The eight gates are all trap entrances leading to the labyrinth, and after some exploration, they finally found the hidden entrance to the tomb.

As soon as he entered the tomb, Liu Longchi's ears were buzzing, his mind was blank, and he fell into a state of confusion and sluggishness for a while.

This burial chamber is far from the vast space that can accommodate the eight generals to fight heartily, and is similar in size to the tomb of ordinary princes. The layout is a single main tomb, and there are no two ear chambers within the ritual system, so there is no intention of reopening the burial of the owner's wife and children in the tomb in the place where it was built. Or maybe the owner of the tomb did not marry a wife and have children at all.

Near the entrance, there is a glass inscription with a height of about four feet two, which is black and crystal clear, like a piece of black jade. The stele is pressed with a lifelike stump, made of a slightly different material, and also has a gloomy dark red color. The stele is very rarely carved, and the front is engraved with dense thousand-character inscriptions, which are outlined and dyed with gold grinding powder.

The Shenhua Hou Mansion, which served himself, gave birth to a visionary eldest son, and learned that the three characters of the doll with a virtual pen were the long-silent Datong ancient texts, and Liu Longchi studied the Datong characters fiercely.

At the beginning, Jiang Feng, the great butler of the Hou Mansion who was secretly promoted by himself in martial arts, had a hidden identity that was the eyes and ears of the woman named Birou in the palace who was placed in the Hou Mansion, but the heads of the Hou Mansion with a little status knew about this matter, not to mention the Hou Ye and a group of guests with transcendent status?

After the birth of the little marquis, the imperial court spared no effort to eliminate the crusade of all forces to smear the rebellion and disobedience of the Marquis of Shenhua. But it also gave appropriate suppression to ensure that the imperial rule was foolproof, such as the queen's decree to let the little marquis enter Beijing after the age of ten to eat and live with the prince's sons and grandchildren to accept the professors of the imperial masters, such as the queen's own handwritten "Xingyu" to correct the name of the little marquis.

The word Xingyu was obviously conveyed directly to the woman in the palace from Jiang Feng, the chief butler of the Hou Mansion. However, whether Jiang Feng did his best and explained it, or did his duty to "report truthfully", which even Liu Longchi, who was in the position of the secretary of the court, could not touch.

The more closely Liu Longchi observed and interpreted the inscriptions on the stone tablet, the more huge the beads of sweat on the back of his forehead beans. When he saw the line "Cultivating the merits of the eternity, and finally getting the immortal root and the star feather", Liu Longchi even trembled slightly.

The rest of the people put aside the stone tablet and the coffin in the center, and as soon as they entered the tomb, they were immediately attracted by several iron birch frames, on which were piled up with considerable secret techniques of exercises, jade simple furnaces of alchemy medicine, mysterious annotations on the composition of various mechanism formations, sharp weapons with undamaged sharp aura, and hundreds of long-lost Gu cultivation skills, etc., to cherish the unique ancient books. Among the Gu cultivation skills, the kind of bloodworm that is almost invulnerable is only ranked outside the top ten. The power of the other ten Gu beasts was unimaginable, almost violating the law of mutual checks and balances of all innate beings.

Liu Longchi was immersed in shock, according to the tombstone, the owner of the tomb was originally a party with a good status in the immortal class to guard the great immortal. Make a grand wish, willing to enter the mortal world to practice for eternity, accumulate merit for the immortal realm that he guards, and exchange it for the longevity of the immortal fortune in the immortal realm.

In other words, when the rest of the people here interpret this tomb master's straightforward inscription, they will only regard it as the self-deception of the old-timer whose skills are indeed transcendent, and how can there be a real immortal realm or immortal in the world? The so-called immortals are nothing more than the immortal dreams of the emperors and warlocks of the past generations! These top martial artists in the world especially disdain the theory of immortals.

Sikong Shen, who is involved in the realm of Xianhua, although he has the most right to speak, it is a pity that the descendants of this mausoleum keeper - after opening a gap in the realm of Xianhua, he is more determined to believe that immortals are just a group of people who have found a new way on the martial arts, and there is no immortal theory of transcending reincarnation.

