"Drop!" "Drop!"

Wu Tian listened to the sound of flowing water in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the sound of flowing water in this place couldn't help but arouse a trace of curiosity, and a ghostly light came into his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This ghostly light gave him the feeling that it was extremely cold, but Wu Tian was also secretly surprised in his heart, this ghostly light should be revealed by some special material, which has the effect of a type of night pearl.

It's just that it can withstand the torment of the years and not extinguish it, I'm afraid it's also a rare thing, of course, Wu Tian doesn't have any idea about this, after all, this kind of material can't play a role in cultivation.

As he gradually got closer, as expected, there was a lamp in front of him, and there was a fluorescent substance in it, although it was rare, but it should be nothing to the original owner of this world.

However, as soon as his eyes turned, Wu Tian's eyes fell into a moment of distraction, and then he exclaimed, "How is this possible, who is so generous." ”

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to be woken up by Wu Tian's exclamation, and a stream of light rose, trying to break free from the shackles, but in the end it was in vain.

Wu Tian looked at this scene in horror, these brilliances were nothing else, they were the power of the Holy Dao, and the shackles were the power of dusk that he was familiar with.

The reason why he was surprised was because there were nine coffins lined up in front of him, and the coffins were not closed, but locked with dim chains.

There were corpses of various races stored inside, but what made him couldn't believe it was that these people were at least sub-saint level existences, and even from the corpse in the middle, he could feel a strong aura.

He couldn't help but have a trace of incredulous conjecture in his heart, that is, the saint that this corpse had set foot on before his death was not a sub-saint, but a real existence similar to an ancient saint.

A trace of confusion flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, even if one of the nine corpses here walked out casually before his death, he was the existence of the Megatron Heavens, and he could even act as a guardian in one world.

However, it is imprisoned here, without a trace of vitality, only leaving a sigh of emotion for future generations, if the ancestral cemetery outside surprises him, the current existence of the Nine Saints is completely numb.

He didn't dare to imagine the master of this place now, and he praised it for his wit, afraid that no one would believe that he would put the graveyard in the Void Battlefield.

The Void Battlefield is not open at all times, and once it is closed, it will really submerge into the Void, and the real location is only known to the Era, that is, the will of the universe, and the powerhouses of other races have no chance of getting involved.

And entering the battlefield is at most the existence of the royal road, and there is no possibility of discovering this place at all, if it weren't for all kinds of accidents that caused him to be able to enter here, I am afraid that he will be the same as the people before.

But then Wu Tian fell into a burst of helplessness, these nine coffins had blocked his way, and there was no trace of retreat, but he also understood, after all, they were all alien sub-saints, and even if they died, he could not blaspheme.

The word "holy" has become an obsession for countless people no matter which world it is, but in the end, it can be touched by very few, and it has a unique position in the universe.

"Young man, you shouldn't have come here."

At this moment, an ancient voice seemed to be unable to help but ring in Wu Tian's ears, but because the voice was silent, he didn't know who was talking for a while.

"Senpai, I don't know who you are?"

A trace of seriousness fell on Wu Tian's face, and then he said respectfully, because from the old man's tone, he knew that there was no malice, it seemed to contain a trace of sigh, and a trace of expectation.

"The old man has forgotten his name, but now he is just a grave keeper here?"

Listening to this voice, a trace of solemnity flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, he naturally did not doubt the words of this voice, but after thinking about it, it would take at least hundreds of thousands of time to form this place now, and this old man was not simple.

"Could it be that the old man is guarding the corpses in front of him?" Wu Tian continued to ask, after all, all the answers he wanted to know were only in this person's mouth.

"No, these corpses are not worth guarding by the old man, the old man only guards the eighty-one tombs outside."

An illusory figure gradually formed in the void, and a pale old man gradually emerged, his eyes full of disdain for these alien sub-saints.

A hint of realization flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, yes, after all, even the ancestral emperor has a tombstone, but these sub-saints in front of him have not been able to explain a lot of problems.

"I wonder what the old man meant by what he said before?" A trace of doubt flashed in Wu Tian's eyes and asked, shouldn't he come, why shouldn't he come.

Listening to Wu Tian's words, a complicated look flashed on the illusory figure of the nameless old man, and finally relaxed, after millions of years, he also wanted to find someone to nag about, and then slowly spoke.

"Actually, this world is really the tomb of my master."

"What? Master?! ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, he initially thought that this tomb would not be the person in front of him, after all, even Yasheng could ignore it should be qualified, but he didn't expect that a deeper level of people would be involved.

"That's right, it's true, the old man was just a small instrument spirit beside his master, and the predecessors of these corpses were all captured by my master and finally died."

The nameless old man continued regardless of Wu Tian's surprise, his tone was full of infinite emotion, as if he remembered the scenes of the year, but the years were in a hurry, and they had long been in the past.

"The old man has accompanied his master to various places, and he has also fought against the strong men of various races, and his strength has improved step by step, but no matter how I improve, it is not useless."

Listening to the old man's slow recollections, a trace of complexity flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, how could this not be the case in his previous life, after all, his strength was not enough to change everything at present, so what was the difference between it and nothing.

"The eighty-one Ancestral Emperor powerhouses outside are the guards who follow their masters to fight, and they are willing to suppress this place with their own bodies for eternity, and these corpses are just used as the driving force to maintain this world."

Listening to the old man's faint description, it seemed to be easy, but Wu Tian was shocked to hear it, because everything was difficult for him to climb to the sky.

"And you shouldn't have come because you understood the power of twilight." The old man looked at Wu Tiandao with a hint of inexplicable thought in his eyes, but he quickly put it away again.

"Is there anything wrong with this power?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, after all, the power of dusk is a rare power between heaven and earth, and his current comprehension alone is enough for him to have the capital to fight against the powerhouses of the Imperial Dao.

I believe that as long as he comprehends more deeply, he can't help but have a little more hope when he hits Yasheng in the Ancestral Emperor Realm, after all, he still has the Yasheng Tribulation in front of him in the main world. (To be continued.) )