Seeing the ghost soldier suddenly kneeling, everyone in the temple looked over curiously, the laziness that Mo Ling maintained was scattered by this kneeling, he bowed his head slightly, his eyes were like a sword in the cold wind, piercing into the heart of the ghost soldier, as if he wanted to find what the ghost soldier really thought.

Cold sweat broke out on the ghost soldier's forehead, and Mo Ling's eyes were like swords and bayonets, which made him unbearable, but he just buried his kneeling head lower, and he didn't dare to look up at Mo Ling at all.

Mo Ling clapped his hands on the seat and stood up from under the idol, he put his hands behind his back, without saying a word, the golden god suit couldn't hide the indifference on his body, and walked slowly towards the ghost soldier.

When Mo Ling approached, the ghost soldier saw the iceberg pressing down, making him collapse on the ground and making him exhale into ice when it was cold.

"You... Say it again?"

Mo Ling's tone seemed to be suspicious, and as if he was sternly questioning, his breath was like a cold river, and it penetrated into the bone marrow.

The ghost soldier lay almost completely on the ground, but still gritted his teeth and insisted, his tone was decisive, and he repeated the request:

"Please also ask Lord Chenghuang to avenge my general!"

After the ghost soldier said this, the iceberg left in an instant, the warm sun rose again, and the cold river in the bone marrow disappeared, and the ghost soldier breathed a sigh of relief, feeling warm and relaxed again.

Mo Ling stood in front of the ghost soldier, waved the long sleeve in his hand, and saw that the ghost soldier didn't look like lying, he sighed slightly, and his tone became natural:

"Get up and tell me more about it. ”

The ghost soldier straightened his waist slightly, and hurriedly told the story of the Xianghu faction's encirclement and suppression of the general's tomb and the attack on the gate of the Dragon Tomb, and even the exchanges between the Xianghu faction were repeated word for word.

Mo Ling's brows furrowed deeply after hearing this, and Heishui's face was extremely gloomy, not because of the Dragon Tomb, but because the Xianghu faction was determined to eliminate the ghosts and monsters of Shu County.

"Did they say why they went into the Dragon's Tomb?"

He did not elaborate, but only said that he was instructed by the sect. ”

Mo Ling's eyes were empty, and he began to slowly walk in the temple hall again, as if he was thinking about the actual motives of the Xianghu faction.

The ghost soldier knelt on the ground very anxiously, constantly trying to look up to observe Mo Ling, but he didn't dare.

Mo Ling walked for a while, then suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Heishui:

"Light up the divine soldier and go to the gate of the Dragon Tomb together. ”

...

Mo Ling and the others quickly came to the gate of the Dragon Tomb under the leadership of the ghost soldiers, the periphery of the General's Tomb, the General's Tomb is not big, on the boxy white stone, there is a stele, the stele has obviously gone through the vicissitudes of time, it is full of traces of wind and rain, overgrown with weeds, covering up the majesty of the past.

Mo Ling and the others arrived, the stele still existed, but the large array of strangling ghost generals had disappeared, and there was no time when a narrow passage appeared behind the tombstone that only allowed one person to pass through.

The ghost soldier looked at the empty tombstone, looking lost and depressed, but Mo Ling had great vigilance and impulse in his eyes, and looked deeply at the passage.

The five-hundred-year-old ghost generals can't beat these juniors of the Xianghu faction, if the Xianghu faction really wants to clear Shu County, Mo Ling can't protect himself,

Mo Ling walked back and forth at the entrance, calculating that if he entered the Dragon Tomb, he would have a few chances of winning, and if he brought the divine soldiers in, what were the chances of winning? After thinking about it, Mo Ling found that if they were tough, they would definitely not be the opponents of the Xianghu faction, and the six people were already difficult to deal with before, and it was very likely that an elder would be added to the back, rushing in and fighting directly, completely looking for death.

Mo Ling was a little hesitant, he thought about whether he wanted to go in, he was naturally classified as the opposite side by the Xianghu faction, if he continued to stay in Shu County, he would be exterminated sooner or later, so Mo Ling couldn't watch the Xianghu faction still have no scruples about harvesting in the Dragon Tomb.

Mo Ling thought for a long time, suddenly stood still, there was a decision in his eyes, he looked at the entrance, and said with his back to the black water

"Heishui, you take someone to wait for me at the entrance, I will go in to see the situation in person, and be ready to respond at any time. ”

Blackwater was a little stunned:

"Lord, will you go in alone? Please think twice, and I will accompany the Lord to the tomb. ”

"May I accompany the Lord to the tomb. ”

The divine soldiers also responded neatly, but Mo Ling shook his hand:

"No need, you don't have enough Taoism, going in will only send me to death and add chaos, listen to my orders, wait for me at the door. ”

After Mo Ling finished speaking, he didn't wait for the black water to react, shook his body, turned into a ball of streamer and entered the Dragon Tomb along the mouth of the dark hole...

The passage is extremely long, there is no brilliance along the way, flying in it seems to shuttle through the boundless darkness, Mo Ling silently calculated the distance along the way, but the more he calculated, the more frightened he became, Mo Ling flew for half an hour, he was originally a spirit body, and he could fly at full speed in the narrow hole, half an hour was enough for Mo Ling to fly from the White Temple to the eastern suburbs of Yishui City, but this distance made Mo Ling fly to the end of the passage.

The darkness was layered on top of each other, and it was depressing, Mo Ling lowered his head and didn't say anything, just blindly hurried, as if he had flown for another half an hour, and only then did a glimmer of light come from the passage ahead, Mo Ling thought that there was a dragon tomb in front of him, and hurriedly slowed down, afraid of bumping into the people of the Xianghu faction.

Mo Ling stopped at the entrance ten zhang away, listening carefully to the sound of the wind, except for the howling of the gale wind at the entrance of the cave, Mo Ling did not hear any sound, he relaxed slightly, cautiously walked out of the passage, and looked up head-on, it was a shock.

This world is like an underground country, the sky above the head is huge and boundless, countless gems and crystals are inlaid with diamonds, emitting a little ghostly light, the ghostly light is endless, covering the entire sky, as if people are in the heavenly river, the "heavenly river" can not be seen, the bright "starlight" shines on the world, bringing light to this dark earth, walking in it, as if accompanied by the galaxy, magnificent.

And under the galaxy, a door stands silently, the door page is like a silent guard, silent, motionless, the door is too big, too big, so big that people can't see the world behind the door, standing at the foot of the door and looking up, like looking up at a giant.

Mo Ling was shocked by the scenery, this heaven and earth, this gate, as if eternal existence, after countless years, he stretched out his right hand and carefully touched the door page, as if touching the vicissitudes of eternity, for this heaven and earth, Mo Ling, is just the most insignificant passerby in his long years.

A thousand years are just a blink of an eye~

The gate was under pressure, which made Mo Ling a little breathless, he adjusted his heart slightly, exhaled a long breath, and walked in along a small gap where the gate was pushed open, the gate was very thick, but the small gap for him was like a long alleyway for Mo Ling, on both sides were thick and tall courtyard walls, walking in it seemed to be endless.

Mo Ling didn't dare to fly here, as if with respect for the shock of this world, Mo Ling seemed a little cautious, fortunately, the gate was not thick, Mo Ling felt as if he had walked out of nine streets so far, and finally ushered in the final exit, after this gate, it was the Dragon Tomb.

Mo Ling stepped out cautiously, stepped through the gate, and entered this legendary tomb.

There are no palaces, no extravagant burials, just two rows of giant statues on the huge corridor, and ancient legends on the two walls!

and

A golden sun hanging high.