Bursts of yellow light appeared in the waterhole, like bright lights, illuminating the dead and silent underground, and a fragrance of flowers hit, and chrysanthemums grew on the surface of the water.

The figure in coarse cloth stepped out of the water, and the stones on his body fell off as he walked.

The figure was dressed in a cloth robe, his hair was tied up in a wooden hairpin, and his face was full of stubble, looking rough and a little unkempt, but from his body, he could feel a literati temperament.

"Little friend, let's go forward together?" The man sends out an invitation.

It wasn't until the man approached that Xu Ling realized that he had no entity, and seemed to be an energy body like a primordial god.

"Yuan Shen, you need to refine your qi to reach the Divine Sea Realm before you can open it, this person's Yuan Shen is revealed, what step did he reach before he was alive?" Xu Ling muttered in his heart.

"I'm just a mortal, and by chance, I can keep my soul to this day." The man seemed to have seen through Xu Ling's thoughts.

"What do you call him?" Xu Ling asked.

"I like it when people call me Jingjie." The man smiled slightly, "No introduction, I know you." ”

"Hello Mr. Jingjie." Xu Ling learned from the ancients.

"You don't have to do any red tape." Mr. Jingjie spoke.

Xu Ling nodded, and the two walked side by side.

Mr. Jingjie's golden spirit illuminates the way ahead, and it is very wide and full of sculptures.

"These are all the same as Mr. Jingjie, and they are also living people?" Xu Ling asked.

"I'm not alive, and neither are these." Mr. Jingjie shook his head and said, "However, the years of their existence are far older than mine. ”

Xu Ling carefully analyzed, from the behavior of these stone carvings, it can be roughly seen that their way of life is very primitive, and they still live a life of drinking Mao Ru's blood.

"Taikoo Cave...... Are they all primeval people? Xu Ling said his conjecture.

Mr. Jingjie was silent, did not deny it, and did not admit it.

"A few of your friends are fine, and they rushed outside the underground river." Mr. Jingjie once again said what Xu Ling was thinking.

"Can you show me that book you have?" Mr. Jingjie asked.

"Books?" Xu Ling was puzzled, and soon he reacted that he only had the diary left by his grandfather, and what Mr. Jingjie should have said was the diary.

Xu Ling cherishes this diary very much, and he usually carries it in a plastic bag, so he doesn't get wet with water.

Mr. Jingjie took the diary and laughed heartily regardless of the image, "My old friend, the writing is still the same rotten, and the things he writes are bullshit." ”

"He's my grandfather." Xu Ling reminded.

"I know." Mr. Jingjie sighed, "It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't see him in this life, your grandfather can't write and write poetry, but he is a good hand at drinking." ”

"My grandfather still wants to never drink." Xu Ling was puzzled.

A lot of his self-disciplined personality was influenced by his grandfather, going to bed on time at nine o'clock and getting up on time at six o'clock.

Mr. Jingjie did not speak, his palm rubbed the diary, and he saw that the contents on it changed rapidly, and the font began to skew, as if it had come to life, jumping on the paper.

"Mr. Jingjie, what are you doing here?" Xu Ling was a little annoyed, although his grandfather's literary skills were not good, it would not be ruined.

Xu Ling wanted to stop it.

The aura emanating from Mr. Jingjie's body made it difficult for Xu Ling to get close to half a foot in front of him.

Until half an hour passed, the contents of the diary were no longer the same.

Mr. Jingjie returned the diary to Xu Ling, "This is what your grandfather meant." ”

Xu Ling wanted to be angry, so he took the diary and carefully looked at the contents on it, and suddenly, his mind roared, now this is still a diary.

The words that wind like ghost drawings on it seem to carry the avenue, as if telling the truth of the world.

Countless famous mountains and rivers passed through his mind, Wuling Mountain, Emei, Changbai Mountain...... A mysterious pattern, like the veins of the mountains, and finally, under a great force, converge into a point, and turn into a majestic force, and the stars of the heavens turn into powder.

Only the runes were left indestructible.

"This is ......" Xu Ling was shocked.

He never thought that what seemed to be an ordinary diary turned out to be an existence comparable to a book from heaven.

If you master all the power on it, it will definitely have the power of the heavens and the earth.

"If I remember correctly, he once boasted to me that this is called the Funeral Sutra." Mr. Jingjie said, "With the help of the great power of heaven and earth, it can reach an incredible level." ”

Xu Ling continued to flip through it, and he could recognize the seemingly inexplicable words on it at a glance.

"The mourner, the hidden, the angry ......"

Xu Ling muttered, "Isn't this used to show people the cemetery?" ”

"It's just appearances." Mr. Jingjie shook his head.

"Why only half?" Xu Ling saw half of it, and the content behind it was cut raw.

"When the moon is full, it is lost, the cause and effect of this funeral scripture is too great, and part of it is cut off by the Tao in the underworld." Mr. Jingjie said.

Xu Ling digested it, he looked at Mr. Jingjie, and felt that there was an unreal feeling.

"You said you were good friends with my grandfather, but my grandfather passed away a few years ago." Xu Ling voiced his doubts.

"Appearances." Mr. Jingjie did not explain.

"Could it be that my grandfather is an old immortal who has lived for nearly half of the ancient history?" Xu Ling muttered in his heart, otherwise how could he explain that his grandfather knew this Mr. Jingjie.

As the two walked, a towering stone gate appeared in front of them, without any lines, as if they were formed naturally, and the stone statues on both sides had collapsed.

The ground, full of dry bones, remained the same as before, and they were pushing the stone door to open it.

The stone gate was half-hidden, and it was dark, and I didn't know where it led.

Mr. Jingjie's spiritual light is also difficult to illuminate the way forward.

Mr. Jingjie looked up and bowed deeply.

Xu Ling looked at it, the majestic Shimen Mountain, nailed with half a human skin, I don't know how many years have passed, and the blood on it has still not dried up.

The human skin was covered with scars, very hideous, as if it had undergone Ling Chi before his death, and the other half of the human skin was missing.

But even so, the battle intent emanating from the human skin is still awe-inspiring, and it seems that I can see the scene of this manpower fighting the sky and tearing the sun and the moon in his mind.

"There is a primitive aura, this person seems to be a qi refiner." Xu Ling frowned.

"Not a pure Qi Refiner." Mr. Jingjie shook his head, "He is the pioneer of the human race. ”

"He fell on the road, and was spurned by the world, and bore the reproach of all ages." Mr. Jingjie looked at Xu Ling with deep meaning.

Xu Ling's heart was inexplicably touched.

"Alright, it's time for me to leave." Mr. Jingjie took a step, and his primordial spirit burned, as if the divine furnace was burning.

The burial scripture in Xu Ling's hand also floated in mid-air, and a mysterious power turned into a little crystal rain and dew, pouring on the dry bones.

Thousands of dry bones on the ground moved, as if resurrected, they got up again, one of the dry bones, picked up the broken flag on the ground, and under the leadership of Mr. Jingjie, sank into the stone gate.