Dazhong didn't know the route in the cemetery, he just opened his mind and faced his ancestors with a sincere heart.

There are no lies in the ancestral tomb, many years ago, Lao Zhiguo told Da Zhong that when he entered the ancestral tomb as a king, he must abandon all his distracting thoughts, and maintain a sincere heart from heart to body, "let himself be naked". Whether it is the green paint in the tomb or other things hidden in the dark, they are all "divine objects" brought out from the ancestral tombs of their homeland by the villains who were lucky enough to escape, and the origin of these "divine objects" can be traced back to the ancestor of the Dodo country - Tang Zhuju Qi Dodo.

It can also be said that almost all of the essence of the three major divine arts in the country of Dodo are gathered in the ancestral tomb, the ancestral tomb is a small mountain bag from the outside, but when you walk into it, you will often feel a larger outline than the periphery, this is a high-level combination of smallening and deception, the space inside seems to be limited to a mountain, but in fact, it has no less than the size of the entire mountain, this kind of change under the lie, has achieved the effect of changing the space.

And the origin of the deception in the ancestral tomb - the breath of divine power still exists, this breath itself is exuding endless lies, the ancestral tomb created under this condition has become a place without lies, the new lies appear pale and weak in the ancestral tomb, but it can "squeeze" out of the ancestral tomb The scam is attached to the "lying" person, resulting in the person who broke into the ancestral tomb to make mistakes again and again, and finally died in the unknown, even if he escaped, he would become insane due to countless deceptions.

The green paint is a wake-up call to the kings of the past dynasties, warning them that no matter when, the truth can never be shaken its core position, Tang Zhuju Qi Dodo is to let the descendants return to the world of sincerity, to be a realistic sense of the "people", not a villain who survives in the grass and trees.

Most of the thieves will be lost in the green paint, because the smell of the paint is aggressive, and the stealers are almost all Dodo, they have been accustomed to deception since childhood, and when they encounter this stench, they will naturally deceive their bodies, so that they can easily tide over the difficulties, and therefore commit a big taboo.

The bell walked about fifty zhang before the green paint came to an end. Groping their way in the darkness, they always saw light without a source, shining on what their ancestors expected them to see. Soon, the bell came to the stele.

The stele is full of nicks, the height is not the top, in front of the stele is a high platform, after the bell goes up, the lie on the stele disappears, the stele has a new look, it is stained with the parchment that records the language of the ancestors who survived that year, that is the heartfelt words written by blood, the words are full of remorse, the tears can be seen in every sentence, the ancestors summed up a bloody truth at the cost of 300 million deaths - the art of quenching the divine body can never be seen again.

But they can't destroy this technique, and because it is the core "energy" of the ancestral tomb and can't be discarded, so for many years it has been the kings of the past generations who have inherited this scourge, and there is no seamless wall in the world, the news of the third witchcraft suddenly spread one year, and since then it has exerted more and more pressure on the kings of the past dynasties, Lao Zhiguo is a typical example of being tortured out of mental problems, whenever he hears the words of the third witchcraft, he is always tense all over, and his spirit has reached the point of high tension, It was so serious that he just kicked out his youngest grandson, who had the most talented child in the past, because of a young and immature mistake.

"Hmph" The big bell was indifferent, but he lowered his head, the words in the leather paper on the stele could not help but make his heart tremble, he forced his emotions, and shifted his gaze from the stele, and soon he seemed to hear the mournful sound coming from afar, as if there were thousands of people crying in his ears. A voice in his heart lured or forced him to look at the stele.

Da Zhong shouted, his hands slapped his ears hard, causing a burst of tinnitus, he took this opportunity to escape from the high platform immediately, but the leather paper on the stele did not disappear, and has always existed there, no matter where the bell goes next, he can clearly see the stele in a certain position, this is a kind of psychological torture, Da Zhong just wants to find the magic quickly, and leave quickly.

A moment later, the sound of rustling was heard, and the bell came to a puddle, and he saw several princes who had broken in in advance, and it was not surprising that they were no less eager for magic than anyone else.

Wang Ye Luyi's condition is not very optimistic, his eyeballs are half gray, it seems that his vision has suffered a heavy blow, the second prince is standing aside to support him, the condition is not much better, his head is dusty, and his spirit is very weak.

Wang Ye Qiao was already lame and was "deceived" and lame, and Prince Dandan may have not been affected much because of his young sincerity, but his brothers were sinned.

