Chapter 0077: Yan Guan is not empty

"Black Stone Yueyang, Kongsang is undefeated, Jiong is Zhengnan, Shepherd Evil Cang, Qi Gu Tears, Dagger Mixed Spirit Jade, Wu Xianshen, Yan Guan is not empty!" Every time he pronounced the name on a tombstone, he felt a shock in his heart, "The peerless God King Kongsang is undefeated, what a magnificent figure, there are seven comparable to it in the group of bone burial mounds." Who are the other seven people, wasn't Kong Sang undefeated the first person 600,000 years ago?"

"Almost all of these people are from the primeval god clan and the totem ancient clan, and they didn't grow up in the same era and never met. Dagger Mixed Spirit Jade existed 900,000 years ago, and the Black Stone Yueyang, Mu Xie Cang, Qi Gu Tear, and Wu Xian Shen existed in the ancient period 1.2 million years ago. Blackstone Yueyang is also a very terrifying and terrifying existence, and his combat power should not be under the undefeated Kongsang!"

If there has never been a battle, how can you talk about superiority, and it is difficult to say who is the first person.

"How can so many peerless god-king figures who are not of the same year and month all die and be buried here?" Meng Yu thought it was strange.

Xi Yan shook his head and said, "Of course they didn't all fall here! This is a difficult mystery to solve, who buried the bones of these peerless characters here, and why they are buried here, is an unknown secret!"

"Shepherd evil cang, shepherd evil ......" Meng Yu felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

Xiyan: "The peerless god king Mu Evil Cang, the immortal legend of the Yangzhou Dongchuan Shepherd Evil God Clan." When he was born in his mother's womb, he had the cultivation of the early stage of extinction, and the starting point of his cultivation was unprecedented. The cultivation speed is also amazingly fast, and in just one hundred years, he has stepped into the realm of Heavenly Silence, and after that, he has done something famous in Kyushu!"

When the mother's womb was born, she had the early cultivation of extinction, and she was really a character who made Kyushu vomit endless blood.

How many cultivators have exhausted six thousand years of immortal lifespan in their lifetimes, and they still can't enter the realm of divine nirvana, but they have it since birth.

"What, as soon as he was born, he was in the early stage of the extinction of the Divine Nirvana Realm! When most people were born, they didn't have the strength to climb!" Meng Yu was shocked when he heard this, "What other terrible things did he do in Kyushu?"

Xi Yan: "With the power of one person, dig up a Heavenly Palace Relic Palace, move it back to the Shepherd Evil Earth City, where the Shepherd Evil God Clan is located, and transform it into his dormitory!"

"Uh, this ...... This shepherd is too violent, he dares to transform the palace of 'heaven' into his own dormitory, if 'heaven' knows, he will definitely be so angry that he vomits blood!"

Xi Yan bowed his head and said, "There is indeed a well in the Shepherd Evil Earth City, which is the forbidden land of the Shepherd Evil God Clan. Is there something wrong?"

Hearing the words "Shepherd Evil Earth City", Meng Yu finally thought of why the words "Shepherd Evil Cang" were a little familiar, because Du Yitian's hometown was called "Shepherd Evil Earth City".

That is the place where Du Yitian's desolate team returned after three thousand years of bloody battles, that is the place where Yin Jing'er waited for Du Yitian for three thousand years, and that is where the old wine worm set up a stall to sell runes.

Meng Yu has presented that period of the past in his mind, and it can be concluded that the "Shepherd Evil Earth City" is in Zhongzhou in ancient times, and the Yangzhou Shepherd Evil God Clan is stationed outside Zhongzhou, which is not only called "Shepherd Evil Earth City", but also has a "Mingji Well", how can it not be surprising?

"There's nothing wrong with that. Yan Guan is not empty, what era is Yan Guan not empty?" The seven people of the eight famous tombs, Xi Yan all said that he had been alive for about the years, but only Yan Guan was not empty.

"Yan Guan is not empty, Yan Guan is not empty...... I haven't heard of this name!" Xi Yan thought for a long time, and couldn't think of a record about Yan Guan's emptiness, "This may be a name that has been forgotten by the world." In the long years since ancient times, many strong people who have cultivated to the world have not left any records and are not known to the world. Could it be that person is him......"

