The next day.
Li Tianming, Jiang Feiling and Ye Lingfeng came to the gate of Dao Palace.
The war was chaotic outside, and the Shifangdao Palace was very quiet, but there were fewer disciples than before.
Not long after, Chen Jinghong, Bai Xiaozhu, and Situ Yiyi three disciples of the heavenly ranking, plus the future palace king Bai Mo, and the dark palace hall master Ye Yi, a total of eight people gathered.
"We will send you directly to the'Second God Capital'. If there is nothing wrong with Dao Palace, we will stay in the Second God Capital and wait for you to come out safely." Bai Mo said.
This means that they may stay in the Second God for more than a month, or even half a year.
"Go, go to the Shen Yuan battlefield first."
At the gate of Shifangdao Palace, there is a bottomless pit leading to the battlefield of Shen Yuan.
After crossing this bottomless pit, Li Tianming once again came to the battlefield of Shen Yuan. The dark world was still full of thunder.
The Shen Yuan battlefield opposite the gods also built a capital, a little smaller, whose main function was to resist the beasts and prevent them from raging from the bottomless pit to the gods.
Bai Mo used a sacred beast soldier called the'Shifang Frisbee' to take the young people to the Second God Capital.
Sitting on a ten-point Frisbee, the wind howled, the speed was extremely fast.
"Before entering the burial of the gods, everyone will be checked for illegal items in the ring of Xumi. In order to avoid unnecessary vendettas, the ancient royal family stipulated that the purchased sky pattern books cannot be brought into the burial. At that time, I will check all opponents. "Ye Yi said seriously.
"Yes, although the gods have a lot of power, in the final analysis, they are all members of the ancient royal family."
"There are 25 of them, and they basically belong to your opposing camp. After you enter, you must be very careful."
Bai silently said.
In fact, I have already said what I should explain.
"Hall King, what is the realm of Prince Dongyang Fengchen?" Li Tianming asked.
"Two years ago, I heard that he reached the third stage of the Heavenly Sacred Realm. I don't know if there is a breakthrough now."
"Dongyang Fengchen is the second royal family with nine talents after Emperor Qian. He reached the Holy Realm of Heaven at the age of twenty-two, only a little worse than your father."
Bai silently said.
Li Tianming's true age now is 22 years old. It has been more than a year since leaving Lihuo City.
His strength is not bad, but the realm is still far from the holy realm of heaven.
Dongyang Fengchen two years ago, was the third stage of the Heavenly Sacred Realm
Li Tianming remembered that Kun Yuanzong's vice-master Yuanhun, the realm before his death, was the third stage of the heavenly holy realm.
Dongyang Fengchen, as a talented royal family with nine heads, combined with all aspects of capital, is likely to be stronger than the holy emperor'Jun Shengxiao' of the Holy Heaven Palace!
"No wonder he despised me so much, he really has the ability." Li Tianming said.
"Yes, it seems that Emperor Yu has no chance to break into the ancient holy realm. But this Dongyang wind and dust has a high probability of becoming an ancient sage in the future. Even if there is no reincarnation mirror, he may succeed." Bai Mo said.
It seems that this prince is the most talented person of the royal family after the goddess!
"He may be stronger now than he was two years ago."
It is difficult to ascend the sacred realm of the sky. It is normal for a few years or more than ten years to rebuild the sacred realm. Even so, Bai Mo still predicts that the prince will become an ancient sage before he is a hundred years old!
"He will kill me?" Li Tianming smiled.
"Yes, but it's not him that is your biggest trouble in God's Burial." Bai Mo said.
None of Chen Jinghong could understand this sentence.
"Ok."
Li Tianming understood that if it weren't for Jiang Feizhen, Bai Mo and the others would not let him enter the funeral of the gods.
From the perspective of Ye Yi and Bai Mo, everything about God Burial is not optimistic.
even,
A dead end.
…
The second god is here!
This is a city built on the battlefield of Shen Yuan. The building is basically based on black, spreading for hundreds of miles, and it looks like a dark city from a distance!
The current Second God Capital, controlled by Emperor Yu, is stationed here by Zhao Shenhong, the'General Tianwu' of Wusheng Mansion.
Zhao Shenhong was originally the northern palace king of Shifangdao Palace. After the start of the Shendu Civil War, Emperor Yu assigned him here in order to prevent Dongyang Mausoleum from attacking the second Shendu.
"I heard that the palace lord has withdrawn my throne?" When Bai Mo and the others arrived, Zhao Shenhong walked up with cold eyes.
"Yes, she called you back to the Taoist Palace. If you don't go back, it is tantamount to leaving your post without authorization. For this reason, the Palace Master removed your position'temporarily'. If you don't go back, it's probably not temporary." Ye Yi said lightly.
"Why is the palace lord so childish?" Zhao Shenhong sneered.
