By the way, hurry up and find the main burial chamber, before, those ghost-faced women didn't say anything about living sacrifices or anything, Huang Qing couldn't help it, the first emperor, it is estimated that he has used a lot of living sacrifices.

Since they have come, even Mo Jiu has said that there are heavy treasures in this place, and Huang Qingwan will not return empty-handed that day.

If you don't dig two baby bumps or something, you're sorry for yourself.

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In the ancient city, at this time, the yin wind was everywhere, and the poisonous mist formed by the corpse qi was everywhere, and the blood-red lanterns flickered and disappeared in the mist.

The figure of a man, as if appearing out of thin air, swiped it, and stood above the city gate.

The man, who was only about 1.76 meters long, wore a blue and ink-colored robe, lined with a white undershirt as white as snow.

His hair, as black as ink, had a few strands of silver, as if it had been dyed, full of strands, and was curled up casually with a jasper hairpin.

And the flowing oblique bangs on the forehead hang down to the chin.

The man's face was very pale, he looked like he was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with deep dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like a sick man who indulged in excessive desire.

The natural eyeliner is very dark, the lines are very smooth, and the deep dark circles under the eyes make him look like he has his own smoky makeup.

In fact, in general, he is still full of beauty, but it just gives people a very gloomy feeling, so people will feel a little repulsed from the heart.

His right hand, with only four fingers, dragged a chain in his hand, and on the chain, a string of spiritual cultivators and demon clans of no low level were locked.

There are men and women, young and old, and there are about 30 people in total.

Those people looked like they had been stripped of their souls, and they were in chains, looking very wooden.

"Brush, brush—" At that moment, the ghost-faced women, stepping on the eerie blood-red lanterns, flew towards him.

They didn't dare to go up to the tower, their bodies hung in the air, and they glanced at the man, looking very respectful.

"My lord, I have brought so many living sacrifices this time, I believe that the day of the resurrection of the First Emperor will not be far away." The ghost-faced women spoke, looking a little excited.

"You guys, why are there six people missing?" The man glanced at them casually, and his voice sounded like his man, all of them sounding sick.

"My lord, a few soul-cultivators who don't know whether they are alive or dead just now, one of them is a man, and he destroyed our six sisters with a single whip." The women spoke in unison.

"Man, whip?" Hearing them say this, the sick man's tone couldn't help but be a little higher.

There was silence for a moment, only to hear him ask again, "What kind of man is it?" ”

"Silver hair, cold ice blue eyes, a totem in the center of the eyebrows, a seven-headed little blue bird and a very amazing-looking woman by his side."

"Huh?" The man hummed weirdly, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly, he originally belonged to the category of delicate, and the smoky makeup that came with it made him look a little feminine.

No wonder he felt a very unhappy aura from the moment he stepped into the imperial tomb, rushing to his face.

I didn't expect that Mo Jiu's brother would come here?

This is the Southern Wilderness Continent, how did he come here?

The woman who followed him was Mo Yanyin?