Several lightning bolts were like electric dragons, accompanied by rumbling thunder, falling from the sky. What had been a mild day suddenly turned cold.

In the spring of March, there are snow feathers falling from the sky, and in a short time, the world is dyed silver and white.

The earth began to shake violently, and the entire Red Sky Mortal Domain felt this trembling.

The epicenter came from the middle of the Red Sky Realm, a place called the 'Thorn Mountains'. There, the mountains cracked, the land was raised, the rivers were cut off, and birds and beasts were scurrying in all directions.

A huge palace-like mausoleum, from the underground soil, like a reviving grass, slowly appeared in front of the world.

The appearance of the mausoleum caused a stir for three days. In the past three days, the powerhouses of the three major sects and the Chixiao Chamber of Commerce have all stared at the epicenter, for fear of missing some huge opportunities.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Ye Junlin faintly felt that the appearance of this huge mausoleum would definitely cause something unusual.

"Two masters, what is this mausoleum?" On the top floor of the 'Donglai Hall', Ye Junlin pointed to the huge palace mausoleum and asked.

Song Jinghong and Xu Guoyu glanced at each other, with a little resentment in their expressions, obviously they had something unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" Ye Junlin wondered.

"You say it anyway. Song Jinghong pushed Xu Guoyu and sighed with a smile on his face.

Ye Junlin became more and more curious.

"Hey-" Xu Guoyu sighed, and then slowly explained to Ye Junlin, from his words, Ye Junlin learned:

This mausoleum, called 'Tomb of the Mortal King', is the most mysterious secret realm on the 'Chixiao Mortal Domain'. No one knows how long it has been around or when this mausoleum will appear and when it will disappear. I only know that the owner of this mausoleum is called 'Fan Jun', and he is an extremely mysterious and extremely powerful warrior.

This mausoleum is only allowed to enter warriors under the age of twenty, and those who are over twenty years old, if they step into it for half a step, they will be immediately sealed by a mysterious cold ice, and they will lose their vitality in an instant.

Most of the people who entered the mausoleum lost their lives inside. But if he can come out alive, he will definitely get the opportunity to defy the sky, and thus become one of the top people on the 'Red Sky Mortal Domain'.

The first suzerain of the 'Purple Cloud Sea' back then, 'Murong Ziyang', was born out of the sky and created the 'Purple Cloud Sea' because he got the opportunity in the 'Tomb of the Monarch of Fan'.

When Xu Guoyu said this, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Because when they were young, the 'Tomb of the Mortal King' also appeared once. That time, after their senior brothers and sisters went in, no one came out again.

The 'Tomb of the Monarchs' is like a double-edged sword, where opportunities and crises coexist.

After hearing this, Ye Junlin secretly thought about it: with his current cultivation and combat strength, if he wants to set foot in the 'Sword Casting Villa' and kill Jiang Zhou, it will be as difficult as the sky. And he had promised Gu Xiyan that he would go to the 'Bixiao Xuanyu' to find her a year later.

Thinking of Jiang Zhou's deep enmity with his own sea of blood, as well as his promise to Gu Xiyan, Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly exuded a strong murderous aura.

Song Jinghong and Xu Guoyu saw the situation, and their old faces immediately drooped.

"Yes. I told him so much, and it was completely in vain. Song Jinghong's old face was filled with deep regret.

But this did not affect Ye Junlin's determination. At this time, Ye Junlin is like a stubborn walker who hits the south wall, then tear down the south wall and move on!

After another three days, the 'Tomb of Fanjun' was finally stabilized.

The strong people scattered around the mausoleum, after surveying, have returned to the sect to resume their lives. The three major sects blocked this place, and after a day of discussion, the four high-level leaders finally reached a consensus: each force should send ten martial artists under the age of twenty to enter, and as for who can get the inheritance and come out safely, then each has its own destiny.

The time agreed by the four major forces was set for five days later.

The high-level leaders on the side of the 'Purple Cloud Sea' also quickly made a decision: the so-called wealth and danger are sought, and the 'Purple Cloud Sea' sent all the elite disciples this time.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket.

Yun Feng, Gao Changgu, Song Miaoyu, Ye Junlin, Guan Peiyan, Yang Gongcheng, and four other warriors under the age of twenty were sent to enter the 'Tomb of Fan Jun'

The eastern sky showed a hint of bright color, and the sun was still immersed in the horizon, and it was still early.

On the official road outside Ziyun City, more than two dozen warriors stood quietly, as if waiting for something. Among them, there are old and young, of different ages.

In the crowd, there were ten warriors who were particularly dazzling: they all seemed to be under twenty years old, or handsome, or graceful, with a hint of childishness on their faces. They were dressed in the uniform purple martial robes of the 'Purple Cloud Sea', with expressions of fear and excitement on their faces.

These people are Ye Junlin and others who are going to enter the 'Tomb of Fanjun'.

Xu Guoyu and Song Jinghong called Ye Junlin aside, with a little resentment on their old faces.

"King's Landing, if you regret it now, it's too late. Xu Guoyu said bitterly.

"Thank you, master, for your concern, you have made up your mind. Ye Junlin said solemnly.

"Well, you kid is hard, you will definitely come out alive. Seeing the situation, Song Jinghong no longer persuaded him, but just silently stuffed Ye Junlin with a few things, and then left silently.

"I hope you can be auspicious. Song Jinghong shook his head and prayed in his heart.

Murong Mingyu, who was already a 'Sect Master Candidate', also walked over, his expression was also slightly sad, he patted Ye Junlin's shoulder heavily, and said solemnly: "My enthronement ceremony is scheduled for January, I hope to see you at the ceremony." ”

Ye Junlin looked at Murong Mingyu, and suddenly felt a sense of belonging to the 'Purple Cloud Sea' in his heart. Although he has not been in the 'Purple Cloud Sea' for a long time, some people have already left an indelible mark on him.

"Don't worry. I'll be there. Ye Junlin said, his face full of determination.

"Uh-"

At this moment, there was a whistling sound of a goshawk in the sky, and then a black dot appeared in the sky.

The black dot grew bigger and bigger as it approached everyone, and finally landed on the ground, which was actually a giant eagle more than ten meters tall.

Yun Zhenyu jumped off the giant eagle's back, his face heavy. He was the leader of the team this time, and was in charge of transporting the ten teenagers to the entrance of the mausoleum.

Murong Yelun walked out and said in a low voice, "I, the new generation of the 'Purple Cloud Sea', I hope to see you come back safely. ”

Under the guidance of Yun Zhenyu, ten young boys and girls slowly climbed onto the back of the giant eagle.

Yun Zhenyu gave a command to the giant eagle, and the huge giant eagle fluttered its wings and slowly rose into the sky.

Purple Cloud City slowly turned into a small dot in the retrospective eyes of the teenagers. Ahead, a huge palace-like mausoleum slowly appeared in everyone's field of vision