Another Jiuding stands alone in the wilderness, like a lonely tomb, which makes people shudder.

The footsteps quickly circled, Chu Wangxian's brows were like a river, and he paced, his eyes seemed to see through the Jiuding.

It's Jiuding again!

It's the Ten Witches of Lingshan again.

Chu Wangxian raised his right hand, and a flame ignited in his hand, but it was quickly blown out by the ghost wind.

When I opened my yin and yang eyes, there were countless powerful ghosts, lying on top of Jiuding.

It's too dangerous.

Chu Wangxian retracted his gaze, and he decided not to contact Jiuding for the time being until he figured out the situation here.

If you open Jiuding rashly, you will only release the Ten Witches of Lingshan, and the world will only be worse.

"Boom!"

A loud rumbling sound came from behind the sound, and the sound was so loud and continuous that it sounded like the explosion of a meteorite falling into the water.

What happened?

Chu Wangxian turned around vigilantly and looked at the boundless Burial Heaven River, in the middle of the river, there was an incomparably large white bone dragon, the size was comparable to that of the legendary dragon, and the length of the body alone was several miles.

In the eyes of yin and yang, there are countless solemn ghosts tumbling and wandering in the water.

This is a completely incomprehensible existence, as if a mortal has stepped into the realm of immortals, and everything can only be described as shock.

"Once you are buried in Tianhe, there is no turning back. ”

Chu Wangxian muttered to himself, he can't stay here for a long time, he must find a way out quickly, otherwise he will be swallowed by this Sen Sen Ghost Qi assimilation sooner or later.

Besides, the matter is important, whether there is eternal life in the Tomb of Eternal Life, this is what Chu Wangxian cares about.

A figure groped its way in the darkness against the cold wind, its steps hurried, and there was a constant clicking sound along the way, which was the sound of stepping on the white bones.

"Have you arrived?"

After walking for a while, Chu Wangxian looked up and saw a mountain of graves made of stones. The tomb hill resembles a stepped pyramid, made of millions of white bricks, and stands out in the dark.

In front of the tomb, there is a sealed stone door, and the stone door is carved with a mural, and a graceful and luxurious goddess stands in the sky, and ten people worship under it.

"The one standing in the air is Nuwa, who is kneeling down and worshipping, the Ten Witches of Lingshan?" Chu Wangxian speculated.

There are inscriptions on the wall next to the door, similar to ancient oracle bone inscriptions, some of which can be vaguely distinguished.

"Crossing the Stygian Sea...... Fighting Canglong, but blocking Nuwa's eternal life...... Only the power of the five ancestors...... Can break the boundary - Ji Xuanyuan. ”

Ji Xuanyuan, this is the Yellow Emperor's message.

Chu Wangxian looked at it carefully, looking at it word by word, and his heart was surging.

The Yellow Emperor has been here but has returned, and the dignified Emperor of Heaven can't break it, Chu Wangxian just wants to scold.

The power of the five ancestors?

Fuxi, Nuwa, Donghuang Taiyi, East Wind and West Wind?

Only they can break the boundary, not even the Yellow Emperor, then they are not in vain.

Under the message of the Yellow Emperor, there is also handwriting.

It was written by Taishang Laojun Li Er.

Seeing the following line of words, Chu Wangxian's hands were cold, and a cool breath rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"It's ridiculous Nuwa, the former Emperor of Heaven and the Lord of the North Wind, who is buried here. ”

"Nuwa, you are not reconciled, your soul has turned into a ghost emperor, and you are in charge of the five ghost realms, you should do something, and you have made the Yidi Buddhas invade and grow, and the corpse is vegetarian, why not let Xian-Li Er. ”

Chu Wangxian's heart was even more inexplicable.

Taishang Laojun's message showed his domineering, and sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River slapped the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach, and even Nuwa was not in his eyes.

He finally looked at Emperor Donghua's message.

Wang Xuanpu is a descendant of Emperor Yan, the ancestor of Wang Chongyang, and the patriarch of Quanzhen Dao.

"I have died here, the so-called tomb of eternal life, I'm afraid it's just a dream, a trip for nothing - Wang Xuanpu. ”

Chu Wangxian had a string of questions in his mind, and he looked at the door of the cemetery.

Footsteps walked in, but there was a formation block, just more than ten steps, but walked for a few minutes and couldn't walk to the end.

Chu Wangxian found that things were wrong, and before he knew it, he had fallen into the formation.

With Qi refining and cultivating, he fell into the realm of the gods, and he couldn't get out of the retreat, as if he was standing still, and he was dead.