Yan Guan is not empty, Xi Yan seems to think of an existence, but he did not say it.

"Since it is not known to the world, how can there be a name engraved on the tombstone. Meng Yu muttered to himself and said, "Shouldn't you write one yourself?"

Meng Yu's eyes looked at the tombstone engraved with the words Black Stone Yueyang for a long time, and he sighed in his heart: "Black Stone Yueyang, the peerless demon king, the combat power is not under the undefeated peerless god king Kongsang, could it be the demon king Heishi who broke the hell with his hands in one go?

"Hurry up and take all the shrines, I won't be able to hold it anymore!" The weak voice came into the ears of the forgiveness again.

Only then did Meng Yu and Xiyan discover that a man in a green robe was sitting on the edge of the grave on the other side of the pond, his body as old as a dead tree, and a breeze might turn him to ashes.

Vicious yin qi continued to erupt from where he was.

Xi Yan looked frightened, and his ice lips trembled slightly: "He is blocking a yin door!"

"Yin Gate, is there still a ghost?" Meng Yu didn't put the ghost in his eyes, and said: "We are gods, and the immortals kill as many as they want, and ghosts are things that mortals are afraid of." ”

Xiyan shook his head and said, "You still quibble when you say that you are from Zhongzhou, what you are talking about is just a ghost." In the eight states of heaven and earth outside Zhongzhou, in addition to mortal ghosts, there may also be immortals, ghosts, gods and ghosts, and even heavenly ghosts. ”

Meng Yu was shocked when he heard this, and said: "You mean that the existence of the Immortal Transformation Realm, the Divine Nirvana Realm, and even the Heavenly Silence Realm may also turn into a powerful ghost after death like some mortals?

"Compared with mortal ghosts, the appearance of fairy ghosts, gods and ghosts, and heavenly ghosts is more difficult than the other. The possibility of the appearance of gods and ghosts is comparable to that of the powerhouses of the Heavenly Silence Realm, less than a hundred in millions of years, and the possibility of the appearance of heavenly ghosts is comparable to that of the Yinyin Seal Emperor. There must be a strong person with corresponding cultivation who dies in the ghostly Jedi of the extreme cathode to give birth to such a terrifying existence that should not exist. She was as arrogant as the sunset, and she was arrogant about taking one of the primeval gods to practice the war, and when she spoke, there was also a trace of horror in her eyes.

"Kamizuka? Could it be the existence of these pearls of glittering divine light? Meng Yu had never heard of such a thing as a shrine, and after grabbing a shrine in his hand, his eyes lit up: "Ah, it contains an incomparably rich essence, as if it is also sealed with a Taoist inheritance, and the legendary relics!"

"Relic, that's the name of the Buddhist sect for the Dao Mound!" Xi Yan looked at the dozens of flying mounds in front of him, and his longing eyes were no less than the divine medicine, "Dao Mound, that is what remains in the world after the cultivator's longevity is exhausted and the circle is gone." The Dao Mound contains the aura of heaven and earth that cultivators have cultivated all their lives to absorb and refine, and it is the most essential part. It is possible that the Dao Mound retains the life perception of the cultivator, and if it exists, it is comparable to one or even several cultivation masterpieces, or even the supreme ancient scriptures. The realm of immortal metamorphosis is gone, leaving behind the immortal mound, and the realm of divine nirvana is deceased, leaving behind is the shrine. The Divine Tomb can be called a treasure of the world! When cultivating, there is a Tomb to absorb, and it will definitely have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort. The essence contained in the mound is the essence that has been absorbed and refined, and it is several times easier than absorbing the ordinary heaven and earth aura. ”

"Ah, isn't that shrine more precious than the divine medicine?" Meng Yu was overjoyed when he heard this, looking at the dozens of shrines, his eyes were full of essence, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"The magic medicine is no worse than the divine mound!" Xiyan shook his head and said, "The mound has been buried for a long time, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and it will transform into medicine. The immortal mound becomes a miracle medicine, and the shrine becomes a miracle medicine. Medicine is the stage of survival after the mound, how can it be worse than the mound after the release of the mound's most lush, they have their own wonderful uses! Medicine is not like the mound, it can survive for thousands of years, and if you don't get a good pregnancy, it will decay and dissipate in a few days, or even between the white horses. The number of medicines in the world is far less than that of mounds, and it is far more difficult to obtain than mounds, and medicines are more valuable than mounds most of the time. ”

"You should have told me the origin of the mound and the medicine!" Meng Yu was glad to have picked all those magic medicines, the mound is the relics left over when he practiced for a lifetime, and the medicine is the end of the mound Huacai, and if he misses the magic medicine, he will really regret that his intestines are green, and the shrine must not be let go.

