Time passed, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire was swallowed up by the Heavenly Thunder Fire, and Qin Feng entered the cave again.

At the end, Qin Feng looked at the countless small holes in the wall, and slowly pasted his big hand on it.

"Broken!"

As Qin Feng drank low, the True Yuan surged, and the fierce momentum was like thousands of tons of explosives exploding at the same time, and the terrifying energy wave raged towards the end of the cave.

"Boom Boom~~~"

The rocks crumbled, and the front of the cave suddenly became brighter.

The inside of the empty grotto was still rubble, but it was filled with an extremely rich yin qi, which was even dozens of times richer than the cave outside just now.

The deepest part of the grotto was faintly shining with light, and Qin Feng stepped lightly, stepping on the void and walking towards the depths of the grotto.

Not long after, out of the grotto, the scene in front of him shocked Qin Feng even more.

The huge black mountain was already behind him, and in front of him was the boundless field, and above the field was a dense array of weapons, thousands of them, chaotic, oblique or standing, large or small.

Row upon row, neatly arranged.

Just in front of Qin Feng's left, dense long swords were inserted in the dark land, silver, dark, cyan, large or small, at the end of the sword group, a hundred meters golden long sword floated silently in the void.

In front of the right, there is a dense group of long knives, red, dark, gorgeous, delicate, wild, and all kinds of hilts that cannot be seen at a glance.

Looking to both sides, all kinds of complicated weapons are emerging one after another.

Orbs, Golden Rings, Broken Rulers, Long Whips, Drums, Daggers, Great Axes,...... Some are magic weapons, some are spiritual weapons, and there are even many treasures.

A boundless yin aura filled the wilderness, and the terrifying momentum almost broke through the sky.

"This, this is, the Ancient Soul Burial Ground?"

Qin Feng's voice was filled with deep disbelief, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

The soul burial ground is generally formed after the war, countless monks die in battle, the Dao body falls, and the soul is severely damaged, so they will pin their natal magic weapons on them to nourish their souls.

If thousands of monks fall, and countless natal magic weapons enter the underworld, they will gradually form a soul burial ground in another dimension.

And this place is undoubtedly the soul burial ground formed by the souls of countless fallen monks under the ancient calamity.

Looking at these tens of thousands of natal magic weapons, Qin Feng almost had already imagined in his mind how tragic the catastrophe was ten thousand years ago.

It must have been a blood-colored Shura field.

"Hum~~"

Suddenly, the magic weapon on the Endless Fields began to tremble.

Then, a huge realm momentum began to pierce the heavenly dome, and illusory souls began to emerge.

Countless Jindan monks slowly appeared, and the Yuanying realm also began to appear, and then there was the out-of-body period, the distraction period, the merger period, the Mahayana period, and even the momentum of the tribulation period had several paths.

At a glance, countless simple and mighty figures are like monuments, exuding an admirable atmosphere.

They are either wearing blue robes, high hats, or golden robes, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, or they look like scholars, or they have a chivalrous demeanor...... Not in the end.

At this moment, everyone looked in the direction of Qin Feng, and they couldn't tell what the expression was on their faces.

"Ah~~"

A deep sigh came from the depths of the field, followed by an old voice.

"Twenty-eight thousand five hundred and thirty-six years!"

"Finally, a human monk has set foot on this land. ”

As soon as the words fell, the dense sword array suddenly divided to both sides, and countless phantoms wearing cyan robes stood on both sides with respectful faces, leaving a spacious avenue.

An old figure walked through and came to Qin Feng's face.

He was dressed in a blue-gray robe, gray hair and white beard, but there was a bit of sadness on his kind face, seeing that Qin Feng's eyes were still flashing, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and said:

"Little friend, don't come unharmed. ”

"Lao Dao is the last head of Shu Mountain, how do you call Xiaoyou?"

"Qin Feng!"

Qin Feng calmed down and replied.

"Hehe, I guess Feng Xiaoyou has a big question in his heart now, why did my generation of monks fall into this place despite their advanced cultivation?"

Xiaoyaozi looked at Qin Feng and said with a smile.

Qin Feng nodded, he did have a lot of doubts in his heart.

As soon as he entered this place, he keenly felt that there were several breaths that were already on par with his realm, and this Xiaoyaozi was one of them.

The pinnacle of the catastrophe!

However, although the realm is still the same, the strength of this old Taoist priest is very low, his soul is extremely weak, extremely weak, and even feels that it may dissipate.

And this is the biggest question in Qin Feng's heart.

The pinnacle of the Tribulation, an existence that could shatter the void in one step, how could it be reduced to such a state?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Qin Feng felt that this was simply a fantasy.

Thinking that at the beginning, he could travel in the Yuan Shi Continent by virtue of the middle of the tribulation, who would dare to do it?

And this Xiaoyaozi's strength is definitely stronger than him, but he almost fell.

It's just creepy.

"I'm afraid Xiaoyou already knows something about the catastrophe 10,000 years ago!"

Xiaoyaozi looked sad, looked at Qin Feng silently, and sighed slightly.

Qin Feng nodded, but shook his head again.

"Chief, I have some vague guesses, but I don't really understand them. ”

"What was the Earth like in the first place?"

"How prosperous was the cultivation world at the beginning?"

"How terrible was the catastrophe at the beginning?"

"Why did someone as powerful as you almost fall?"

"I don't know much about any of this. ”

As he spoke, Qin Feng's gaze was inquiring, and he looked at Xiaoyaozi again.

"Ah~~"

Xiaoyaozi sighed heavily and began to recall.

"At the end of antiquity, Kunlun, Shushan, Buddhism, Heavenly Court, Penglai Pavilion, Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Snow Mountain Palace...... The major top forces occupy the world's blessed land, and countless powerful monks are endless, flying to the sky, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, in a snap of a finger. ”

Until one day, the sky shattered, and with an old figure in purple clothes and white hair descending from the sky, the catastrophe of the world began. ”

"His cultivation is extremely profound, the monks in the Tribulation Period are almost vulnerable to a single blow, and what is even more terrifying is that the black gas he released is like a plague, once any monk and demon beast inhales, they will instantly demonize, begin to kill each other, and become extremely bloodthirsty, extremely evil, and brutal. ”

"At the beginning, the prosperous world was full of corpses and rivers of blood almost overnight, and it truly became a Shura field. ”

Xiaoyaozi said, his whole body began to tremble, and his eyes were full of infinite grief and indignation.

Qin Feng was silent.

In my heart, I was shocked like a sea of mountains.

The strong man of the robbery was defeated by one of his blows?

Monk demon beast body and mind demonization?

Who is this purple-clothed and white-haired old devil?

Where did he come from?

............