"Hey, system, I've arrived at the forbidden place, but what do I do now? ”

[System prompt]: If you don't listen to persuasion, you should have this catastrophe.

"Is it useful to talk about this now? Or find a way to get out of trouble. "Chu Wangxian didn't have a good temperament.

[System Prompt]: Everything is still expected in your previous life.

Chu Wangxian was stunned and wrinkled his eyebrows, and asked the system with his heart, "In my previous life, I expected that I would come here in this life?"

[System Prompt]: For this moment, you have been abroad for 20 years in your previous life.

"You make it clear, what kind of situation am I laying out, why are I abroad? Chu Wangxian was puzzled now, what did he mean.

In an instant.

Chu Wangxian's eyes were illusory, and his body swayed lightly, as if he was standing in the void universe, and under his feet were rolling black clouds of lightning and thunder.

It's a fantasy.

At this moment stood a man in front of him, looking somewhat similar to him, but much older, with deep eyes that seemed to have infinite secrets, looking at him.

"Lingshan Ten Witches, how many people have you released?" the hoarse voice came through the soul.

"Three!" Chu Wangxian replied instinctively.

"You came here too early, there are only three of the Ten Witches of Lingshan released, and the plan is still biased, but it is barely acceptable. If I tell you the truth, you are too weak, and it is a little earlier at this moment. ”

Chu Wangxian listened silently, but he didn't understand it at all, what did this mean? He looked at the person in front of him and asked solemnly:

"You were my past life?"

"Yes! I'm just a projected will. ”

Chu Wangxian was cold, and he actually saw his past life with such a posture.

"Who am I, who is my real body?" Chu Wangxian asked.

"I don't know, my past life didn't tell me the final answer. But since I have guarded the Yanhuang lineage for one life after another, and the ancestor of Yanhuang is Fuxi, then who am I? Maybe Fuxi, maybe someone related to Fuxi. ”

"Then who is my enemy?" Chu Wangxian asked again.

"I can't answer this question, there are five Feng Clan, the five Feng Clan are five of them linked by blood, the Yan and Huang lineages are the descendants of the Stroke Department, and the other four are all likely to be your enemies.

"But I heard a sentence abroad, there are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, and the remaining four, who are your enemies, you can find this question yourself. ”

Chu Wangxian's mind flashed through various thoughts, as if he had seen the war of the five tribes of the Ancient Wind Clan.

Is this the same as the struggle of the Yan and Huang clans? The five tribes of the Feng clan are also fighting in themselves, fighting or fighting, and the fighting is a mess.

"Where are the other four?"

"Four main bodies, in each small world. In the mouths of the Yan and Huang family, they have different names, the demon world, the demon world, the ghost world, and so on. "The voice of the past life is like the sound of a bell.

Chu Wangxian's face turned pale, his heart was pounding, he was shocked by this result, and he didn't understand, he continued to ask.

"The five tribes of the Wind Clan, is it an ancestor?"

"Yes, the surname Feng is all of the same family, from the same ancestor. ”

"The Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Ghost Realm, have they actually been competing with the Heavenly Court? Is this the internal fighting of the five Feng Clans? The same as the Yan and Huang clans, or fight or peace?" Chu Wangxian said boldly, he pressed his head, the severe pain had made his thinking confused.

The previous life nodded, "It can be said that the five cultivation directions of the Wind Clan are different, and the results obtained are all different, and after countless generations, the truth of the year is no longer important. A demon beast, and a person, will not consider themselves an ancestor. ”

In Chu Wangxian's previous life, he continued to speak, conveying terrible results.

The struggle between the five tribes of the Wind Clan turned out to be such a mess. This kind of war has surpassed his imagination.

If it is said that the infighting between Yan and Huang is only related to blood.

The struggle between the five tribes of the Nafeng Clan not only involves the bloodline of the five tribes, but also involves different cultivation directions.

The human realm ruled by Fuxi in the middle stroke, the ghost realm ruled by Nuwa in the north wind, the demon realm ruled by the south wind and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and who ruled the demon world......

They are all the same ancestors, and they are fighting like this. "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and strange people, all of whom can live in peace with each other, but now everything is invisible, and only people are left in Huaxia, is this the cruel truth of the war of the gods?

Chu Wangxian was silent, and heard the words of his previous life coming from again, "Forty years ago, my previous life left me a task, I embarked on the road of a foreign country to find a person, who was the first to be driven out of the West Wind Department of Huaxia by the four tribes of the Wind Clan. ”