Jiang Yu continued to move forward, and soon after, he looked stunned, and there were three roads in front of him, and he still couldn't see any clues as before.

This made it difficult for him to make a choice, and it was difficult for him to play a role here, and his divine consciousness cultivation was just beginning, and he had not undergone an astonishing transformation, and he could not detect the changes in the farther reaches of the three paths.

In the end, Jiang Yu still chose the leftmost path and walked down. No matter how much he delves into it, there will be no results, and his means have been exhausted.

The situation has changed dramatically, and countless stone steps have appeared, crisscrossing without making people feel congested. He sighed secretly, the person who arranged this formation was really atmospheric, and it was secretly in line with the supreme truth of one life and two, two and three, and three things. There are endless changes, and no matter which path you take, you may face countless tests.

Jiang Yu was not disturbed by the vision, and continued to walk along the road on the far left, and everything was unknown until the end.

This road is endless, and there is no danger on the way, but Jiang Yu is becoming more and more frightened. Although he didn't dabble in the formation, he felt that the mysteries were endless. Even regardless of the realm, this person may be able to discuss the Tao in a formation and reach the top.

The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, Jiang Yu raised his eyes and looked at each other, a huge palace stood not far away, majestic, simple and unpretentious, and the sense of vicissitudes came to his face, as if the dust was sealed with an unknown past.

He entered the main hall, as small as if he was in the middle of a vast ocean, and the nine coiling dragon pillars went straight into the clouds, supporting the entire hall, and nine golden dragons were carved on them, lifelike, as if they were about to break the pillars and take off.

In the center, a sarcophagus is placed upright, which is extremely strange. Normal coffins are placed flat, sitting north and facing south, and this sarcophagus is placed standing for some reason, which makes him unexpected.

The sarcophagus is nine zhang high and five zhang wide, and there are four big characters engraved on it:

Lord of the Mirror!

Jiang Yu was creepy, and the sweat on his back was unbelievable. The name of the Lord of the Mirror is too big, and the world he is in is rumored to be a space that the Lord of the Mirror has refined by earth-shattering means. Such a great power can be called an earth-shattering gesture, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.

He is the most prestigious person since the ancestor of the demon clan, nearly 100,000 years ago, the ancestor of the demon clan disappeared mysteriously after 50,000 years of shock to the world, he was born, and the heavens were shocked, many people speculated that he was very likely to turn into an immortal beyond the extreme realm of the world, but he never wanted to be buried here, everything turned into ashes.

The burial place of Lord Xuan must not be simple, with the strength that he has just stepped into the eighth stage of the opening vein, once he is taken lightly, he may not recover, Jiang Yu did not dare to get too close to the sarcophagus, and the faint aura that emanated made him almost suffocate.

"The previous generation of Yang Xiuping, on his deathbed, entered the palace at a glance, and saw the emperor's posture!" On the first coiling dragon pillar, someone carved the text. The previous generation, it means that it was a person from one to thirty thousand years ago, and since it can enter the temple, it must not be simple.

On the second pillar, the handwriting of the two people is engraved, and the nick is obviously deeper, obviously stronger than Yang Xiuping's. It just didn't leave any information, just two nicks, and it was impossible to speculate more.

Jiang Yu continued to move forward, the third Coiling Dragon Pillar was empty, and no one left a trace, and the same was true of the Fourth Coiling Dragon Pillar.

Until the fifth coiling dragon pillar, someone left a nick, which can be seen to be carved with sword qi, and after a long time, there is still a Dao Yun circulating on it, and there is a faint killing machine overflowing.

This kind of killing intent made Jiang Yu tremble, for so long, he had only experienced it in the Radiating Ancestor of the Bouldering Courtyard. You know, it is infinitely close to the realm of a saint, and it is obvious that this person's strength has completely set foot in the holy realm, and even surpasses it.

There are no carvings on the sixth to eighth coiling dragon pillars, obviously there are very few monks who can enter here, Jiang Yu can't confirm whether he can come to Lord Xuan's relics palace by taking other stone steps, because the formation is too psychedelic and has too many changes.

He turned around and walked towards the ninth dragon pillar, and before he could investigate carefully, an earth-shattering killing intent burst out, so far away, it almost wiped out Jiang Yu's form and spirit on the spot.