Liu Longchi, who lost his wife in his early years, believes in the reincarnation of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, and the gentle and virtuous woman who does not look very good must have been guarding the Nai He Bridge, waiting for an old man to take care of the world's affairs and cross the river with her.

Therefore, Liu Longchi, the great guest, did not have the slightest doubt that the little marquis was the reincarnated immortal of this immortal. It's just that this little marquis, who is destined to be born contrary to mediocrity and inaction all his life, will create such a broad and magnificent foundation after meeting the father of Shenhua Hou, who is ambitious enough to swallow the entire heaven and earth?

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Longchi couldn't help but feel agitated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Before the wooden frame, everyone behaved differently, Tianzong took the secret jade and stuffed it on his body, the cuffs and trousers of the placket, and the parts of the body that could hold the objects were all piled up, and the jade was so heavy that Tianzong's body seemed to be full of gold ingots and silver dollars. It's just that all kinds of jade slips are too complicated, and they all have unique and mysterious features, so Tianzong has to keep exchanging the secret tips on his body and the jade on the wooden frame, but no matter how Tianzong makes a choice, he always feels that it is not appropriate. was so anxious that a super first-class Junyi, who was very likely to have a Yang God Yuan Baby, was sweating profusely, but he was happy to do it.

Yi Liyi chose a few volumes of jade slips with a solid body and put them in his arms, Yuchuan Zhuang is a martial arts giant, and at the same time has a status in Wenlin, Yi Yayi's talent cultivation is naturally not comparable to the young heroes from ordinary martial arts families. For such words that are no longer conveyed for thousands of years, they can understand eighty or ninety percent, which is many times stronger than someone who asks and guesses while swapping jade slips.

What surprised Yi Yayi a little was that the five people here, except for the Heavenly Sect, seemed to have made all contributions to this ancient Chase script. The man who was suffering from the magic knife on his waist, who had a heroic temperament but was restrained in filial piety, kept flipping through the jade slips at this moment, and he was extremely fast, and he seemed to have the ability to never forget. His eyes were red, and he was reluctant to blink his tired eyes.

Sikong Shen, who claimed to be out of the position of the leader of the Demon Sect, had no waves on his face, and was only interested in reading the jade slips that raised Gu things, and his reading speed seemed to be slow and leisurely, as if he was flipping through a wild barnyard book to pass the leisure time.

The old man, who had remained motionless since entering the tomb, had distracted Yi Yi many times, but he still could not determine what he was thinking. After all, there is no hidden mystery between the inscriptions on the stone stele, could it be that he is immersed in the legendary story of the ancestors who have not yet opened the wisdom of the tomb to praise the merits of the tomb owner? Yi Yayi shook his head and decisively vetoed the existence of this possibility.

Tianzong's jade slips all fell to the ground, he ignored them, and suddenly said solemnly: "Mr. Sikong, this time to enter the real Star Feather Lord Tomb, we and the other four are indispensable, right?"

Except for Sikong Shen, everyone didn't know why Bai Zong suddenly asked this question, and the scheming Liu Longchi was keenly aware that there must be a cat in it, so he immediately pricked up his ears, like listening to a cat.

Sikong Shen knew that this dissolute but thoughtful young man had never let down his vigilance against himself from the beginning, and his words and deeds along the way had been carefully analyzed by him, but Sikong Shen didn't care much about when he showed his flaws.

Yi Yayi moved his body and formed a corner with Tianzong, once the change occurred, the two joined forces to resist the enemy.

At swords' points!

Tianzong's eyes signaled Yi Yayi and the Liu family father and son not to act rashly, looked at Sikong Shenzai, and chuckled: "Our Mr. Sikong has a lot of back-handed hands, and he really wants to tear his face, and a few of us may not be able to retain the immortal masters whose strength is hidden deeper than that of me, a stingy character!"

Sikong Shen did not refute the man's words in front of him, glanced at everyone here, and said helplessly: "In fact, you have come to this point, you should get enough!"

Tianzong said greedily: "But what the Sikong Sect Master has in his hands will only be more." ”

Tianzong unloaded the atmosphere of the Divine Sea that was no longer deliberately hidden, and the two primordial infants, one yin and one yang, floated impressively above the Divine Sea, different from the twelve tails of the blood Jiao in Liulongchi, these two formed primordial infants were genuine out-of-body primordial gods.

