In this dark and huge mausoleum, Lian Duan walked a few more steps, and was suddenly attracted by a plate of inconspicuous small stones.

These pebble-egg-sized, star-like stones lie quietly in the white jade plate, and look bland and shabby against the background of the luxurious utensils around them.

The tip of Lianduan's nose almost came up, knowing that these small stones could appear here, it was not ordinary. Besides, these small stones are somewhat familiar, and they must have been seen in some ancient books.

Flipping through some little-known Zhiwei and wild histories is a great hobby of Lianduan, and it comes in handy at this time.

Suddenly, a line of small characters flashed through Lian Duel's mind, and Lian Du almost called out, and said in his heart: "It is recorded in the "Yanwei Continent Chronicles": Dream Spirit Stone, the color is faint blue, and the bigger the shape, the rarer it is. The dream spirit stone is the solidification of spiritual energy, tempered thousands of times, and sincere. Dream Spirit Stone, the ultimate saint of cultivation. ”

Lian Duel was taken aback, this bland little ghost stone was actually a dream spirit stone that even the Hangchuan royal family couldn't ask for! At the ancestor worship ceremony, the Xuanbing aura of the Holy Monarch's benevolence to all the people was to transform the spirit stone into spiritual energy, supplemented by the condensation of Xuanbing's true power......

The aura is still precious, and it can be solidified into a spirit stone after a lot of tempering, and the spirit stones that are passed on the Yanqi Continent are divided into earth, yuan, heaven, and dream according to the order from low to high grades......

Lian Duel was so stunned that he couldn't close his mouth, his jaw was dislocated, he rubbed his pantothenic eyelids, looked at the Nine Tombs of God that was winding up and looping, and wondered what was the origin of this?

Lian Du glanced at the outside of the mausoleum from a distance, Pei Guiruo was still asleep on the glacier, and Lian Jue knew that it would be useless to rashly bring her in before discovering the reality of this strange mausoleum.

Surrounding this circle of thick and hard Bogu frame, walking and looking at the flowers, just stopped to admire a white jade bottle placed behind the glazed maule, "whoosh" a wind sound, behind a person-high ink screen, actually like a goose wings slowly opened, revealing a wooden mezzanine on the wall.

Lian Duhu walked over suspiciously, bent his fingers knocked twice, the mezzanine shook off the dust, and the "squeak" rose in response, revealing a narrow mouth that was one person wide, and the dazzling light suddenly poured in.

Lian Du stretched out his palm to cover his eyes, squinted his eyes from his fingers and looked into the narrow mouth, and saw that the narrow mouth was connected to a water-worn blue brick road, and there was a corner door at the end of the road, which half-covered a courtyard.

Lian Du adjusted to the light, ran towards the courtyard in three and two steps, and just passed through the corner gate, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyebrows twitched as if cold, and his eyes were already straight away!

This is an ancient temple like a towering Xuanqing monument, at first glance it looks like a towering ink pine, and like a protruding peak, the monument body does not know what material is used to cast, so tall and majestic, it is natural, there is no trace of artificial traces of piercing and chiseling.

The clouds around the stele are deep and foggy, the green air is dark, before the monument is erected, only to feel that there is a vigorous internal force in the stele body, which directly presses the person three inches shorter, and even stands under the stele, but it is not as high as the stepping stone at the bottom of the stele, and this magnificent monument is more and more immeasurable!

There is no redundant inscription on the stele, only three major characters are engraved: the nine steles of God.

Lian couldn't help but wonder, if the owner of this mausoleum, if it was a sacred, how could it be so secret that it was unheard of, if it was just an ordinary person's mausoleum, the battle would be too big.

The courtyard is quiet, lined with the nine monuments of the gods, it is really silent as death. Lian Du circled around the stele and found that this Xuanqing Divine Nine Stele was nothing strange except for the implicit qi. On the inner wall of the courtyard, there are bright murals.

Lian Duel smacked his lips and looked along the front wall.

Each one is quite related, it seems to be a narrative painting, and the clothes and shoes in the painting are completely different from today, but similar to those ancient narratives that Lian Du usually looks at randomly. On the first mural, the sea of people is crowded, running, and shouting, as if a huge hunt is being carried out, and strangely enough, the reckless beasts scattered in terror behind the crowd, and these hunters disdain the beasts.

"If you don't hunt beasts, what kind of hunt do you catch?" Lian Du muttered funny, and when he moved to the next mural, he suddenly couldn't laugh, only to see the black sea of people, all armed with knives, guns and sticks, surrounded at the foot of a big mountain, everyone looked up, but no one dared to step forward, there seemed to be something fearful on the top of the mountain!

Lian Du rushed to the next mural, and there was no longer a crowd of hunters on this painting, only the towering green mountain, and on the top of the mist-shrouded mountain, there was a huge human hand, covering the top of the mountain like a steamed bun!

Lian Duel shuddered, could such a terrifying giant ever appear in ancient times? After thinking about it, I have read so many biographies of Zhiyi, but I have never seen this monster with one hand covering the sky, and the murals are just sensational.

Lian Du thought so, and stopped at the last mural, the people, beasts, mountains and rivers were gone, and in the painting were replaced by nine vague figures, dressed and steady, walking with their heads held high.

Lian Du looked around inexplicably, wanting to see if there were any missing murals, and said in his heart: "Why is that troll gone?

was stunned, and a thunderous roar exploded close to Lianduan's ear, "Lianduel! Look at the move!" was so excited that Lianduel's hairs stood on end, and he subconsciously pulled out the soul silver sword, looked around, there was no figure at all, but suddenly a silver python with a vibrating head and tail flashed out of thin air, opening its bloody mouth and rushing towards Lianduan!

On the face of the white python, a pair of triangular eyes are fierce and terrifying, under the thick nose hole of the wine jar, the bloody mouth is full of white teeth with meat hooks, and the long body with a thick stone is like a kite that has taken off its hands, and the eyelashes have swam in front of the face of Lianduan!

Lian Duel has never seen such a strange beast, "Wow" to put the soul silver sword across his chest, he heard a dull sound of "bang", the silver python and the soul silver came to a hand-to-hand combat, the shock of Lian Duel's ears was full of buzz, his eyes were full of gold stars, and his body flew straight out a few feet away, and smashed heavily on the hard Nine Divine Monuments!

Lian Duel's body was torn apart, the muscles and bones were numb, his head was dizzy and confused, and a stream of sweet blood gushed out of his throat, squeezing out the corners of his mouth along the gap between his teeth.

Lian Du rubbed a handful of blood with the back of his hand, supported the ground with the soul silver sword, and stood up with difficulty, only to find that the cunning silver python had disappeared.

Lian Du shook half of his swollen shoulders, leaned his back against the Nine Divine Monuments as a barrier, and thought: "Can this big python really disappear? It must be hidden in some way, rather than it is in the dark and I am in the light, it is better for me to force it out!"

The continuous duel endured the severe pain, the silver sword of the high soul, the silver light of the blade was bright, the cold air gushed like a spring, and he waved the sword and shouted: "Xuanzhu Ice Soul Silk!"

Thousands of strands of icy silk threads, like cobwebs that quickly coil around the courtyard, quickly precipitate out the cold air to the bone, and the courtyard is filled with thick fog!