When the prince and the princes saw the big bell, they were shocked, and then they were afraid, and finally they all changed to a pleading look, Wang Ye Qiao said: "We used to be compatriots, show us a way to live, after we go out, we don't resist what you want to do, okay?" ”

The big bell had a cold face, but he still pointed in a direction in the darkness, and these princes and princes hurriedly crawled over, and even closed their eyes, even if they touched something, they had to rush straight over, as long as they tried many times, those false walls made of lies would disappear.

The bell walked aimlessly in the dark, he didn't know where the magic was, and on the way he encountered several corpses, and once again pointed out the way for the lost princes, the stone tablet was always in his sight, like a long whip pumping at his heart from time to time.

"I can't find it, I still can't find it" The big bell didn't know how long he had walked, and he had forgotten the route behind him, and there was no one else around, he was not worried, but he was silently anxious, "Why can't I find it, where is it hidden." ”

An hour later, Da Zhong saw the tomb road covered with green paint again, and he did not believe that this was the way out of the ancestral tomb, so he walked slowly up, and experienced torture again.

The head of the tomb was indeed the stone door, the door had been opened, and Lao Zhiguo was leaning against the door and sitting, and the light that came in was sprinkled on Lao Zhiguo.

Old Zhiguo felt like he had collapsed, or he had been relieved, the secret he had guarded for many years no longer existed, he subconsciously walked here when he was blank and desperate, and he also knew that the bell had entered here, and he sat behind the door and waited quietly for the bell.

"Why?" Da Zhong walked up to Lao Zhiguo, looked down at him and said coldly: "It's here, I feel it, why can't I find it." ”

Old Zhiguo looked haggard, he turned his head, grinning his chapped lips helplessly and weakly, he laughed silently and sadly, closing his eyes may have been crushed by reality. Old Zhiguo said in a voice like a mosquito, "Alas—remember what I said to you that year? ”

"There is no lie in the ancestral tomb," Da Zhong replied coldly, "I haven't used the ability, but I still can't find it." ”

"That's right," said the old man, looking up, the corners of his eyes slightly cloudy, "but you're lying, my dear grandson." ”

The bell frowned, he didn't remember what he had lied, and the only thing that was still hiding him was the clothes on his body.

Old Zhiguo looked at the bell with pity and sadness, and sighed: "We are all the same, we are used to taking lies as reality, this is the punishment of our ancestors, have you forgotten?" Big Bell, you're dead. ”

The bell shuddered, and bit his lip suddenly, and the blood dripped down and hit the ground, yes, he was dead, not long ago. He himself is the biggest lie, and from the very beginning he has broken the rules of the ancestral tomb.

Lao Zhiguo then said quietly: "Poor grandson, the ancestors have taken pity on you, you died, they didn't punish you, go out, don't enter here again, you have been... It's no longer eligible. ”

"No!" The big bell grabbed Lao Zhiguo's shoulder and pressed it against the wall, his emotions collapsed instantly, he couldn't accept this reality, he roared angrily: "Take me to find it!" Or I'll kill you!" ”

Old Zhiguo's eyes were like a pool of clear pools, and he was much relieved and looked at the big bell calmly.

Da Zhong's words stuttered with excitement, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said solemnly, "You... You know... How much I paid for it, took me to it, I have this qualification, I deserve it. His tone changed from uneasiness to warning, then to deliberation, and even to begging.

Old Zhiguo was relieved, his skin slackened, and his spirit "fell", and he became a hunched little old man, whose years were fully reflected in his old and folded wrinkles.

"Okay, I'll take you to find it, poor baby, I've been tormented by it all my life, and you've been so for a lifetime, pitiful, come on..."

At the foot of Lao Zhiguo, the area inside the ancestral tomb was reduced to twice as small as the mountain bag seen outside. It turns out that the road that the bell has walked before is mostly the road of nothingness. Lao Zhiguo soon came to the stone tablet with the big bell.

"Don't show me this, I want magic!" The bell roared heartbreakingly, his emotions on the verge of exploding or collapsing.

"Child, grandpa told you that before you get the magic spell, you have to read the blood words of the ancestors, this is the rule..."

Da Zhong trembled, his face even began to twitch, he nodded, forcibly endured the restlessness, muttered good, his eyes looked towards the pieces of parchment, but the blood words on the parchment paper could not enter his heart, he swept and read one by one like a task, Lao Zhiguo stood beside him, accompanied him to read from the beginning, Lao Zhiguo's eyes were full of tears, they were very close, but the narrow gap in the middle, like a gap across a hundred years, separated them from heaven and earth, and broke Yin and Yang.

Both of their lips were trembling, Da Zhong's hand was purple, and Lao Zhiguo's lower lip was purple.

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