The atmosphere inside the ancient tomb was very depressing, which made Hua Xiangyang feel like he wanted to die, and he could feel that death was just around the corner.

"Wang Zhenren, the air here is too thin, we have to get out of here quickly, or we will all die here. The three-mile ghost said.

The three people who originally wanted to make a windfall were masters of tomb robbing, and they had entered countless ancient tombs, and they had never returned empty-handed, but they didn't expect to face a huge imperial tomb and not get a single treasure.

The three of them picked up a little thing on the ground casually, and they didn't care about what it was and put it in their arms, the rules of tomb robbery are not to go out empty-handed.

Although the three of them are masters of tomb robbing, they can't see the yin spirit in the tomb after all, and these yin spirit spirit is eroding everyone in this tomb, including Wang Zhenren.

Although Wang Zhenren's spiritual power is very strong, he still can't resist it, and there are many yin souls invading his body, and his consciousness begins to blur, and he has no strength to answer if he doesn't haunt the ghosts.

After a few "bang, bang, bang" sounds, the people in the tomb fell to the ground, and the light of the flashlight shone horizontally and vertically in all corners of the tomb, making the tomb appear more empty and grand.

Sanli Ghost Bu finally realized the seriousness of the matter, but it was too late, especially the three of them picked up the human bones, which radiated an aura of destruction, causing the three of them to quickly decay.

When Hua Xiangyang saw Wang Zhenren who fell to the ground and was unconscious, he felt a chill all over his body, and then saw the three-mile ghost that turned into blood, knowing that his life had also come to an end, and in despair he thought of his young life, and closed his eyes regretfully.

But at the moment when he closed his eyes in despair, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, Xingchen stood in front of him, no, it was Chen Yang, it was the Chen Yang who was in trouble with him everywhere and prevented him from pursuing Hu Hongying.

Xingchen glanced at Hua Xiangyang, without a trace of pity, such a person died, and there was one less evil person in the world.

When Xingchen saw Wang Zhenren and the others fall to the ground and die, he understood what was going on, but he had no power to return to the sky to save the lives of these people.

What he was facing was an even more powerful Yin Soul, or a Divine Soul that was many times more powerful than the Yin Soul.

Dense yin spirits rushed towards him, and in front of him, there stood a phantom of a divine soul, wearing a crown and a yellow robe, in Chen Yang's eyes and consciousness, this was the standard image of the ancient emperor.

And beside him, there were the ghosts of Wang Zhenren and others who had just died, looking at Chen Yang with hideous faces one by one, as if they were ruthless about why Chen Yang didn't come to their rescue.

"Governor of Soldiers and Horses, Governor Zhou, God Chen Yang, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for three thousand years, let me wait so hard!" the emperor said fiercely.

Xingchen sat on the back of the stone lion's phantom, and before he could answer the emperor's question, a sudden sharp pain in his brain, a heart-rending pain, made him fall from the back of the stone lion's phantom and fell heavily on the stone floor in the tomb.

One of his spirits appeared under the statue of Longshan Laojun**, Xingchen stood with his head held high, staring at the statue of Laojun with a pale face, the memory in his mind was rapidly recovering, and the fourth layer of memory that was sealed was opened.

Time rewinds back to 3,000 years ago, an era of imperial heyday, the power of the Central Empire is in full swing, in order to strengthen the centralization of power, began to issue edicts to seize the fiefdoms of the princes and kings, in the face of the Central Empire step by step, dozens of princely kingdoms in the empire, some of them succumbed to the Central Empire, and more than a dozen powerful vassal states, united to rebel, to resist the army of the Central Empire.

For a time, the war broke out suddenly, the governor of the Central Empire, the governor of Zhou, led the army to quell the rebellion, and the fief of the emperor's brother Wanwang was the barrier of Wancheng is the capital, and the brunt of it was fiercely attacked by the rebels, and Wancheng launched a brutal fierce battle with the rebels under the leadership of Wanwang.

After all, Wancheng is only a vassal state, with limited troops, heavy casualties among the army and civilians, and seeing that the city is broken, the letters from the king of Wanwang asking for help from the Central Empire were sent to the account of the governor of Zhou one by one, but they were like mud cows into the sea and there was no news.

In order to weaken the strength of the king and remove his threat to the Central Empire, the governor of Zhou insisted on not sending a single soldier, allowing the king to fight with the rebels and weaken each other's forces.

When the city was broken, the king had to ask his brother who was the emperor for help, begging him to issue an edict for the governor of Zhou to send troops to relieve the siege.

Governor Zhou still refused to send troops on the grounds that the generals did not accept military orders abroad. In the end, because they were outnumbered, the city was defeated, and the kings died in battle.

In Xingchen's memory, he was the governor of Zhou, the governor of soldiers and horses who refused to come to the rescue, and the imperial ghost standing in front of him was the king.

opened the fourth layer of memory, Xingchen knew many things about his past, and knew that he was Chen Yang, the one who forced the kings to death, but he had no regrets in his heart, and the strength of the kings reached a certain level, wouldn't he rebel against the court?

Chen Yang, who had regained his memory, woke up, stood opposite the Yin Soul of the Ten Thousand Kings, and said: "Three thousand years have passed, why is your anger still so heavy, I am also acting on orders, those vassal states you resist can rebel, won't you rebel?"

"You finally remember who you are, the moment you opened the seal of my tomb stone door, I felt your breath, not to mention three thousand years, even thirty thousand years, I will not forget you, the longer the time, the deeper my cruelty to you, even if you become a high god, I am still not afraid of you!"

"You hold such a grudge against me, and the kings of the dozen or so vassal states that I have slain are not allowed to eat me. Chen Yang said with a smile.

"God, how can you still laugh, don't you see, the situation in this tomb is not good for us?" said the stone lion phantom.

"So what? Wanwang, you have already killed these dozen people who came to rob the tomb, what do you want?" Chen Yang said.

"These people deserve to die, but some deserve to die!" said the king.

"I'm a little strange, I remember that when you were buried, I buried you with the countless rare treasures you looted in the Wancheng Palace, why is it empty now?" Chen Yang looked at the empty tomb and said puzzled.

"You don't have to worry about it, you just need to let me get out of here, go back to the time when I died in battle, and send new troops to help me out of the siege, and as for the person who stole my treasure, I will go to him to settle the score, and make him pay the price of blood. The kings said.

Chen Yang laughed and said, "Wanwang, you are really funny, three thousand years have passed, who can go back to the past?" But I can send you to the underworld and let you be reincarnated." ”

"You, you have this ability, only if you break the seal, and then help me with ten thousand years of spiritual power, you can go back to the past, back to the dynasty that made me king again. The kings said.