- Emperor, pioneer, backing. Outcasts who escaped, turtles. Since I am king, let me share the troubles with the people.

This sentence is the last sentence that the last emperor in the world, Shen Yin He'an, decided to stay in the infected area and accompany the infected subjects to live and die together, and the last words to all the super-powerful people.

After saying that, he walked into the infected area without hesitation and did not look back.

In today's Shenwu world, there are several major factions, among which the most powerful coexistence faction is madly advocating Shenyin He'an.

The members of the coexistence faction are almost all descendants of the original Gu Xia Kingdom.

After going to the Shenwu Realm, the coexistence faction will never have an emperor, because in their hearts, Shenyin Hean is the eternal emperor.

And the last sentence left by Shen Yin He'an to them was also written in the textbook by them, and it was used to warn and educate future generations, so that they could remember the merits and contributions of Shen Yin He'an, and let them remember the sacrifice of the infected.

When Huo Wen'an finished saying this, the entire sacrificial tower seemed to become silent.

Immediately after, there was a clattering sound of a mechanism coming from the carved wooden wall in front of them.

Song Chi's eyes were full of astonishment, he suddenly looked back at Huo Wen'an, and blurted out, "What did you just say, what is that?" ”

Song Chi had never heard this sentence, and he said thoughtfully: "I don't read much, I probably haven't read either, and I don't know much about history." ”

Song Chi asked Xu Xingguang: "Boss, do you know which celebrity said this?" ”

Xu Xingguang didn't know either, but she guessed, "Shen Yin He'an." ”

"Shen Yin Hean." Song Chi frowned, and he said: "If it weren't for the fact that there was a fault in civilization, the name of Shenyin He'an would have appeared frequently in history books. ”

But in the history books of the secular world, there is not even the name of this man.

How sad.

"Uncle." Song Chi was full of doubts, "How do you know what Shenyin He'an said?" ”

Huo Wenan himself couldn't say why.

He glanced at Xu Xingguang, and had a deeper guess in his heart.

Click-

Click-

The mechanism inside the carved wall makes a continuous sound of percussion, which sounds like a piece of porcelain beating, a piece of music.

Xu Xingguang closed her eyes, her fingertips played the non-existent piano in the void, and she remembered the melody on the spot with a super memory.

When she opened her eyes, she was deeply shocked, "This should be a fragment of a requiem." ”

"Requiem?" Song Chi didn't understand the rhythm, he asked: "The so-called requiem song, is it just a simple song, or does it really have the power of soul suppression?" ”

"I can't say, there are a lot of messy requiems circulating in this world, but those songs are just ordinary music. As far as I know, there are indeed people who can create requiems, but the creators of such songs are people with strong mental strength. ”

On the Holy Spirit Continent, there are some cultivators who can use their spiritual power to condense musical instruments and compose music. And the music they create with their spiritual power has all kinds of miraculous effects.

I just don't know if this requiem has the effect of calming the soul.

Thundered!

The carved wooden wall in front of them unexpectedly split apart automatically, turning into countless lifelike flowers. The flowers are tightly connected to form a carved wooden staircase.

Stairs lead to the top of the Altar.

The three of them glanced at each other, Huo Wen'an put away his lazy look, and said, "I'm in front, Starlight follows me, Song Chi, you are behind." ”

"Okay."

The shape of the wood carved staircase is strange and complex, and it is not smooth to step on, but Huo Wen'an walks calmly and calmly with every step.

Xu Xingguang and Song Chi followed his footprints step by step.

At the end of the carved wooden staircase is a circular altar with a pitch-black coffin on it.

The three of them stared at the coffin, and they didn't dare to take it lightly.

Song Chi took out a handful of mints from his pocket and sprinkled them on the ground, and the mints arrived at the coffin smoothly, without seeing the mechanism activate.

"There is no mechanism." Xu Xingguang said: "Locks are the most complicated and difficult to break mechanisms in the world. ”

"Because it's not necessary."

The people who can successfully open the lock and enter the interior are the descendants of the trusted descendants of the closed space.

If it weren't for the descendants of later generations, those who could break through the locks and break into the interior with their own skills, other organs would not be able to defeat them.

Nodding, Song Chi said that he had learned new knowledge today.

Walking towards the pitch-black sarcophagus, Huo Wenan tried to push it, but he only pushed the coffin board an inch with all his might.

The three of them worked together to move the coffin board.

Song Chichao glanced curiously at the inside of the coffin and exclaimed, "How come! ”

"Huh?" Huo Wen'an turned his head slightly to look at the black coffin, but he didn't see the emperor's white bones.

There's only one sword in there.

"It's the sword mound. The real Shenyin He'an had already jumped into the Kunze Mountain Range, and this sword should be his sword before his death. ”

Xu Xingguang said to Song Chi: "Pick it up and take a look." ”

Song Chi hesitated slightly, and then reached out to take the sword.

As soon as his fingertips touched the blade of the sword, the back of his hand was burned by an invisible flame aura. "Shhh Song Chi withdrew his hand suddenly, turned over the back of his hand and saw that the skin on the back of his hand was scorched.

Song Chi's expression kept changing.

