appeared, and the tomb of the primeval god was completely disintegrating.

"Rush out of the gap," Jiang Huan shouted. The two of them rushed to a gap and plunged headlong into it. The dark sea overwhelmed the man, and the two of them swam as fast as they could.

Suddenly, a faint light and shadow swept through the sea water and flew past them, and the two instinctively grabbed it, and jumped out of the sea with the help of a strong blink of an eye.

The light and shadow broke through the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and suddenly Jiang Huan stayed in place in a daze, staring at the direction where the light and shadow disappeared, the shock in his heart was indescribable, it was the small boat......

"Boom..."

As the world below collapsed, the sea outside made a loud noise, forming a huge whirlpool again. Everyone in the Misty Sea, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly became excited and was about to come out, everyone pay attention.

In the tomb of the ancient gods, Kui Niu let out a low roar at the statue looking up to the sky, as if he was very sad and sad. Suddenly, the evil spirit above the statue's head fell, and then countless evil spirits poured up from the blood lake and fused together, forming an almost completely condensed evil spirit, with blurred facial features on its face.

Eventually, people escaped from the whirlpool. Soon, a divine image spread through the misty sea. The contents of the Tomb of the Ancient Gods were taken.

Forces from all sides were quickly dispatched. Jiang Huan and the others wanted to leave quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble. In the end, I was caught up. It's like that time in the ancient Yu Kingdom, and there is no way to explain it.

The first person to meet Jiang Huan was the Sea Dragon Clan. This clan has always been domineering, relying on their physical strength, and has been thriving in the misty sea for many years. Jiang Huan used stronger strength to make the Sea Dragon clan completely understand what it means to be a person outside the world. After the First World War, several powerful corpses were left behind, and the others fled in disarray.

Then there is the Demon Whale Clan, with an ironclad body and a breathtaking magic sound, few forces dare to provoke it in this misty sea. Jiang Huan hit a real fire. After finishing off a powerful demon whale with one punch, he simply didn't leave, and said to the fleeing demon whale: "Remember, my name is Jiang Huan, and I am waiting for you here." ”

The remnant sun is like blood, and the sea is full of corpses, all of which are all kinds of powerful creatures, human and beast-shaped. There was silence in the vicinity, the sea turned red, and all living beings were deterred.

From this day on, Jiang Huan's name became a taboo in the Misty Sea, synonymous with killing.

"Amitabha!" Lusher sighed beside him.

Kui Niu slowly surfaced, and a blood-colored figure stood on his head, looking in the direction where Jiang Huan had disappeared.