The night was hazy.

In the courtyard of the ancient temple, quietly.

In the sparkling water of the ancient well, a bright full moon is reflected.

After a while, a monk was reflected in the water, who looked not very old, in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and those eyes were clearer than well water.

Su Zimo looked at himself in the water and smiled slightly.

"Clear-hearted, clear-minded...... Do you want me to see my heart and go straight to my heart?"

Su Zimo muttered softly.

At this time, the old monk did not know where to go, and Mingzhen had already fallen asleep.

There were frogs in his ears, cicadas chirping, and the little fox lying next to the well, sleeping sweetly, Su Zimo suddenly felt that his heart was extremely peaceful and quiet.

At the bottom of this isolated burial dragon valley, Su Zimo's state of mind has been baptized like never before.

For eight years, he has been fighting.

Now, at last, it has stopped.

This is more like a kind of precipitation, a kind of return to basics.

Looking at the full moon overhead, Su Zimo couldn't help but think back to that night eight years ago.

Dieyue was dressed in a blood-red robe, standing under the falling peach blossoms, bathed in the moonlight, and asked softly, "Do you want to practice?"

For eight years, Su Zimo has been cultivating the Great Wilderness Demon King Secret Book every night.

And now, the inner dan is shattered, coupled with the lack of enough energy supply, the Great Wilderness Demon King's secret book has to stagnate, and Su Zimo is really a little unaccustomed to it.

I just feel empty in my heart.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Su Zimo's ears, full of banter.

"Little doll, are you thinking about how to fix Neidan, quack quack!"

Su Zimo was shocked.

This voice appeared without warning, and it was extremely unfamiliar, it was not the voice of the old monk and the Mingzhen little novice at all!

Su Zimo subconsciously looked at the little fox on the side.

The little fox was still asleep, and obviously didn't hear the sound!

This sudden sound is only he can hear!

Su Zimo's expression was solemn, and he looked around, ready to remind the old monk and the little novice at any time.

"Quack quack, don't look for the little doll, you can't see me!"

The voice sounded again, erratic, difficult to discern the direction, and seemed to be hiding in a corner and laughing at Su Zimo.

This time, Su Zimo calmed down and sneered secretly.

This person is hiding in the shadows and pretending to be a ghost, as long as he ignores it, this person will definitely be one step ahead of it.

"Little doll, Lao Tzu has a way to help you repair Neidan, if you want to know, come to the backyard of this hall!"

Sure enough, the owner of the voice spoke his intentions.

"The backyard of the main hall?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Before that, there was indeed an occasional heavy chain sound in the backyard of the main hall, as if something was trapped there, quite irritable.

"Strange. ”

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a touch of confusion, and he secretly said: "Master once said that in this ancient temple, there are obviously only two people, him and Mingzhen, and this person in the backyard ......"

Su Zimo's expression changed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

This existence in the backyard is probably not a human, but a ghost!

It's similar to the white-shirted woman he met outside the ancient temple.

Therefore, the old monk will say that in this ancient temple, there are only two people, him and Mingzhen.

Because this existence in the backyard is not a person at all!

can make Ming Zhen so afraid, the old monk is so jealous, without mentioning a word, the origin of this powerful ghost is not small, and the means will never be weak!

"Do you want to fix Neidan, what kind of mother-in-law, come to the backyard to see Lao Tzu!"

Of course, Su Zimo wanted to repair Neidan.

But he really can't trust a ghost.

What's more, Ming Zhen had told him not to go to the backyard of the main hall.

"You little doll, you are really cowardly, can Lao Tzu still harm you?"

"Look at your point of interest, it's far from Lao Tzu's back then, it's simply incomparable! Lao Tzu was not afraid of the sky and the earth back then, and he was all over the world, who dared to stop it!"

"Little doll, are you coming?"

The ghost's tone grew weaker and weaker.

Su Zimo closed his eyes and was always unmoved.

After being silent for a while, the ghost suddenly said, "Do you want to know what that blood-robed woman did when she came here eight years ago?"

Su Zimo's heart moved, and he opened his eyes.

The blood-robed woman in the mouth of this powerful ghost is obviously Dieyue.

seemed to notice Su Zimo's mood swings, and said triumphantly: "If you want to know, come to the backyard of the main hall, Lao Tzu is waiting for you there, quack quack." ”

Su Zimo clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and finally didn't hold back, stood up, and walked towards the back of the hall.

He didn't want to miss any news about Dieyue.

True or false.

Turning the quaint Daxiong Treasure Hall, Su Zimo came to the backyard and stopped.

Su Zimo subconsciously looked at it, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and his eyes showed a deep shock.

The backyard of the main hall is an extremely magnificent cemetery stele forest, and you can't see the edge!

Tall tombstones were erected, with clear handwriting carved on them.

"The tomb of Tianyi Jun of Fahua Temple. ”

"The tomb of the blessed words of the Daojun of Daming Temple. ”

"The tomb of the great power of the rain of Hokkeji Temple. ”

"The tomb of the Void Cloud Power of Daming Temple. ”

"Imperial General, the tomb of Han Fei's might!"

“......”

At a glance, the tombstones are densely packed and stand on top of the tomb.

This cemetery stele forest is filled with an inexplicable tragedy.

The people buried here are at least the Daojun of the Law Phase, and even the tombstones of the combined power, Su Zimo has seen a lot!

"Huh?"

Su Zimo's gaze froze and landed on another tombstone.

"The tomb of the ancestor of Hongguang in Daming Temple!"

The grave of the Mahayana ancestors!

Mahayana Ancestor, he is almost the pinnacle powerhouse of the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

Unexpectedly, he was buried in this cemetery.

When Su Zimo sighed, his eyes subconsciously fell on the center of the cemetery.

There was only one inconspicuous grave bag, and if you didn't pay attention, you would only think it was a small dirt bag that was slightly raised.

But it's this little dirt bag, but it seems to be proud of the entire cemetery!

Within 100 meters of it, there are no other tombstones, only this small earthen bag!

Above the burial bag, a wooden plank stood crookedly.

On the board, only two words were written.

The Emperor!

These two words seem to have a mysterious power.

Su Zimo's expression changed greatly, he only felt that his chest was tight, and he took a few steps back uncontrollably!

Tomb of the Emperor!

In Su Zimo's mind, there was a sentence that echoed endlessly, getting louder and louder.

Ten thousand years ago, under this rift, there was the emperor's blood, the ancestor fell, and the dragon was buried, which is a great ominous place!

All of this is true!

The catastrophe 10,000 years ago was so tragic that an emperor fell here!

"Boom!"

There was a heavy sound of chains.

Behind the countless tombstone mounds, under the hazy moonlight, a tall figure slowly stood up from the ground, with a monstrous momentum, as if it was about to break through a hole in the sky above his head!