Xu Xingguang acted like a trick, took out a small ointment from his pocket and threw it to Song Chi, "Apply it, it will scab over tomorrow." ”

Song Chi nodded.

Xu Xingguang said to Huo Wenan again: "You go and try." ”

Huo Wenan didn't hesitate at all, and directly reached out to take the sword.

When he held all the hilts of the sword in his hands, Song Chi didn't wait for Huo Wen'an to be injured.

He looked strange.

This sword recognizes the Lord.

Huo Wen'an is its owner.

Song Chi was not stupid, thinking of what Huo Wen'an said earlier, and the reaction of this sword, he guessed Huo Wen'an's identity.

What Huo Wen'an held in his hand was a sword that was similar in shape to a bamboo knot and made of non-iron and non-steel.

The body of the sword is pitch black, and the word 'Shen Yin' is written on the hilt of the sword in red.

"Do you feel anything?" Xu Xingguang asked Huo Wen'an.

Huo Wenan shook his head, "No, I just think it's quite heavy." ”

"How?"

Huo Wenan handed the sword to Xu Xingguang, and he said, "You try." ”

Rao is Xu Xingguang was mentally prepared, but when the sword fell into the palm of her hand, it still pressed her entire arm soft.

She frowned, exerting all her strength before she could barely pick it up.

"It's Fei Tie, a very rare meteorite iron, I once knew a man who had a longbow made of Fei Tie, and when the bow was full, it had a range of thousands of miles."

"Fitie is the perfect meteorite for making weapons, because it has also broken out in a great battle with heavy deaths." That's a piece of interstellar history.

"I didn't expect that Shenyin He'an would have such a good baby."

Huo Wen'an saw that Xu Xingguang's forehead was sweating with all his strength, and he hurriedly took the sword away. "It's weird, I just think it's a little heavy, but it's nowhere near enough to not be able to hold it."

"Because it confesses the Lord."

It confesses the Lord.

Xu Xingguang almost didn't directly point out Huo Wen'an's other identity.

Huo Wen'an felt incredible, he said: "How can a person who died two thousand years ago come back to life? He still couldn't believe that he was Shenyin Hean.

Song Chi's words were astonishing: "How can you be sure that Shenyin He'an died after jumping into the Kunze Mountain Range?" ”

Song Chi's thinking was wild, he said: "Don't you say Zhang Zhiyi, the alien meteorite is very evil, and many people have awakened their super abilities. Maybe after Shen Yin He'an jumped in, he didn't really die? His body has undergone a new mutation, and after two thousand years of slumber, he has become you? ”

"At this point, we can't look at the world with normal eyes." Song Ci wanted to smoke a cigarette very much, but the occasion was not right, he sighed with emotion: "Since I knew the existence of the secular world of gods and martial arts, my three views have been completely shattered. ”

Xu Xingguang also felt that Song Chi's analysis was very reasonable, she said: "Wang Yue died, his spiritual power changed, and he was successfully resurrected in You Jiaoyang's body. Then the god is hidden and He'an, and it is possible that he is not completely dead. Besides."

Xu Xingguang said with a smile: "The old helmsman can still make Her Royal Highness the princess pregnant, your life experience is destined to be extraordinary." ”

Huo Wen'an nodded Xu Xingguang's forehead, "Don't make trouble." ”

Xu Xingguang snorted, she walked to the coffin, put her head into the coffin, looked left and right, and suddenly said, "Song Chi, find a way to get some sunlight in." ”

Song Chi directly pulled out the gun on his waist and fired a shot at the corridor where he entered the door, the bullet pierced the tower behind the corridor, and a beam of sunlight shot in through the small hole.

Xu Xingguang took out the makeup mirror he was carrying with him and blocked the light.

She adjusted the amplitude of the mirror, and the light was refracted into the coffin.

On the pitch-black coffin, dark gold words appeared.

Seeing this, Huo Wen'an suddenly swung out with a sword, and the dome of the sacrificial tower above his head shattered. The scorching sun sprinkled down, and the pitch-black coffin flashed with golden light in an instant.

That's a lot of text.

"It's . What font? Song Chi didn't know those words at all.

Huo Wenan said: "This is an ancient Chinese character, I have seen it in the original work of "The Legend of Ancient Medicine". "In the real ancient medicine legend, all of them are in this font.

The ancient medicine legends they see now are all simplified versions.

"And what's written on it?"

Huo Wenan said again: "I don't know. "But Ye Mingluo knows.

Huo Wen'an is a science student, he is sensitive to numbers, and he is not interested in liberal arts and history. Later, he was brought back to the Huo family by Huo Canghai, and he learned the way of management and management.

He really didn't know.

Huo Wen'an touched his nose, and was rarely a little embarrassed.

Xu Xingguang whispered: "Two illiterate. She stood at the end of the coffin, stared at the golden fonts inside the coffin, and said in a deep voice—

[Shenyin Dynasty, in the winter of the nineteenth year of Anping, strange stones fell from the sky, fell in Kunze, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the sea roared, like the end of the world;

Black smoke billowed out, millions of corpses ambushed, fearful, sad.

In March of the following year, the supernatural came out and the dynasty was in turmoil. 】