"The "Singularity" in the Lionheart Emperor's coffin was triggered......"

Wu Daozi pursed his lips a little nervously, but he didn't expect that even the specific landing point of the Dragon Sutra could not be deduced, but it was calculated by Ning Yi.

He was very worried, he didn't know how many prohibitions there were in this small world, and if he accidentally triggered any killing array again, it would attract a vision that was even more terrifying than the Yin soldiers rushing into the formation......

Wu Daozi couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.

The heavy rain in the sky, the rain is connected into a line, frozen between heaven and earth at this moment, and the water droplets are full and distinct, as if time stands still.

The wind was still blowing in the savannah, the blades of grass were flying, and the whitening frost grass swept high in the air, cutting through the rain curtain.

The general in the pitch-black python robe had a solemn face, his hands were on the end of the sword box inserted into the earth, looking at the coffin of the Lionheart King in the distance, and the sword qi around him was cutting raindrops.

The feminine general in Panasonic posture, his eyes were red, his lips were pursed, and his pale cheeks were mixed with droplets of water that I didn't know if it was tears or rain, and he straightened his back, and his heavy armor and bones slowly made a crunching sound......

There was silence on the prairie.

The singularity of this tomb was opened, and the silent grassland of the ages slowly stopped all the operation, and all the animistic creatures seemed to stop, stop and look into the distance, looking at Ning Yi and Wu Daozi.

Wisps of dark light bloomed around, as if in this perennial depleted place, a stunning flower bloomed, and the center of the coffin was the flower bud.

Ning Yi held the side of the coffin with both hands, he stared at the Lionheart Emperor who was long and closed in the coffin, and said seriously: "Thank you...... Thank you. ”

The pale face of the Lionheart Emperor was wet with a drop of rain.

He seemed to smile.

On the grassland, the general raised his head with a solemn face, drew his weapon, and walked into the mist without looking back, the goshawk screamed and mediated, and the hooves of the war horse beat the ground.

The gloomy mist rolls in—

The light wrapped Ning Yi and Wu Daozi and left here.

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The bottom of the empty tomb was not a large and small cave near the sword, but a return to the original cemetery of the four major academies.

Dust swaying.

This is also a forbidden place, but when they came here, Ning Yi and Wu Daozi were greatly relieved, the tense nerves relaxed, and the monk gasped, held his knees, bent down and muttered: "Even if you give Lao Tzu ten more dares, you won't dare to go to the imperial mausoleum again...... This is also infiltrating. ”

Ning Yi raised his head, rubbed his eyebrows, and finally he touched the bottom of the Lionheart King's coffin, and he didn't have a bottom in his heart...... He put away the grass clippings, if it weren't for this "big yang thing", then he and Wu Daozi would have been cool a long time ago.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rushed to kill in array on the prairie, even if they were great cultivators who ignited the life star, they couldn't resist this killing momentum at all, and they had to be pierced and picked on the spears, especially those majestic generals, who followed the Lionheart King in the north to fight before their deaths, and their cultivation was terrifyingly high, but after their deaths, they were restrained by all kinds of confinements and were restrained by the things of the Great Sun, so they had no choice but to get themselves.

Before Ning Yi left the Lionheart Tomb, he made a big move.

Just when the singularity was triggered, he left a mark on that end with Pei Annoying's "Son and Mother Array" talisman, that small world is extremely special, if possible, Ning Yi wants to go again......

He pinched the son-mother array talisman, this formation can open up two spaces and set up a new singularity, Ning Yi tried to sense it, a trace of imperceptible regret flashed in his eyes, and he really couldn't perceive it, the singularity in the tomb of the Lionheart King was like a corn husk in the vast sea of stars, and it was impossible to pick it out

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Although the Lionheart Emperor is generous and tolerant, he is willing to leave a life for those intruders who have the life to walk through his mausoleum to kill the formation, and is even willing to give creation, but he will never allow anyone to desecrate himself!

Ning Yi put away the talisman in his sleeve robe, he is now at the bottom of the academy tomb, maybe the inability to use the talisman is also related to the environment here.

"Ning Yi...... The fact that we successfully broke into the academy mausoleum cannot be passed on, and as for what I saw and heard in the mausoleum of the Lionheart, I will rot in my heart. Wu Daozi stared at Ning Yi and said seriously: "It is absolutely impossible for anyone to break into the imperial tomb, this is the common understanding of the Great Sui world for thousands of years, if this example is broken by us, it is very likely that the feng shui vein will be wiped out." ”

Ning Yi nodded, and he promised softly: "You can rest assured about this matter." ”

The monk nodded.

He looked around, looking at the huge tomb, the dusty antiquities, and all the things, covered with a layer of dust, which seemed ancient and vicissitudes, but at this moment, it seemed that they were no longer mysterious.

Wu Daozi's voice was cold with a hint of coldness.

"I thought it would be ...... The academy has the means to turn decay into magic, and it can really bring the dead back to life, even if it is only for a moment, I am willing. He smiled and laughed at himself: "In these tombs connected by singularities, some of the characters in the coffins are lying or placed in the coffins, some of them are great cultivators who have passed away for a long time and have been able to sleep peacefully, and some are people who have not been frozen for a long time, and they have not lived a long time, hiding here to survive. ”

Ning Yi pursed his lips.

"If Ying Tianfu, Songyang Academy, Yuelu Academy, and Bailu Cave Academy really encounter an irresistible blow, these ancient great cultivators may recover and come to bear some calamities for the heirs of future generations as 'old ancestors'. Wu Daozi lowered his eyebrows and muttered, "This is their hole card...... But which holy mountain doesn't have such hole cards?"