"Poof"

Although he survived, Jiang Yu was still extremely severely traumatized, and his neck was cut by the murderous aura and a terrifying scar, if he hadn't reacted in time and avoided the most powerful killing intent, he would definitely be in a different place.

Far away, Jiang Yu finally saw the handwriting on it. At the top, the dragon flew and danced with two large characters that almost destroyed the dragon pillar.

Swindle!

Two words, showing the monstrous anger and earth-shattering murder of the big man at that time. If you dissipate all breath and look at these two words, it will appear peaceful and tolerant, and the detachment that is indisputable with the world is above you.

"Who engraved this letter, is it the Buddha Master?" Jiang Yu muttered, unconvinced. Although the Buddha Lord never appeared again after entering the ruins in his later years, it cannot be inferred that he was the one who came here.

The ground was covered with thick dust, but there was not a single corpse left, where did they go? Jiang Yu had too many doubts, but he couldn't deduce any truth, and there was not the slightest clue to be found here.

He was eager to open the sarcophagus and find out, perhaps the Lord had placed relics in the sarcophagus. But the faint breath of soul devouring made Jiang Yu retreat. Once he did it, he suspected that he would die if he didn't last a breath.

Back at the gate of the palace, as expected, all the stone steps that I had just walked were gone. Jiang Yu stopped, his brows furrowed, as if it was impossible to leave this palace, he would be trapped here.

After a long time, Jiang Yu decided to take a risk, because there was no other way, and he didn't want to sit still.

His cultivation was all scattered, and in his mind, the villain carried a light source, and his divine sense was released, suspended above Jiang Yu's head, and his breath was as thick as the abyssal sea. He pinched out a seal with both hands, ready to strike it at any moment.

Jiang Yu slowly approached the sarcophagus, and the sarcophagus did not emit any breath, but the subtle sensation made Jiang Yu tremble, and he guessed that a vision might break out at any time, but he could only meet it head-on.

The palm of his hand touched the edge of the coffin lid, and there was a cool and heart-cold cold, and Jiang Yu exerted pressure on the palm of his hand, which immediately made the coffin lid vibrate violently. There seemed to be something hidden inside, and once it was opened, Jiang Yu couldn't confirm whether he could survive.

There are shallow and dense patterns engraved on the sarcophagus, and under Jiang Yu's continuous pressure, the coffin lid does not move at all, but it makes the patterns clearer. Countless fine lines were intertwined, coiled, and the light was blazing, enveloping him, as if he was about to refine Jiang Yuye into a corner of the Dao pattern.

At the critical moment, Jiang Yu played the sealing technique and slapped it on the sarcophagus, making a bang. He has cultivated this secret art for a small time, and its power should not be underestimated. The light faded like a tide and dissipated, finally leaving a shallow groove on the coffin lid, which is eye-catching.

In his arms, the jewel that had been sealed by Jiang Yuchen for a long time bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and it untied Jiang Yu's sealing technique by itself, and seemed to resonate with the Dao pattern just now.

It broke the seal at this time, which was intriguing, and Jiang Yu had mixed feelings. Since obtaining this orb, its secrets have never been discovered, and it is very likely that the mystery will be revealed today.

That groove seems to be used to place this orb, Jiang Yu put it in, but there is no abnormality for the time being.

"Is there a deviation from the guess?" Jiang Yu frowned, as if the groove and the orb fit was just a coincidence, not the key to open the sarcophagus.

"Rumble"

At this moment, the sarcophagus made a rumbling sound, and a trace of chaotic aura permeated out, which made Jiang Yu startled and immediately fled away. Because if you take a slow step, it will be very bad if you are contaminated by this breath.

A grand golden light gushed out, as if it was about to shoot through the palace, and the entire hall was shrouded in it, golden and brilliant, as if in a heat wave. The light was as hot as the aurora, and when he looked at it, he was almost blind, Jiang Yu turned his head sharply and avoided it.

Jiang Yu trembled in his heart, unable to understand everything in the sarcophagus, and it was not until a long time later, when the light had dissipated, that he slowly turned around, staring at the coffin with motionless eyes.

Raise your eyes and look around, I will die!

There are four characters on the side wall of the sarcophagus, such as a dragon flying like a phoenix dancing, which seems to contain the general trend of heavenly might, swallowing mountains and rivers. I don't know when the blood words were left, there is still vigorous vitality flowing, and every stroke is hooked with road marks, as if telling an unknown past.