When Dole heard this, he did not show a refreshed look, but breathed a long sigh of relief, and his mind calmed down, some things are much better than knowing the answer.

At this moment, Dole's palms were already sweaty, and you can imagine how nervous he was.

In fact, about Xiao Yan's own memory not being revived, when Dole learned that Xiao Yan's identity was the Great Yan True Buddha, he had already guessed it.

If Xiao Yan's memories were all revived, then a year ago in the Valley of Life and Death, Xiao Yan would never be afraid because he saw the man in white and the Qingling Goddess, and those who reached that realm were self-absorbed and fearless.

At that time, Tianbao True Buddha wanted to exchange things with Xiaoyan for Dunhuang relics, although Xiaoyan cultivated to be lower than Tianbao True Buddha, there was a big gap, but he did not give in, I don't know how many times he fought to the death with Tianbao True Buddha, and Tianbao True Buddha had no desire to hurt Xiaoyan, so he was always suppressed.

In the end, if it weren't for Xiao Yan and Tianbao True Buddha fighting and becoming friends, they would have sympathized with each other, otherwise they would have died, and they would not have given the Dunhuang relics to Tianbao True Buddha.

Xiao Yan naturally didn't know these things now, he only remembered sporadic memories, and all of them were the fragmentary thoughts of the Tianbao True Buddha chattering in his ear.

This is the emperor's intention, which cannot be rebellious.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, who had not really undergone the transformation, rolled his eyes, planning to touch the bottom of Dor's side ball without boundaries, and asked him with his heart: "Dol, have you obtained any cultivation methods of magic powers from memory?" ”

Dole responded, "Yes." ”

"Tell me what it is." Xiao Yan was very excited, fantasizing about what kind of cultivation method Dor's anti-heaven divine technique he had obtained.

"Intimidation, Transfiguration, Psychedelia," Dole said a dozen or so small techniques in one breath, which had nothing to do with spells and supernatural powers.

"What? This is the innate ability of ghosts, and it is not a spell or supernatural power at all, and the power is pitiful. It can only scare mortals. Xiao Yan was dumbfounded, this was too far from what he imagined.

"And because of the limitations of the system, I can't use it yet." Dole said casually.

"Did Dole die before? Most likely, these abilities can only be possessed by ghosts, and it seems that Dole should have been a ghost cultivator before. In this way, the ghost cultivators who can survive from the Chaos Era to the present and disappear strangely after that seem to have four Venerables: Venerable Night, Judge of Life and Death, King Zhong Kui, and Pangu's Left Eye. Or many of them, but this is highly unlikely. ”

In an instant, Xiao Yan thought of so much, and then he asked again, "That's it?" Gone? ”

"Yes."

"Tell me about it." Xiao Yan became excited again.

"Mastered the language and writing of the Age of Chaos."

"What else?"

"It's gone."

Xiao Yan was speechless.

The divine road leading to the mausoleum area is not long, only more than ten miles, but the width is narrow, about seven feet, as if it is a curved suspension bridge across the abyss, as long as you glance at it. You can see the deep void on both sides, like a starry sky beast with a big mouth open, and it is terrifying and terrifying.

The divine road winds and coils, like a dragon and a snake, sometimes like a dragon rising into the sky, wanting to ascend to the nine heavens, and sometimes like the hand of the gods probing down the mortal dust, unpredictable. Thousands of twists and turns. The thin bamboo can only make the divine path one zhang long around it visible, minus half. It's five feet, and the clear vision in front of me is only two steps away, so I can only walk with the strength of ordinary people's feet, and the speed is a little slower.

It took Dole and the others more than half an hour to walk through this short spiritual path.

The moment he stepped out of the divine path, the heavens and the earth suddenly opened up. It's no longer dark, the light is clear and everything is visible. The sky is blue, spotless, and crystal clear. Like a sparkling intoxicating sapphire crystal, it is beautiful, with a sense of unreality and unreality. Far away in the endless distance, a round of divine light shining golden sun, hanging in the zenith, emitting a blazing strong light, more than the afternoon poisonous sun is ten thousand times more vigorous, but the peculiar thing is that the temperature here is like the middle of spring, pleasant and refreshing, but also sometimes there is a gust of breeze blowing on the face, making people feel comfortable and happy. The edge of the sky, the floating clouds are scattered all over the place, thousands of strange states, by the golden sunshine, plated with a layer of gold edge, looking away from afar, just like a strange beast that exudes golden brilliance on the surface of the body, or roaring in the sky, or galloping and angry, or snake dancing dragon around, it is strange, and the divine horse is magnificent.

Thousands of feet away in front of Dole and his entourage, is a deep black city wall that cannot be encompassed at a glance, all of which are paved with black bricks about seven inches long and more than two inches thick, shining with black gold luster, the height of the city wall reaches nearly 10,000 zhang, towering from the ground, majestic and magnificent, like a black dragon lying horizontally on the earth, the air is overwhelming, magnificent, magnificent, magnificent, making people shudder.

