On the other side, after following Chu Nanbo into the secret door, Su Moyu realized that there was a hole in it.

At your feet, it seems to be a stone staircase in the void.

On both sides of the staircase, there is a picture that I don't know if it's illusory or real.

In those paintings, spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate at an absolute speed, as if wandering through a long scroll.

"The Jiuli clan is one of the oldest races in the upper realm, according to the ancient records of our clan, at the beginning of the primeval period, our ancestors lived in the upper realm, and even the masters of the Taishen Realm have appeared many one after another, but for various reasons, they all ...... in the end."

Speaking of this, Chu Nanbo shook his head.

Su Moyu also sighed and said, "Just looking at the scene here, you can imagine it, but it is a pity that such a glorious ethnic group has become what it is today. ”

Chu Nanbo over there also smiled bitterly and said, "If it weren't for you, our Jiuli people might really be wiped out!"

The two of them said this, and finally reached the bottom of the ladder.

There, two black wooden doors stand in the way.

After walking under the wooden door, Chu Nanbo suddenly stretched out his hand and swiped on his left arm, and blood was dripping out in an instant, dripping onto the black door panel on the ground.

After the blood fell, the black wooden door flashed with a light, and then slowly opened.

"This is the resting place of the patriarchs of the Jiuli clan in the past dynasties, and only the bloodline of the Jiuli clan can open these two doors!" Chu Nanbo introduced on the side.

Su Moyu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said, "Since it is such an important place, I still don't want to go in." ”

Over there, Chu Nanbo shook his head again and again: "Master, you have a great kindness to my Jiuli clan, so you are naturally qualified to enter! Moreover, if you don't go in, won't my hard work be in vain?"

Seeing what he said sincerely, Su Moyu nodded and followed him through the two wooden doors.

The moment he stepped through the wooden door, a desolate and simple atmosphere rushed to his face.

At that moment, Su Moyu seemed to hear a murmur from the ancient times.

He raised his head slightly, and saw that there was a dark sky above his head, and under the sky, there were continuous tombstones.

Obviously, this Jiuli ancestral land is a cemetery, alone in this independent space of its own.

After seeing the tombstone in front of him, Chu Nanbo was also extremely excited.

Then he fell to his knees with a pop, and then crawled to the tombstone and wept loudly.

Looking at his appearance, Su Moyu also felt a little sad.

Come to think of it, as the oldest race in the upper realm, it has created so many glories, but when it came to this generation, it was almost wiped out.

If it was him, he would naturally have a lot of emotion.

After a long time, Chu Nanbo stopped his grief, and then got up and said to Su Moyu: "I'm sorry! Master, I'm out of shape." ”

Su Moyu shook his head gently, but didn't say anything.

And Chu Nanbo, who was over there, stood up, walked to the many tombstones, and then turned to Su Moyu and said, "Master, my ancestor of the Jiuli clan, when I was in the primeval period, I began to think about the dangers that the future generations of clansmen might encounter. So from then on, the strongest of each clan will leave their inheritance in this cemetery. ”

"In addition, the bones of the sages of the clan are buried here, which will naturally affect the aura here. And if future generations can inherit all these powers, it will inevitably rise to an unprecedented height!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, then stared at Su Moyu with two eyes, and said, "I hope that you, master, can inherit this power, and then avenge our Jiuli people!"

After listening to Chu Nanbo's words, Su Moyu was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that Chu Nanbo would say this in the end.

"Chu Nanbo, this is the power of your Jiuli ancestor, if you want to inherit it, it should naturally be inherited by you, the authentic heir. Su Moyu frowned and said.

But over there, Chu Nanbo shook his head firmly, and said, "Master, the power in this cemetery is too huge, if the heir's strength is insufficient, it is likely to be swallowed by the power, with my current cultivation, I have no ability to inherit this power......"

When Su Moyu heard this, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"But......" Su Moyu was still hesitating.

At this time, Chu Nanbo knelt directly on the ground and said, "Master, I know that the current war is imminent, if it fails, the revenge of the Jiuli clan will never be avenged! And if you inherit the power of the Jiuli ancestors, you will definitely increase your chances of victory, and presumably the ancestors will not oppose it in the spirit of the sky!"

Su Moyu pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, "What you said is right, it seems that this is the best way right now." Anyway, I'm not pretentious, I promise you and the ancestor of Jiuli that after gaining power, I will definitely deal with the evil god with all my might!"

"Thank you, master!" Chu Nanbo saluted solemnly towards Su Moyu.

Then he stood up again and slit his hands, spilling blood on the ground.

At the same time, in their own language, they kept shouting something to the sky.

Su Moyu knew that this was probably the ritual of inheriting this power.

Sure enough, with Chu Nanbo's shout, the aura of the entire space began to change.

In the sky above the cemetery, one figure after another appeared.

Although Su Moyu didn't know these people at all, just from his breath, he could feel that these people must have been amazing characters in their lives.

And as time passed, Chu Nanbo's ritual came to an end, and all the phantoms fused together, and finally converged into a huge figure.

"This is ......" Su Moyu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this, he recognized the figure in front of him as the huge statue that had been cut off in the ancient temple outside.

"This is the ancestor of my Jiuli people, and the earliest god of war!" Chu Nanbo looked at the figure and said excitedly.

Then, he turned his head again, looked at Su Moyu and said, "Master, now you just need to accept this power!"

When Su Moyu heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the figure.

However, before he could go a few steps away, the whole cemetery suddenly began to tremble.

"What's going on?" asked Su Moyu in surprise.

But Chu Nanbo over there was also surprised, and said, "I don't know, it's not me ......."

At this moment, the ground in front of the two of them suddenly came deep into more than a dozen tree roots, smashing towards the two like dragons.

Su Moyu's eyes flashed, and he reached out and grabbed Chu Nanbo's collar, and then flew backwards.

Rumble!

The roots of the tree fell to the ground, smashing the ground of the cemetery into cracks, and Su Moyu and the others narrowly avoided it.

"The power of the Jiuli clan is still mine!" a shrill voice sounded in front of the two of them.