Xia Qi tried to release the ghost domain, but found that the ghost domain couldn't even leave the body.

Coming in here, it's as if you're insulating everything.

There was no light, not even the slightest sound.

It's so quiet, so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat clearly.

Losing the Ghost Domain, for him now, is equivalent to losing the perception of danger.

What the hell is this place?

Why are there so many tombs, and who are buried in them?

Xia Qi was a little afraid to go inside, because it was too weird.

In the Death Proving Ground, although his ghost domain was also suppressed, at least he did not lose control of the ghost domain, and he still had full control over all aspects of himself.

But when he entered here, he was like a soul outside his body, and more precisely, he seemed to have fallen from the peak level of a senior director to an ordinary person in an instant.

Perhaps the only difference from ordinary people is that he still has the ability to see at night, and he is not afraid of the darkness in front of him.

He hesitated to turn his head back, but he thought that the purpose of his coming here was to find out the truth about this ghost gate.

If he just went back, then why did he come in?

Above the peak of the senior director, it is nothing more than the quasi-god level, and there are even fewer quasi-god-level figures, so he does not have a high probability of encountering enemies of this level.

As for ghosts, except for Xiao Hei, he doesn't seem to have encountered quasi-god-level ghosts.

As for Xiaohong's words, whether he has a quasi-god level, he is not very clear.

So after thinking about it in his heart, Xia Qi was no longer entangled, and after taking a deep breath, he took some heavy steps and walked towards the cemetery.

The long black river formed by the ghost liquid above is silently changing shape as if it were alive.

Like a swimming python.

Xia Qi didn't know how the ghost liquid in the black river appeared, and whether it was formed by the compression of infinite ghost qi to the extreme, as he guessed.

If that was the case, he might be able to try to devour the purest of ghost fluids.

But before that, he obviously needed to have a good understanding of this strange space hidden in the ghost gate.

Everything was still as dead and silent as before, which also made the sound of his footsteps sound very heavy.

It was the sound of dust being shaken up after the soles of shoes came into contact with the ground.

Approached a sarcophagus.

Xia Qi stopped and looked at the sarcophagus carefully.

The lid of the sarcophagus, and even the sarcophagus itself, are full of cracks.

Cracks are long and short, thick and fine.

The long crack crosses the entire sarcophagus, and the thick crack is as thick as two fingers together, as if something has been pulled out of it.

There are only three answers to what exactly is in the sarcophagus.

Dead, ghosts, and the empty.

Because the sarcophagus is very large and tall, Xia Qi doesn't need to squat down or stick it up, he only needs to get closer, and then through the cracks on the sarcophagus, he can know what is in the sarcophagus.

He cautiously looked at one of the thicker cracks, but wondered if it was because the crack didn't penetrate the inside of the sarcophagus that what he saw was still black.

But in the blink of an eye, Xia Qi felt that this was not the case.

Because the sarcophagus was gray in color, even if the crack did not penetrate the inside, what he saw should be gray, not black.

This shows that there is indeed something in the sarcophagus.

Black stuff?

Just when Xia Qi was suspicious, his body couldn't help but stiffen, and his eyes subconsciously widened a lot.

Because he saw an eye.

A scarlet eye, just like he was now, was also looking at him through the cracks in the sarcophagus at this moment.

"Ghost Emperor?"

Xia Qi's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But the contents of the coffin were quiet, but the scarlet gaze never left his body.

As if stimulated, he walked a few meters inside.

In the process, he stopped again.

Because the sarcophagus in front of him couldn't help but be full of cracks, and there were still many holes.

The ghostly aura like a strand of hair wafted out of it intermittently from time to time.

Xia Qi stared at the sarcophagus, and there was a slight sound in the sarcophagus at this time.

It can be seen that the things in the sarcophagus are not dead, but alive.

Could it be that the sarcophagus at this mouth is filled with the Ghost Emperor?

Glancing at the cemetery, a cold sweat suddenly appeared on Xia Qi's face, the scope of the cemetery was very large, and the sarcophagi were too many to count.

Even if there are a total of 10,000 sarcophagi here, if there is no sarcophagus with a ghost emperor in it, wouldn't it mean that there are 10,000 ghost emperors?

This amount makes Xia Qi feel cold.

But why is the ghost emperor in this sarcophagus so quiet?

It's like being willing to stay in a sarcophagus, without even a sound.

Xia Qi continued to walk inside, the sarcophagus was not placed in any regularity, and it was not regular, some sarcophagi were vertical, some sarcophagi were horizontal, and many were oblique.

So walking in it is like entering a labyrinth, and there is a way in either direction.

Just like that, about half an hour passed, and Xia Qi had to choose to rest because his body was too heavy.

In the process, he discovers something very terrible.

That is, in these sarcophagi, there will always be a little ghost qi floating from time to time, and the ghost qi is very thin, and after floating out of the sarcophagus, it slowly enters the long river of ghost liquid above.

This also verified his previous guess that the long river formed by ghost liquid was indeed transformed by ghost qi.

And these ghosts come from this mouth below, and I don't know how many sarcophagi exist.

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out at all, that is, why were there so many ghost emperors here?

What is the reason why they are willing to stay in the sarcophagus, like sheep producing wool, being drained little by little, exhausting the ghost qi stored in their bodies.

Just when Xia Qi was full of doubts, a sudden roar suddenly stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, making the originally dead space boil in an instant.

A mouthful of sarcophagus began to tremble violently, and the cracks on it erupted into bursts of dim light, either black or red.

Tens of thousands, or more sarcophagi, shook in unison, and at the same time, the ground shook violently, and black sand and dust rose all over the sky, stirring the black river above, slowly moving forward.

Roaring, ghostly howling, and unwilling wails abounded, Xia Qi's heart was shaken, as if he had suffered an extremely terrible soul attack, his ears were blocked, and a thick bitterness appeared on his face.

He stood inconspicuously in the middle of the many sarcophagi, watching the sarcophagus rise from the ground, and the contents seemed to be about to break out.