In front of it is two majestic towers, there are nine floors in total, the top of the fifth floor is in line with the city wall, the upper four floors are dark black as the main tone, there is no bright color such as red, bright yellow, solemn and solemn. There are zigzag stairs built in the tower, and people climb to the top of the building, stand and watch, and inspect the four directions. The height of the tower is about one-third higher than the city wall, it has the tendency of towering in the sky, the height of the city wall symbolizes the height of the sky, the two towers are higher than the sky, just like two sharp heavenly swords, piercing the sky, breaking through the nine heavens, ascending to the supreme.

In the middle of the tower that leans on the ground is a majestic deep black gate, slightly shorter than the city wall, the gate is slightly open, from the crack of the door that is about enough for four people to be parallel, there are ten thousand treasures Shenhua through the hair, brilliant and colorful, Ruicai Wandao, the rainbow shines for several miles.

On the magnificent gate, the carving of the black kite is scurrying, the fox and the rabbit are destroyed, the bones are exposed, the gods are scorched and the ghosts are rotten, the belly is broken, and the spirits are fighting and carving, which is unbearable, tragic and desolate, shocking, and terrible. With a terrifying trend of "the yang world outside the door, the underworld inside the door, if you don't enter, you will live, and if you enter, you will die", it is a forbidden door and a fierce door.

What is particularly strange is that this gate is not as strange as the hell carved on it, but it does not exude a half-evil aura, just like an ordinary portal, not like it is made of precious stones, but it is the same as ordinary stones.

The so-called abnormal things must have demons, this gate is not only inaccessible, but even if it is close, I am afraid that it will also suffer from the disaster of killing, and there will be no life. Dust to dust to dust, my underworld. Don't be disturbed, in the door is the world of the dead, the paradise of the dead, the resting place of the powerful in the world, the trespassers, the blasphemers. Those who violate it will be killed.

Not long ago, Xiao Yan had told Doll and others that this gate was called the "Gate of Burial Heaven", which was intended to bury the sky, and the Taiji Tian clan was a clan against the sky, not entering immortals, not entering demons, and not becoming gods. Do not join any faction, only I Tai Chi Tao is eternal, immortal, Tai Chi Dao, creation to the sky. The long-cherished wish of the Emperor Taishang Heaven is to bury the "sky" in the mausoleum, and the reason for this is so far. It's all a mystery.

Click.

At this moment, a faint sound sounded in the silent space. But Doer, Xianluo, Little Monk, and Xiao Yan seemed to be still immersed in the shock brought to them by the "Gate of Burial Heaven", and they were unconscious.

The Aoki Divine Bead shattered, turned into bits of light, and dissipated into the void. This low-grade ancient Taoist vessel was born from the natural breeding of Aoki Yang Qi after nearly a million years, and now all Aoki Yang Qi has been sucked dry by Wanmu Tiandi Qi. Naturally, it will be destroyed.

Without the protection of the Aoki Divine Bead, Feng Huafeng was sure to die in the face of Dol, he stood in the void, his face was pale, and his eyes were wooden. It was gloomy, all thoughts were gray, his back was stiff, and his young face was a dying old man's demeanor, indescribably treacherous and sad.

Feng Huafeng, who had given up struggling and quietly waited for Dole's ruling, had demented eyes and a withered face, and his breath was like a gossamer.

An instant.

Two instantaneous.

Three instantaneous.

Feng Huafeng still didn't hear Dole's voice, he raised his head stiffly and slowly, glanced at Dole, and suddenly found that Dole's gaze had been locked on the carving of the "Gate of Burial Heaven", his eyes were focused and engrossed, as if everything outside the world had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, Feng Huafeng's eyes burst with essence, his breath was very different from his talent, he was full of anger, and his heart immediately came to life, as if he had seen the hope of life.

Feng Huafeng, who thought that Dole was now in a wonderful state and had no time to take care of him, did not hesitate to immediately urge the "Dragon Transformation Technique", in the case of life and death, his potential exploded to the extreme, and the mysterious method was touched by a touch, burning his own blood, turning into a half-human and half-dragon existence, his body was like a floating light, chasing the wind and the sun, and rushing madly towards the gate of the burial sky.

Feng Huafeng knew that it was impossible to kill Doer, and the only way to escape was to escape.

In less than an instant, Feng Huafeng was about to arrive at the gate of the burial sky, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the majestic and pure wood qi that could cover the sky and reflect the sun came out from the crack of the door like an inverted gorge lagoon.

Feng Huafeng was ecstatic, his face was red, his blood was full of blood, and he couldn't help himself. He is the Qinglong Divine Body, and he can cultivate by devouring wood qi, as long as he devours enough, then his cultivation will not only improve by leaps and bounds, a thousand miles a day, but also increase the concentration of blood, and gradually turn into a human dragon, promoted to the Green Dragon, and then the Green Dragon King, followed by the Green Dragon Lord God, and finally the Taishi Dragon Saint.

