Ye Wuqiu smacked his tongue secretly, he deserved to be the ultimate old ghost who had survived the ages. Even if it is so weak that only a wisp of remnant soul remains, its methods are endless.

He himself was blessed by Ye Xiong's might, but he could only hit it hard, but he couldn't completely kill it

After carefully collecting all the fragments, Ye Wuqiu handed them over to the Third Phantom Dance for her to deal with.

Ye Wuqiu, who had gone through a series of battles, was already physically and mentally exhausted. But it's also painful, he's obsessed with the power he has now, and he's also obsessed with the sense of freedom that he can control his own destiny!

But this power does not belong to him after all, but he believes that one day, he will be stronger than he is now.

This belongs to the central area of Hantan Peak, and it is still hundreds of miles away from the main peak.

In the distance, many powerful beasts stared at this devastated war zone after the battle, their eyes flashing with the fierce light of killing, and it was obvious that they were ready to move

Dragging his tired body, Ye Wuqiu quickly walked towards Sword Peak. It was Ye Xiong's sleeping place.

Whether it was the Third Phantom Dance or himself, he had a reason to go, and the former wanted to integrate Ye Xiong's Phantom into his Immortal Battle Body. Attempts to revive its body. So as to find that glimmer of chance of survival.

This patriarch, who has passed away for an endless time, shelters his descendants in a unique way today. Regardless of whether he can change his life against the sky, Ye Wuqiu has to go.

It is not only to repay the gift of the ancestors, but also to the family sacrifice!

For many years, he was buried alone in the coffin. His prestige is long gone, his great deeds are no longer celebrated, and even his descendants do not know that such an ancestor is buried here.

This is a great sadness!

As it approached, Ye Wuqiu could feel a burst of excitement and urgency coming from the bottom of his heart. It was the phantom that temporarily fused with him, instinctively longing to get closer to him.

The distance of hundreds of miles is not far away for Ye Wuqiu today, he is like an arrow from the string, running on the mountains and rivers. Many of the crises that would normally kill him are no longer fatal at this time.

It didn't take long for Ye Wuqiu to stand in front of the Sword Peak, it was like a sharp sword rushing into the sky, naturally exuding a shocking momentum.

At the same time, a vast and sea-like majesty poured out from the mountain, making people feel awe. It was the breath that naturally leaked out of Ye Xiong's body in a state of recovery.

Fortunately, Ye Wuqiu and the phantom were blended, and they had the same breath, so he didn't feel too much discomfort.

The height of the sword peak is immeasurable, and its width alone is dozens of miles. People can't help but feel their own insignificance. And it's just a burial ground, and it's amazing.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a stone gate as high as nine zhang. The stone gate is simple and heavy, and a sense of vicissitudes of life comes from the face.

On one side of the stone gate, there is a stone plaque engraved with a line of ancient and complicated characters. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it is still clearly visible through the ages

Ye Wuqiu looked at it intently, and suddenly the blood river in his body sped up. As if there was a feeling, the stone plaque flashed with gray brilliance, and in a trance, those handwriting seemed to be beating, as if there was life.

"When the descendants of the Ye family come here, they should perform three bows and nine bows"

Ye Wuqiu thought for a moment and understood that this should be the words written by Ye Xiong's heir with his own divine recitation. His handwriting was infused with his spirit. Although the handwriting was ancient and untraceable, the divine thought resonated with him to know the meaning.

The realm of the engraver is very profound, and his divine thoughts have not been erased by time.

Ye Wuqiu immediately bowed and bowed three times and bowed nine times

After the ceremony was completed, the stone gate opened automatically with a rumbling sound.

It's not the darkness you imagined, and there's no eerie atmosphere. There are many stone pillars standing in the stone room, and each stone pillar has a fist-sized night pearl. They are emitting a soft light.

Ye Wuqiu stepped in, and he saw that the stone room was filled with immortal mist hundreds of zhang in size. A small stream is drawn from the mountain and flows along the channel into a small pond that has been carved out.

The stream is tinkling, and the aura is boiling, making people feel like they are in a fairyland. This is simply a blessed land, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and it is a treasure land for cultivation!

But at this time, there was no other sound in the stone room except for the sound of the stream flowing in the dingdong.

Along the edge of the stone chambers, there are several stone chambers carved into the mountain. Some stone doors are closed, others are open, but there is no sign of habitation.

Apparently, this was the place where the grave keepers lived, but for unknown reasons, they all left and never returned.

