When he opened his eyes again, Ying Caihong, Hu Bayi, the other reincarnators, and even those resurrected people who were resurrected by Ying Caihong were all gone.

Even where he was seemed to have changed. No longer a dark catacomb, but a brightly lit palace. The floor paved with pure gold and the white marble pillars carved with flying dragons and phoenixes make the whole palace reveal a magnificent atmosphere. What is strange is that in the beautiful palace, there is not even half a ghost, and it is empty. Zeng Jian could feel a refreshing fragrance in the air. If Zeng Jian was a learned archaeologist, he would definitely find that almost everything in the entire palace was priceless treasures! The very nice fragrance he smelled was actually the unique fragrance of the dragon incense when it was burned. In ancient times, the dragon's incense the size of a fingernail was equivalent to the same weight of gold.

And the oil lamp on the side, which has a simple shape and illuminates the entire palace, is not a vulgar thing, but a legendary ever-bright lamp. Legend has it that the oil of this lantern is extracted from the fat of the East China Sea mermaid, and once lit, it will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

The scene in front of him made Zeng Jian have a lot of questions in his heart. What the hell is this place? How did I end up here? Am I not fulfilling the task that the Lord God has given me? What about the 'Flower of the Other Side'? Wait a minute, what about my main god watch?

After a short period of confusion, Zeng Jian suddenly found that the main god watch representing the identity of the reincarnation on his wrist had mysteriously disappeared!

Zeng Jian, who was shocked, subconsciously wanted to look around, but found that his body did not obey the call at all.

Suddenly, his body moved! Walked straight towards the gate of the palace.

Beyond the gate, Zeng Jian found that he was still underground, and in front of him, there were neatly dug pits that were more than two meters deep, and on the edge of these pits. Countless men and women, young and old, were bound by the shackles, and at the urging of the vicious soldiers, one by one jumped into the dirt pit.

"You don't want to die!"

"Child, please, let my child go!"

"You heretics who don't believe in immortality, you will definitely go to hell when you die!" 、

"Spare me, spare me, I know where other people are hiding, I'll take you to catch more people back, spare me!"

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Countless frantic curses, mournful cries, and stammering begs for mercy made the whole place as chaotic as a vegetable market.

The frosty soldier was like a robot, completely ignoring the vicious curse and pushing one living person after another into the pit.

Zeng Jian, who saw this scene with his own eyes, felt a chill on his back, and an extremely absurd thought rose in his heart - these soldiers in front of him wanted to bury all these people alive!

What the hell is going on? Since becoming a reincarnation, Zeng Jian has been constantly moving forward in killing, he thinks that he has looked down on life and death, but when one after another living people in front of him are constantly driven and slaughtered like animals, it still brings Zeng Jian a great shock.

"Your Majesty, why did you come out?" Just when Zeng Jian was shocked by the scene in front of him, an old voice came from behind him.

The body still turned uncontrollably, and what caught Zeng Jian's eyes was an old cheek full of old age spots. Then there was a bloody wind blowing in the face, which was a kind of spiritual oppression, a coercion made of white bones.

Zeng Jian even had the illusion that he was not facing a dying old man in his twilight years, but a monstrous sea of blood with a fishy smell. And he is a lonely boat that is constantly tossed in the sea of blood, and the ship may be destroyed and killed anytime and anywhere.

Zeng Jian's current state is actually very dangerous, if he can't resist the old man's coercion, then his spiritual will will be completely worn out, and he will become a fool who only knows how to drool.

"I just wanted to see how the ceremony was going?" A female voice like a silver bell sounded, as if with a special magic power, crumbling in the sea of blood, and Zeng Jian, who was struggling to support it, found in an instant that the originally monstrous sea of blood had become calm.

It was only at this time that Zeng Jian had the strength to look at the old man in front of him who had almost worn out his spiritual will.

The armor on the old man's body is no different from the armor he saw in the ancient tomb before on the resurrected person belonging to the Great Meng's Praetorian Guard, the only slight difference is that the armor that should be smooth and neat is covered with dense gaps, it can be seen that the owner of this armor cherishes this armor very much, the armor full of gaps has been wiped clean, of course, the gaps are still mixed with some faint scarlet, that is the remaining blood stains, has completely penetrated into this armor, It's hard to imagine how many tragic battles it takes to leave so many gaps in a piece of armor.

And the feeling that this old man brought to Zeng Jian seemed to be very similar to the martial arts master they encountered in Ip Man's world.

"Your Majesty, the final ritual is still a little bit almost complete, as long as the final ritual is completed, will all these disasters really stop?"

Zeng Jian could clearly feel his mouth open uncontrollably, and the female voice like a silver bell sounded again, "General, all this started because of me, and everything should end because of me, don't persuade me anymore, get ready to start the ceremony." I'm going to put an end to it for good! ”

"To end it all? End it all! But if all this is over, Dameng will really die. The old man's tone revealed a strong sense of pathos.

"Your Majesty, the old man joined the army at the age of eleven, and it has been fifty years since he became the general of the protector today, it can be said that the old man has completely dedicated his life to Dameng, and the old man just wants to confirm the last time, is there really no hope?"

Zeng Jian heard the old man's hope and hesitation from his words, he wanted to end all this, but he didn't want the Dameng he had fought for all his life to be annihilated.

"It's too late, General, from the moment we choose to accept the Demon's Gift, the end is already sealed! Prepare, when the time comes, the ritual begins, and we only have this one chance left. The silver bell-like female voice was mixed with a sigh.

Zeng Jian was not an idiot, the previous panic was just an instinctive reaction of human beings, and when he completely calmed down, combined with what he saw, he quickly realized that all this in front of him was what really happened in the Great Mongolia Kingdom thousands of years ago.

As he had seen from the murals on the stone walls, the surviving Dameng people had gathered their last strength to complete the final ritual.

And under the crown that he possessed, as expected, it should be the so-called goddess - Princess Agu, but the conversation between Princess Agu and the general in front of him aroused Zeng Jian's deep questions.

Demon? Doesn't the mural say it's a god? Or do they already know the true nature of the so-called gods?

Countless questions swirled around Zeng Jian's mind.

Just as Zeng Jian was still thinking, the bronze bell at the highest point in the underground palace began to roar, which represented the beginning of the final ceremony.