"It's not good, it's a holy tomb, someone robbed the tomb, come with me immediately!"

The sect leader of the Phantom Dream Sect's face was pale, and he never imagined that someone would dare to hit the holy tomb of his own sect, and with the sound, his body turned into a streamer of light and shot away in the direction from which the sound came.

Elder Zhao also followed, the Holy Son of the Dream hesitated slightly, hugged his fist to everyone, and also rushed over, no one expected that such a thing would happen, there was a moth at the critical moment, and someone had the audacity to steal the Holy Tomb of the Dream Sect, this is still it? Such a big thing must be seen in the past.

Wang Ping naturally followed everyone in the direction where the voice came from, and halfway he asked Princess Rainbow about the origin of the Holy Tomb of the Ghost Dream Sect.

No matter how much he himself looks like a person from the Divine Realm, but after all, he is still an outsider, and he doesn't know some legends in the Divine Realm, just like the Holy Tomb of the Ghost Dream Sect, he didn't know it originally.

After the introduction of Princess Rainbow, Wang Ping understood the origin of the so-called holy tomb.

It turned out that the first generation of the Ghost Dream Sect was the Ghost Dream Emperor, and the Ghost Dream Emperor left his Extreme Path Saint Soldier and disappeared, and he didn't know if he was dead or broke the void to the earth realm, but he left such a large sect.

The people in the sect waited for nearly 10,000 years, and finally determined that it was impossible for Emperor Yumu to come back, so they built a mound for Emperor Yumu and buried the clothes he wore during his lifetime.

And around this well-dressed mound, there are some graves, these are the holy tombs, which are the burial places of the sect masters of the Ghost Dream Sect in the past dynasties, and naturally there are a lot of good things to accompany the burial, because these people will walk into the holy tomb by themselves before they die, and they will inevitably bring some things with them.

These holy tombs are the forbidden places of the Ghost Dream Sect, let alone outsiders, even if they are disciples of the Sect, unless they are descendants, the disciples of the side lines are not qualified to enter, I didn't expect it to be stolen today, and it is still in the case of so many people, this face is lost to Grandma's house, can it not make the sect master of the Ghost Dream Sect angry?

Soon, Wang Ping followed everyone to the vicinity of the Holy Tomb of the Youmeng Sect, because there was a ban in the air, so after arriving, all these people landed and walked into the cemetery of the Holy Tomb through a round gate.

As soon as he entered, Wang Ping felt a familiar aura rushing to his face, willing to do without him, these holy tombs turned out to be high mounds, the highest one was more than three zhang high, like a small earth mountain, overgrown with weeds.

Directly in front of it is a tall tombstone, and below the tombstone is a giant turtle carrying a stone stele, similar in shape to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum on Earth.

However, there is a large area in the cemetery that has collapsed, and it is obvious that the prohibition below has been broken, which led to the collapse.

Wang Ping immediately thought of who this person was, it was the middle-aged fat Taoist priest, there was no one else but him, but he didn't expect this guy to really attack the holy tomb of the Youmeng Sect, this method is very unusual!

You must know that there is a strong prohibition under the holy tombs of each sect, in order to prevent theft, but I didn't expect him to break the ban, but it is difficult to say whether he can escape.

"Come down with me immediately, Elder Zhao will set up a formation and surround the entire Holy Tomb, and not a single fly will be allowed to fly out, understand?"

The sect masters of the Phantom Dream Sect were all mad, and with a wave of their hands, they led the powerhouses of their sect down from a secret passage to the Holy Sepulchre.

As for Wang Ping, these casual cultivators don't have this right, after all, it's a holy place for others, can you just let you visit? You can only wait where you are.

At this time, He Zhensong of the Ziyang Sect and Xiu Yuanshan of the Heaven Thief Sect also rushed over, to be honest, their confidence was insufficient, but they had to fight to be convinced, otherwise it would be a bit of a nest to admit defeat like this.

After only two minutes of waiting, a gray-faced fat Taoist priest came out of the ground, with a small black basin on his head, which looked similar to a urinal, and suddenly broke through the large array laid by Elder Zhao and fled into the distance.

"Thief, where to escape!"

Elder Zhao paused for a moment, he didn't expect that the small basin on the other party's head would have such great power, and with a flash of light, he broke through his divine power enchantment and large array, and chased after him, if he let the other party escape, under the eyes of everyone, what kind of face would the Ghost Dream Sect have to establish a holy land?

Not only Elder Zhao, but even the sect master of the Ghost Dream Sect chased after him, vowing to break the corpse of this guy who dared to steal the holy tomb from his own sect.

At this time, the people in charge of the real sect were gone, and only the Holy Son of the Dream was left to preside over the overall situation, only to see him come to everyone and say: "Seniors, brothers, please don't take this accident to heart, the divine realm is too big, it is inevitable that there are some arrogant and arrogant juniors, although our sect master is not here, but we have other elders, Elder Nangong is highly respected, let him be the referee of the game, I think it should be no problem, right?" And several other sect masters can also serve as referees to ensure the fairness and justice of the game, what do you think? ”

Wang Ping secretly admired, although this Luo Lingtian was extremely deep in the city, his words were indeed decent, and he had saved the face of the Phantom Dream Sect, and this alone was not comparable to other holy sons.

"We don't have a problem, it's just that if something like this happens to your sect, won't it have an impact on your performance? Do you want to wait for Brother Luo to capture or kill that little night before playing? ”

The sect master of the Ziyang Sect smiled, he was happy to see such a thing in the Youmeng Sect, the Youmeng Sect even made people dig up the holy tomb, how could he convince the public? Otherwise, it is also a good choice to arrange the holy land in other sects.

At this time, the minds of the other six sects were surprisingly unanimous, and they didn't want the Phantom Dream Sect to grow stronger, because the Phantom Dream Sect was already very powerful, and if they merged and established a holy land, the Phantom Dream Sect would inevitably become even stronger, which they didn't want to see.

If it weren't for the imminent birth of the ancient clan and the threat of evil creatures, they would not agree to establish the Holy Land, once the Holy Land was established, their originally independent sects would become vassal sects, and their autonomy would be greatly restricted.

"Although this sect master can rest assured, I believe that my master will handle it well, this little thing will not affect my performance, let's go back to the competition,"

The Holy Son of Dreams smiled confidently, looking very calm, and the sect masters of all the sects who looked at it felt a chill in their hearts for no reason, this young man was too calm, too calm, even if he was of the older generation, he might not be able to have such a psychological element as him, and this son would never be a thing in the pool in the future. Beware of this man!