Gu Yanting and Fu Yu were still immersed in Shen Yu's identity as the prince who had ascended thousands of years ago, and they did not recover.

Prince Er!

Shen Yu!

He's alive!

He is Wen Yi's lover!

Thoughts flew into the minds of the two of them, and Fu Yu and Gu Yanting always had a sense of disbelief and absurdity that history had fallen into reality.

The Ascended Immortals, the madmen who slaughtered millions of subjects in their country, and the Prince Shen Yu, who was regarded as 'unspeakable' by the six major sects, have been resurrected!

Indescribable shock and dismay welled up in their hearts, like a tide that frantically washed over their sea of knowledge.

No wonder they couldn't help but retreat when they saw Shen Yu at the beginning.

No wonder Shen Yu exuded a murderous aura and was so violent and ferocious.

No wonder Shen Yu waved lightly, and the dozens of monks above the Foundation Building Realm, including seven or eight Jindan Realm masters, and one Yuanying Realm master, were wiped out.

Absolute crushing, absolute strength, absolute strength!

When Fu Yu and Gu Yanting were immersed in the torrent of information and couldn't extricate themselves, Feng Ya knelt down even more reverently:

"Back to Your Highness, we are guilty."

They are mausoleum keepers, and entering the mausoleum of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince without permission is a matter that deserves death.

What's more, they also took the hilt of the Qianyuan Immortal Sword.

Without Shen Yu's permission, he often moved the artifact contaminated with the ruthless killing sword's violent and murderous aura, and it was reasonable to be cursed.

Wen Yi watched quietly, what she thought was that when she was in a cave with Feng Ya, Shen Yu should have sensed it, why didn't he sense the cursed aura on Feng Ya's body at that time?

At that time, Shen Yu did not appear, but hid in the fragments of the Qianyuan Immortal Sword in the state of a spirit, and did not get his own codex, and did not recover a certain memory.

This is the most likely.

"You deserve it." Shen Yu's cold face was extremely indifferent, and he was not deeply moved by the fact that these people had guarded the mausoleum for thousands of years.

Fengya and his people buried their heads low.

"Your Highness has taught you a lesson."

"Your Highness, we are guilty."

"Please forgive Your Highness!"

“......”

The voices of those begging for mercy, reproaching themselves, and guilt sounded humbly, and each of them bowed down reverently, praying to the great god to lift the curse from them.

When everyone looked down, Wen Yi found their necks, backs, arms, and calves...... There were dense wounds everywhere they were exposed, and those wounds opened hideously, like a large mouth of blood.

There was no pus or inflammation around the wound, and there was no blood flowing out, but it was very hideous and terrifying, especially near the bones, where some white flesh and bones could be faintly seen.

Wen Yi said secretly: Is this the curse of the Ruthless Killing Sword?

It hurts to look at.

"Fengya, get up and take us to the mausoleum of His Royal Highness the Prince." The thermometer is open.

At this time, she felt that what she needed most was to appease Shen Yu's mania and violence in her heart.

After all, according to Shen Yu's habits, most of them chose to kill these mausoleum guards and punish them when they encountered this kind of thing.

Feng Ya nodded and said, "That...... Please return to the garrison with me first, because it takes a full moon to enter the mausoleum, and at that time, you can borrow the power of the moonlight to open the mausoleum. ”

Feng Li's voice is getting lower and lower, and in the end, everyone doesn't dare to come out.

Fear, fear, trembling from the soul.

Saying in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to open his mausoleum, isn't this looking for death?!

Hearing this, Shen Yu's face was expressionless, and his face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist, making it impossible to distinguish what the expression was, and even Wen Yi couldn't see through it.

Feng Li led the way in front, and Wen Yi and Shen Yu walked side by side.

Fu Yu and Gu Yanting glanced at each other and followed behind them unhurriedly.

Walk through a series of lost forests, bypass a few more levels, and finally come to a Gangnam-style idyllic village.

Everyone looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

When they saw Shen Yu's appearance clearly, these people who were working in the fields, or driving cattle, horses and sheep to graze, or playing knelt on the ground.

Everyone raised their arms and shouted, "Meet His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Shen Yu's expression was still indifferent, he looked at everyone coldly, and walked to the pond of the village under the guidance of Feng Ya with arrogant steps.

An old man who was nearly half a hundred years old greeted him, he glanced Shen Yu up and down, and suddenly threw himself to the ground, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Everyone knelt down one by one, and everyone's face was full of respect and adoration.

Wen Yi's heart was shocked.

Even under the premise that the mortal world and the immortal cultivation realm have disappeared for thousands of years, and Shen Yu's influence is not as good as before, there are still so many believers.

"Who are you in charge of?"

Feng Ya took a step forward, "The previous patriarch gave me the position and asked me to lead the clan to guard your tomb together. ”

"Aren't you a sand thief?" Wen Yi asked.

Feng Ya said respectfully: "Although the clansmen live and work in peace and contentment in this worldly peach forest, they can only guarantee their basic living needs, and their spiritual desires need to be exchanged for going through the Longyan Desert to Mingyue City.

And I led some of my clansmen with spiritual powers to disguise themselves as sand thieves, on the one hand, to search for gold and silver treasures in the desert full of treasures, and on the other hand, to communicate with the world, so as not to lose touch with the whole world. ”

This is the lesson of blood.

Thousands of years ago, there were several clans that guarded the Dragonfire Desert.

Three of the clans did not intermarry with the outside world for many years, so that the offspring born were deformed, mentally handicapped, and extremely low in cultivation, and gradually the clan completely disappeared, and did not leave a word until death.

Other clans are also not allowed to intermarry with the outside world, but occasionally let a few people come out to find a new world, and they are used to seeing the prosperity outside, so they naturally can't abide by their hearts and continue to guard the tomb in peace.

As a result, those clansmen gradually moved away from the Moon Oasis and disappeared completely.

Feng Ya's vein is the only mausoleum keeper who helps Shen Yu guard the mausoleum.

After listening to Feng Ya's explanation, everyone was a little embarrassed and a little stunned.

"Why don't you leave?" This was the first sentence that Shen Yu had said since he entered the village.

"As a mausoleum keeper, you should serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for generations." Feng Ya said lightly: "It was predicted that you would definitely return to the world, and only you could unlock the curse on our clan, and I also asked His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be merciful and undo the bloodline curse for us." ”

The wounds on their bodies are usually not painful.

However, on the night of the full moon, the wound will crack open like crazy.

The feet have the idea of the feet, the hands have the way of the hands, they all want to be separated from the body and find freedom in each of them.

At first, the curse was not deep, but after thousands of years of accumulation, this curse has been deeply rooted, affecting the survival of everyone in the Moon Oasis.

They have been waiting for this day for nearly a thousand years.