At the end of the view, from the outside to the inside, is a stone staircase carved out of the mountain. The closer you get to it, the stronger the sense of urgency becomes. Ye Wuqiu decided to get down to business first, and then look inside the stone house to see if there were any clues to their whereabouts.

Walking up the stone steps, the second layer is naturally filled with fairy mist, and the aura is rich and cannot be dissolved. The walls and stone pillars are decorated with night pearls that emit a soft glow.

The layout is similar to that of the first stone chamber, but the overall area is slightly smaller. It's still empty, and there's no one there.

Climbing up to the seventh floor in one breath, Ye Wuqiu stopped. By now, he had already understood that this stone chamber was a trapezoidal structure with a small top and a large bottom. According to this structure, Ye Xiong should be buried on the ninth floor.

Nine is the extreme, it is a symbol of nobility and supremeity, which is in line with Ye Xiong's prestige and status during his lifetime.

And this seventh layer is also extremely extraordinary, this is the place where Ye Xiong's sister-in-law lives in the tomb. It is quaint and generous, and there are no superfluous furnishings. But apart from the stone room, only one stone house was chiseled.

On one side of the stone wall, there are several lines of vigorous handwriting, albeit slightly cluttered. But if you look closely, this handwriting is consistent with the charm and shape of the handwriting engraved on the stone plaque outside the stone gate, and the divine thought is immortal

"Drunk with wind and rain, drunk with relatives, it is difficult to be filial and want to break the soul. It's a pity that the nostalgia is understandable, and a few times the dream is endowed with Xinghua Village. ”

Ye Wuqiu could imagine that on a stormy night, a person with the pain of losing his father borrowed wine to kill his sorrows. After getting drunk, thinking about the relatives who are separated from yin and yang, there is no day to get together, there is no concern for my father, and no one listens to even the thoughts of my hometown. And he only wants to dream back to the past in a drunken state, and does not want to suffer pain after waking up.

Ye Wuqiu couldn't help but burst into tears, this situation and this scene were exactly a portrayal of his reality.

Eventually, he wiped away his tears. Some hatred needs blood to pay for it. And what he needs is strength!

Without staying for long, Ye Wuqiu walked quickly to the eighth layer.

Some of the offerings are placed here. But as the years passed, even the utensils in which they were held were broken.

There are murals on the walls of the stone room, and the murals show the grand occasion of Ye Xiong being worshiped by all the spirits, and there is also the majestic wind of his conquest of the heavens. There is also a scene where he holds a silver spear and fights with the three supreme beings under the starry sky. In the end, the two of them lay in the void, and the other also reached the point of running out of oil and lamps.

And until he died, he still stood proudly in the heavens and the earth.

Then all the spirits wept over it, and the heavens mourned with it. People spontaneously built a monument to him to praise his great achievements

Time is the most merciless, it buries everything into the ruins of history!

On the ninth floor, Ye Wuqiu was approaching. At this time, he was a little apprehensive, a little sad. With the heart of pilgrimage, there is also the sorrow of family sacrifice! For a while, there were mixed tastes.

Here is buried a generation of Tianjiao Ye Xiong, the man who has left countless legends and deeds! Will his arrival bring him a hint of the possibility of changing his life?

He shook his head and dispelled the distractions in his mind. Now he can only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

On the ninth floor, there is a dark sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus is three feet long and nine feet wide. I don't know what kind of stone it is carved from, but it can independently swallow the immortal mist aura, nourish Ye Xiong's body, and try to use the power of time to dissolve the dead qi in his body!

And it almost completely cut off the death aura of Ye Xiong's corpse. Otherwise, this supreme being, even if he dies, he can turn a piece of the world into a forbidden place, and trespassers will die.

The front and back of the tomb wall are carved in relief carvings of the four sacred beasts of the green dragon, the white tiger, the Xuanwu and the Vermilion Bird according to the direction. It is the trend of the four gods arching and guarding

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The reliefs of the mythical beasts are lifelike, as if a real divine soul is sealed inside.

The pitch-black sarcophagus roared in the surging immortal qi, and Ye Xiong's immortal battle body seemed to be about to break out of the coffin!

When he got here, Ye Wuqiu could no longer control the phantom in his body. He was instantly peeled off from Ye Wuqiu's flesh and blood, turning into a blood-stained flesh and blood body with almost real form

He stepped out and was taken into the sarcophagus by Ye Xiong's immortal battle body!

The trembling corpse in the sarcophagus suddenly fell silent, extinguishing all breath.

At the same time, some illusory third charm dance emerges. She stood in front of the sarcophagus, her beautiful face with mixed feelings, and her big eyes full of nervousness.