Ning Yi knows that there are many holy mountains, and the burial place is chosen at the foot of the Zongmen Mountain, but anyone who knows some techniques of hiding the heavenly machine and is not dead is a hole card buried by the sect.

"Even the Lionheart Emperor is inevitable...... In this world, there is really no real resurrection technique. Wu Daozi leaned against the stone wall, his eyes were blank, "The long river of time is irreversible, and the cultivation will eventually be empty." ”

Ning Yi didn't know how to comfort the monk, Wu Daozi's cultivation was not very profound, and he was willing to go in and out of the tombs of major holy places for a woman, running thousands of miles, if he was looking for a treasure weighing a thousand gold, he would have already found it.

But to find the so-called "art of resurrection", this story was destined to be a mirror from the beginning.

"Let's go......" Wu Daozi calmed down, grinned, merged the complete Dragon Quest, he found the exit singularity at the bottom of the tomb, from here he could return to Qingshan Mansion, and then hide his breath and leave Yingtian Mansion.

"Ning Yi, I haven't lost all hope, I heard that on the other side of the upside-down hanging sea, there are ancient ruins that can resurrect a person...... I carry the complete Dragon Sutra on my back, and I can get it anywhere in the world. Wu Daozi stared at Ning Yi and said, "There is something here, you saved my life in the imperial mausoleum...... I'll give it to you today. ”

Ning Yi watched the monk put one hand into the big sleeve, slowly stretched out a palm, and in the palm of his hand lay a shiny tortoise shell, this tortoise shell was only the size of a baby's fist, I don't know how much time it has been eroded, and the shell has left several extremely deep marks, which look like a knife chisel or sword marks.

"This tortoise shell was obtained from the Mausoleum of the Holy Mountain in the East that year...... I was greedy for a moment and couldn't help but reach for it. Wu Daozi's face was solemn, and he said word by word: "In the mausoleum of Guizhao Mountain, the Dragon Shaking Sutra and the Doubtful Dragon Sutra have not yet merged, and I deduced that among the sculptures of the first generation of the Holy Mountain Lord in the tomb, there is a great treasure, but I have not calculated the accompanying killing machine.....

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It was this treasure that caused me to lose a 'chance to fake animation' left to me by my master in vain. ”

Ning Yi took the tortoise shell and played with it carefully, his complexion was a little delicate, this tortoise shell was cool to the hand, without the slightest human fireworks, it didn't look ordinary at a glance, but the starlight couldn't be infused, it didn't accept any energy, it looked like a flashy ornament.

It's not good-looking, it's not easy to use.

Wu Daozi said seriously: "This tortoise shell is extremely strong, how can it be an ordinary product if it can make the Eastern Sacred Mountain Lord take action and suppress the treasure at the bottom of the entire Turtle Mountain Tomb?"

"It's just that I can't figure it out, how to use this tortoise shell ......" Speaking of this, the monk's voice was obviously a little embarrassed, and said: "You can use it, the eastern Gui Ling Mountain has been looking for hundreds of years, but I haven't found the treasure of the town tomb hidden in the sculpture, if you believe in the luck of luck, you are afraid of being implicated in the Gui Ling Mountain, you can also return the tortoise shell to me, I slowly explored." ”

When Ning Yi heard this, he hurriedly flipped the palm of his wrist, held the tortoise shell in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I promise to make this tortoise shell clear." ”

Extremely robust......

It seems useless, but in fact it is very useless......

Ning Yi thought of his bone flute at once, but now was not the time to inject divinity into the tortoise shell, he did not refuse the monk's kindness and accepted the tortoise shell.

"Are you going to leave Tiandu?" Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe it's to leave the Great Sui ......" Wu Daozi let out a depressed breath, he looked at the mausoleum, and muttered: "If I am tired and tired one day, and I am going to die, I will never dig a tomb for myself, and I will die dead, and I will make so many intrigues, are I tired?"

The monk smiled, he patted Ning Yi on the shoulder, "Life is a precious thing, you have to cherish it, don't just die...... It's a pity. ”

Ning Yi's face was a little complicated, he didn't understand what Wu Daozi meant by saying this to himself at this time......

"I'm sorry to Wen Tao. ”

Wu Daozi smiled warmly.

He touched the singularity, turned his head, looked at Ning Yi, and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "There is still ......"

"I'm actually half old with Xu Zang. ”

Wu Daozi's sleeve robe began to fly up slowly.

He smiled, lowered his head and muttered, "Maybe he doesn't know me at all?"

The monk let out a breath and said quietly: "I respect his choice back then, but I can't forgive him...... If it were me, I would have saved her. ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

He understood who the "she" in the monk's mouth was......

There is such a girl in this world, and she is the most compatible with the famous uncle of Shushan on the rivers and lakes.

At that time, the Great Sui was very big in the world, but there were only so few three or four names, which were like thunder.

The unattainable little uncle of the Sword Immortal, lonely and unstoppable, for many people, hateful and hateful, for a humble tomb robber, living in the dark for a long time, all the light and fire are scorching, so I only feel envious.

After walking the long road sought after by tens of thousands of people, I walked to the bottom of the lonely tomb.

Skeletons overflowing with fame and glamorous crowns, embracing new or decaying sediment.

The thief of fire steals the light of the whole world and shines on the monument of a man.

Wu Daozi no longer looked at Ning Yi, his palm against the wall, this time he left the Qingshan Mansion, he would still look for the art of resurrection, doing nothing, just to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

The humble can also love others.

People who are not loved can also love people.

Even if the girl doesn't know herself...... Actually, it doesn't matter.

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