"A cultivator's Dao mound, can it only be formed after death?" Meng Yu suddenly thought of the Dan core that had been condensed in his dantian qi sea after he broke through the Immortal Transformation Realm and stepped into the Divine Nirvana realm, and he had never known what it was.

"Of course not, otherwise how could there be a Dao core in your Dantian Qi Sea. Xiyan glanced at the place where the Dantian Qi Sea was pardoned, and said: "The Dao Core is the Dao Tomb of the cultivator during his lifetime, and the Divine Nirvana Realm is divided into three stages: the Extinction Period, the Death Period, and the Nirvana Period, and each stage is divided into three stages: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage, and each stage can give birth to a Dao core. A Dao Core like you is in the early stage of extinction, while a Nine Dao Core is in the late stage of Nirvana. Regardless of the extinction period, the decay period, or the nirvana period, there is only one Dao mound left after the death. Of course, the Dao Mound formed by one or two Dao cores and the Dao Mound formed by seven or eight Dao cores are not the same concept at all. ”

Rumble!

Just as he was about to start collecting the shrines, a bang came from within the tombs.

One of the eight graves exploded, and the sky was filled with dust.

Ah, when the dust had dispersed, there was a man standing!

"Poof, poof, my Yan Guan is not empty, is he a human or a ghost?, isn't Lao Tzu obviously dead, how can he live again!" The grave that exploded was not someone else's, it was that Yan Guan was not empty.

Yan Guan was covered in dust, his clothes were torn, and he was unkempt, and he was no more surprised than he was surprised by the fact that he was living out of the grave. "Damn, who did it, who did it, let me live!"

A person who had originally died popped out of the tomb of Suixi Furukawa, and the rumor that it would definitely make the entire Mingzhou boil.

Yan Guan is not empty of the tomb, the style is not under the peerless god king, in the era when no master of the Heavenly Silence Realm has been born since ancient times, Yan Guan is definitely invincible.

"Who, who, that kid said you, didn't you say that no one wrote the name of the tomb for me just now, I wrote it myself!" Yan Guan Bukong strode towards Meng Yu, and the absurd song killing rhyme treated him as if it didn't exist at all, snatched the shrine in Meng Yu's hand, and took a big mouth, and all the remaining shrines flew towards him and submerged into his mouth. He stared at Meng Yu for a while, very excited: "Wow, you kid is a freak, there are so many good things in your body!"

Yan Guan Bukong was extremely happy, as if he had seen through everything in Meng Yu's body, and suddenly his face changed, and he sniffed Meng Yu with his nose, "This blood is hers, you have left her mark on your body, isn't that woman completely dead? Depressed, so many magic medicines! Hey, since you are alive, live a few more days, don't touch her things first!"

"Blood, do you mean the blood of the Emperor's War that built the bloody handprint?" Meng Yu's heart was turbulent, and he hurriedly asked: "Who, who is the master of the Emperor's War Blood?"

"She, a ** to the point that she can't be *** terrifying woman anymore, a very fierce woman! Who is it, you can ask her to go!" Yan Guan Bukong let go of the pardon, looked at the person who blocked the Yin Gate, and ran away with a smoke, "Boy, you give me these magic pills to take care of pregnancy, if I am sure that the ** fierce woman is dead in the future, I will definitely come to get it." Run, he's coming!"

The Yan official who popped out of the tomb was not empty, and there was no peerless figure at all, he was alive like a frolicking young man, and he was stunned to see it.

is as arrogant as the sunset, and in front of Yan Guan Bukong, he doesn't even dare to gasp.

"Boom!" The yin door opened, the ghostly light rushed to the sky, the ghost wind attacked wildly, the turbid yellow dark clouds were overwhelming, and the ghost heroes reverberated wave after wave, reverberating endlessly.