Feng Huafeng felt that with the existence of wood qi in the Burial Heaven Gate, he could at least evolve into the Blue Dragon King and become a powerhouse at the peak of the world realm, and it would be easy to kill Dor.

"Dore, you wait for me, wait for me to make great progress in cultivation, in the future I will let you live but not die, and watch the woman next to you become my slave." Feng Huafeng's psychology has been distorted, the lesion is deformed, his face is hideous, his eyes are very bad, and he is full of viciousness and resentment.

However, at this moment, a lifelike crow carving on the Gate of Burial seemed to come to life, and the pair of dark and terrifying eyes suddenly rolled up and down, bursting with a dark and serene light.

Wail!

The crow opened its mouth and crowed, a terrible, ugly, old, jerky cry like the last miserable wail of a dying man, or like a cacophonic and embarrassing sound squeezed out by a pair of hands that were squeezed out of his throat, and more like the grim reaper's strange smile when he was harvesting life, creepy.

There was a terrifying, sinister, scenic, vicious, and evil force in the crow's cry, only to see Feng Huafeng's galloping figure suddenly stopped, fell from mid-air, and smashed to the ground, crimson blood splashed out frantically from the seven holes, surging everywhere, and the meridians all over the body burst open, and in an instant, the whole person was blurred with flesh and blood, and there were thousands of holes.

Between heaven and earth, it was full of Feng Huafeng's heartbreaking, miserable, and hysterical roar.

At this moment, Feng Huafeng, who was rolling on the ground in pain, suddenly inadvertently saw Dol, who was thousands of feet away, looking at him indifferently.

Suddenly, Feng Huafeng understood.

Dole deliberately arranged for him to see the hope of life, the rise of the future, and the opportunity for revenge, but then he stepped into the situation of death, all thoughts were empty, all nothingness, in the end it was a ridiculous fantasy, the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, falling from the clouds into the abyss, this kind of spiritual destruction, torment, pain, despair, unwillingness, is ten thousand times more terrifying than physical torture.

"What a wicked heart."

Feng Huafeng roared hoarsely, as if countless powerful ghosts were roaring and roaring, and his anger was soaring.

Wail!

The crow crowed again, Feng Huafeng's body made a muffled sound, and the divine domain exploded, and the violent divine power surged out like a flood beast, tearing his body to pieces, and his soul was directly destroyed.

Then Feng Huafeng's divine domain exploded, the bones were gone, and the ashes were gone, and above the gate, the skinny crow carving also calmed down, and the previously dark and calm eyes were now dim, but the pair of lifelike eyes that looked like living creatures had changed their position slightly, looking directly at Dole and the others thousands of feet away, as if they were constantly ringing the death knell to show warning.

According to Xiao Yan, the crow carving that is so thin that only the bone frame is left is called the "Warning Crow", and anyone who approaches the door of the burial heaven will scream three times to warn the people of the Yang World not to disturb the rest of the dead in the mausoleum. However, these three screams are also life-threatening sounds, the first sound, destroying the body, the second sound, destroying the God Domain, and the third sound, destroying the Yuan God, and the monks who have not reached the Nirvana Realm are almost certain to die. Therefore, this warning is only relative to the monks above the Nirvana realm.

For example, people like Feng Huafeng who have not yet formed a primordial god, it is not surprising that in the second voice, they will be wiped out.

If the warning crow reminds that it is useless, and the comer still wants to break into the mausoleum area, then the carvings on the gate will all wake up, and then face thousands of troops and horses, ten thousand beasts galloping and trampling, and the undead of the thirty-six peak monks of the Nirvana Realm, Rao is a strong man standing at the top of the Nirvana Realm, if he does not give in and chooses to fight, he will probably not be able to escape the tragic end of the fall.

Feng Huafeng's death, for Doer, was like a passing cloud, fleeting, and he didn't care at all, Xianluo was like this, Xiao Yan was like this, and the little monk of Jingchen was like this.

The group of four did not go to the gate of the burial heaven, but looked intently at the carvings on it, which were carved by the ancients themselves, which contained the unfathomable mystery of creation. However, even if the four of them were amazing, it was impossible to think of something for a while, so Dole and the others just kept the carving in mind as much as possible, and then carefully understood it later.

The so-called mistake is thousands of miles, the gap between memory and authenticity is naturally quite large, not the same day, and in the end, Dole and others are only scratching the surface, not knowing the true essence, and the achievement is limited, but this is enough.

Carved expressive portrayal, lifelike, vivid, realistic, carved to the shape of the faint audible sound, mysterious, carving techniques are more unpredictable, sometimes pure cotton wrapped iron, such as the river out of the underflow, hidden dark energy; Sometimes indulgent and uninhibited, ups and downs are beautiful, like a phoenix dancing and a dragon flying, and it is also elegant and magnificent in the rough; From time to time, the dragon stretched out and bent, luan, a little angry, thirsty, and unrestrained. (To be continued.) )