The Yin God was tall and strong, wearing gilded armor and holding a fine iron spear, which was two times the length of his body. This primordial god is comparable in strength to Tianzong itself, and his face is somewhat similar.

Another Yang Shenluo has a silk skirt, empty hands, ten slender fingers, and a beautiful face but not charming. The air of an emperor is abundant, and the divine light of his eyes can make all things subdued. This type of yang god is self-aware and often difficult to manipulate. Like the original Siming Demon Deer, his Yang God was also a woman, not only did not fall under his control, but deceived him of his luck and cultivation that he had worked hard to accumulate for tens of thousands of years. What's more, at the moment, this is obviously a noble and supreme female emperor.

Now that the situation has reached a delicate balance, Sikong Shen had to compromise under the weigh, and told the truth: "This tomb is a fake tomb that hides people's ears, and the body in the coffin is naturally not the owner of the tomb. However, these funeral secrets and treasures are all genuine treasures. Something said before, there is a mirage guard at the entrance of the real immortal tomb, although it was pulled out of the dragon horns, peeled off the dragon scales, extracted the dragon tendons, took out the dragon's spine, took off the dragon eyes, and took away the dragon ball, but a mirage dragon breath should have formed a dragon ball prototype after tens of thousands of years, and the illusory world built by this bead is not a place where you can enter and go out. There is an ancestral holy weapon, and it is naturally not afraid of illusion, but this artifact can only shelter one person, and only those who are in the bloodline of the Snow God Clan can maintain and use it. ”

Everyone who had never seen Lao Jiao at sea before finally had the opportunity to deal with a mirage dragon at this moment, but this poor old dragon had endured inhumane torture here in the human race, and it was believed that it would not be friendly to these self-suicidal and extremely hateful little human ants.

Tianzong was a little hesitant, and was about to explain something to Yi Yayi.

Yi Liyi was the first to speak, and his tone was unprecedentedly not as old-fashioned and polite as before: "If you let Tonglu know that I left you and returned alone, I am afraid that you will not be able to look at me in this life." You also know the situation of my family, and my two younger brothers are better than me as a big brother in terms of talent, ambition and martial arts skills, so I don't need to worry about the burden of the family. I'm not afraid of my brother-in-law's jokes, in my life, I don't have anything to think about, just want your sister-in-law Tonglu. Now I'm a little brow-raising, if I have nothing to do with you, I won't be killed by a head-butt?"

Tianzong smiled dumbly, but it was the first time he heard this close friend who had been honest and humble all his life so "market-like" in his words, smiled warmly, spit out turbidity, and grinned: "Live and die together!"

Liu Longchi's calmness about life and death does not mean that the end of life is a relief from this life, on the contrary, Liu Longchi feels that death is a gift to himself. Just because I was under the Yellow Spring, I was able to reunite with a certain woman and never give up.

As for Liu Chongming, he is a martial idiot in his bones, and he has long regarded this fairy island as his own private property, and after seeing the rich Musashi of this fake tomb, the real immortal tomb naturally has to take a look.

For the self-destruction of this group of people, Sikong God was unmoved. Leaving aside the sentence "life and death conceit", he took out a purple jade seal dream book with white bones from the bag that seemed to be able to mustard seeds and Sumeru. The white bones are the same as the severed bones, but they are not the ones of ordinary creatures. Sikong Shen pierced his fingers with his nails, dripping red blood into the four corners of the white bones.

Feng Mengjian exuded a rich purple glow, scattered in all directions, filling the fighting room.

The scene in everyone's eyes suddenly swirled, as if the soul had been extracted from the flesh and placed in a world of white mist.

The illusion weighs on the chest, unable to breathe, unable to escape.

This illusion is completely different from the illusion caused by the venom of the insect bitten by the eating bloodworm, it is not to induce the manifestation of the demon from the inside out, but a kind of external coercion that is extremely arrogant, it is the eternal supreme existence. Any consciousness is kneeling under the oppression of the monstrous holy power, willing to bear the crush of the heavenly power, and reduced to a handful of dust that constructs this illusory world, and can never be transcended.