Zhao Yan felt that the achievement of a great immortal cultivator in one breath was very good, but this was just a means to relieve the bitterness, and survival was the first priority, so after choking the defender with anger, he turned around and walked directly to the top of the mountain, ignoring the defender's verbal reprimand.

As soon as he took two steps, the mountain bag became depressed, the air seemed to be condensed and difficult to flow, and strong coercion rushed from all directions, enveloping him in it, as if it was about to crush him.

This coercion was irresistible, locking Zhao Yan in place, unable to move.

Zhao Yan felt as if there were countless eyes looking at him from front to back, some were undeniably majestic, some were joking mixed with approval, and some were fierce and inoffensive, and their eyes fell and left one by one.

He was very flustered in his heart, he didn't know where his gaze came from, he didn't know what his gaze wanted to do, and what it meant, especially being imprisoned was extremely uncomfortable, except for fear, he hated acting under control the most, but he couldn't resist, this feeling made him extremely unhappy.

At the archway at the bottom of the mountain, the guardian also felt the change on the mountain bag, and immediately said in surprise: "The first king has appeared!

Zhao Yan heard the shouting from behind, and his heart was even more panicked.

I accumulated a basket of arguments and rebuttals in my heart, and said, "......Shit! When I came to the tomb, I knew that the Great Xia National Fortune was entangled in resentment, so I disregarded life and death to clean up the Great Xia National Fortune. ”

The faster he spoke, the more intense his tone became, as if he had really become a demon who was worried about the country and the people: "As a grass demon in the mountains, my heart is towards Great Xia! In this world, except for me, I have to dredge up for the national fortune of Great Xia, so that Great Xia can reunite smoothly for ten thousand years, who else can love Great Xia as much as I do?"

"A demon like me deserves to be rewarded! and deserves to be treated fairly and justly...... Hey, can I speak?", Zhao Yan roared, only to realize that the imprisoning power had disappeared, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

The guardian under the mountain couldn't help frowning, he clearly felt that the coercion was dissipating, and muttered, "Isn't it the manifestation of the ancestor king?"

Zhao Yancai didn't care whether the imprisoning power came from the manifestation of the first king or what, and said cheekily and complimented: "The first king is the first king, the foresight Zhuo is by no means comparable to ordinary mortals, the grass demon Zhao Yan is convinced, and he will work tirelessly for the construction of Great Xia in the future, and when his potential is exhausted, he will definitely worship under this mountain and protect the king's tomb until he dies, so as to express Zhao Yan's reverence for the first kings." ”

At the end of the words, he also brought two points of crying, which sounded like a fan brother who was attracted by the personality charm of the former king.

Zhao Yan let out a heal breath, his nerves tensed, and he tentatively turned around and walked down the mountain. One step, two steps passed, and there was no confinement or coercion on the mountain bag, everything was as usual.

He didn't know why the abnormal situation in the mountain bag appeared, but he understood that the mountain bag was also not a good place to go, and he was ready to use the abnormal change to bluff the guardians, seeing that the other party was so pious, it was estimated that he could be bluffed.

The guards were still struggling: "Was that a demon just now, or was it the manifestation of the first king? If it was the manifestation of the first king, why did they let go of the grass demon that disturbed the tomb?"

Zhao Yan took a step and took the third step, and found that the anomaly had indeed disappeared, and his tense mind slowly recovered.

But at this moment, strong coercion appeared on the mountain bag again, but this time Zhao Yan was not imprisoned, but Zhao Yan was like a frightened bird, taking the initiative to shrink into a ball, waiting for the coercion to imprison him.

The guardian under the mountain sensed the regathering of the coercion, and smiled slightly, it was expected that the first king appeared but the strength may be unsustainable, so it was intermittent, and this time it would inevitably kill the grass demon.

Zhao Yan panicked, guessing almost the same as the guard, thinking that he was really going to be finished this time.

Just when both thought that the coercion was to execute Zhao Yan, the situation took an unexpected turn. Lines of purple-gold qi flew out from the white jade stone tablets, swimming all over the sky, extremely beautiful, and fell into Zhao Yan's body in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yan was stunned in place, and subconsciously looked inwardly at the node space, and the stupid purple-gold qi inside had changed, the size and shape had not changed, but it was much brighter than before, and he felt a little more angry.

The guardian under the mountain was also stunned, as a major immortal cultivator, he naturally understood what the purple golden qi was, but it was hard to believe that the tomb of the first king really appeared and gave feedback, especially the object of feedback was actually a grass demon.

This made him unacceptable: "Why, I haven't had a trace of Dao rhyme for thousands of years when I reached the Purple Mansion Cultivation, how can it be a grass demon ......?"

The guards stared at Zhao Yan with wide eyes, almost losing their breath with envy.

Zhao Yan didn't expect that the first king would really manifest his spirit, in his impression, there was no such thing as ghosts and gods in the cultivation world, so he was very surprised, and because the tomb of the first king really gave feedback, he was pleasantly surprised in his heart.

When everything was over, when I walked down the white jade steps, I was still in a trance, thinking about things in my heart, and walking only by instinct, it was difficult to figure out whether the things I encountered were true or false, whether they were illusions or awakenings.

It wasn't until I got down the last step and walked up to the guardian that I gradually realized that it was not unreal, but real.

Zhao Yan rolled up the blade again and brushed it vigorously, looking up at the guard: "Your ancestor often wakes up to give benefits?"

The guardian opened his mouth, didn't say a word for a long time, and finally spat Zhao Yan: "Your ancestors have nothing to do and jump out to give benefits." ”

"Hehe, you're jealous of me", Zhao Yan smiled and jumped on the defender's shoulder with a big grin.

The defender frowned, not accustomed to unruly behavior, and instinctively raised his hand to slap Zhao Yan down.

Zhao Yan rolled up the blade and waved, and said, "You can think clearly, I am now the guest of the ancestor of your family, you have to be polite to me." ”

Only then did the guardian come back to his senses from the envious loss, remembering that Zhao Yan was a junior who had trespassed into the Necropolis Palace without permission, and immediately took Zhao Yan down: "Grass Demon, you can't escape this time." ”

Zhao Yan was held by the big hand, his heart was surprised, his body couldn't help but tremble, and said: "Old man, your first king was polite to me, you violated the rules of being a subordinate courtier by doing this." ”

"Those who trespass on the mausoleum without permission, a dead end!", the guard stared at Zhao Yan intently, and scolded heavily, without changing half a point because of Zhao Yan's words.

Zhao Yan's breathing was a little heavier, facing the impending death.

The guardian's eyes twitched, and he said sternly, "You can get out!"

"Huh?", Zhao Yan didn't react, and said, "Old man...... No, sir, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. ”

The guardian glared at Zhao Yan, raised his hand and threw Zhao Yan out, drawing a long arc in midair.