"At special times, special handling, don't you understand? If you don't understand, you can choose to return to Daozong." Ye Yidao.
"Humph!" Zhao Shenhong snorted coldly.
Obviously, in this extraordinary period, the second god is more important than the palace king of Shifangdao Palace.
"When the Dongyang Mausoleum is cleaned up, Emperor Yu will regain control of the overall situation. When that happens, I will not believe that I can't return to the Dao Palace again!" Zhao Shenhong was very confident.
After all, the foundation and foundation are there!
…
Soon, the thirty juniors who entered the burial of the gods gathered in the central city of the second capital.
Li Tianming took a look and found that Dongyang Fengxiao and Jiang Fengyue were both here!
The issue is-
Didn't they lose to themselves and Ye Lingfeng, and lost their places
"In the imperial civil war, most of the ancient clans took refuge in Dongyang Mausoleum, and their disciples' original quotas were vacated, and Emperor Yu asked his own people to make up." Bai Mo said.
I see.
Dongyang Fengxiao and Jiang Fengyue are both considered the pinnacles of the holy realm, and they must be qualified to go to the burial of the gods in terms of strength.
As a result, among the thirty people, the number of juniors in the Heavenly Sacred Realm dropped to eighteen, three fewer.
These twenty-five people were basically descendants of the royal family and diehard loyalists. They stood together and hugged them together, with the half-black, expressionless Dongyang Fengchen as the core.
Before they entered the burial of the gods, they exuded an air of indifference, forming a gloomy pressure.
Li Tianming didn't know much about other people, only one ranked second, second only to Chen Jinghong's'Meng Qingqing' who had ever met.
It is said that Chen Jinghong and Meng Qingqing are both the second stage of the Holy Land of Heaven.
The junior who is close to thirty years old, possessing the strength close to the strongest in the Eastern Emperor Realm, is truly remarkable.
It is clear-
After Dongyang Fengchen saw the arrival of Li Tianming, he was a little bit happy, feeling that his heart was finally relaxed.
He was afraid that Li Tianming would not come!
"Brother Tianming, he thinks he's going to eat you." Ye Lingfeng has a keen intuition like a beast.
"It was already a deal. After entering the burial of the gods, and meeting him, it's right to run as soon as possible." Li Tianming said.
He hasn't swelled to the point where he is defiant. For now, Dongyang Fengchen has indeed brought him mountain-like pressure.
If it weren't for being overwhelmed by Jiang Fei's incident, Li Tianming would be thinking hard about how to avoid the prince's revenge.
"The burial of the gods is about to open, follow up and go to the door of the burial of the gods." Zhao Shenhong said.
Thirty juniors followed, Bai Mo and Ye Yi watching from behind.
On the road—
The members of the royal family followed behind the prince.
The prince moved two steps, turned his head and raised his eyes, and said to Li Tianming: "You are not afraid of me, what do you do to you in the burial of the gods?"
"If you threaten me, I won't go in." Li Tianming said lightly.
"Haha..." They laughed.
"I'm a little courageous, so the words you yelled in the battle against the ground list were purely because of ignorance?" Dongyang Fengchen asked.
"Which sentence?" Li Tianming asked.
They can't say it.
"Is it the Jiu Ming family? I'm sorry, that was deliberate." Li Tianming grinned.
The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy.
Dongyang Fengchen squinted his eyes. It was not the first time that he had squashed on Li Tianming's body.
Click! Click!
When he clenched his fist, the sound of bones sounded so harsh.
…
Half an hour later—
In front of Li Tianming, a blue brick house appeared.
In this second capital city, this is a very common house, but it has no windows and only a wooden door.
"What did Zhao Shenhong bring us here for?" Li Tianming asked questioningly.
"Because this stone house is the entrance of the ancient gods' burial." Bai Xiaozhu said.
"How is it possible?" Li Tianming was a little unbelievable, "Just this broken house, I can directly razed to the ground, right?"
"You are wrong, even if this stone house is a brick, the strongest of the kingdom of God can't move it."
"A long time ago, this stone house appeared alone in this Shen Yuan battlefield, and no one could break in. This attracted people's attention, and it was finally discovered that this was an ancient god burial."
"Now, the Second God has built so many similar stone houses, just to cover up the existence of the entrance to this ancient god's burial."
Bai Xiaozhu said with a smile.
It sounds really amazing.
At least Li Tianming couldn't see anything special about this blue brick house.
"No wonder they said that as long as they enter it, they will be sure that this is the tomb of the gods."
The blue brick and stone house at the door that no one can break can explain everything.
Coming here, Jiang Feizhen was a little restless, and Li Tianming could feel her emotions.
Up to now, it can only be comforted.
He took a deep breath, with very firm power in his eyes.
"Live!"
Whether it's Lian'er or yourself.
…
After waiting here for three hours, there was a creak in the direction of the blue brick house!
Everyone was startled and looked over there.
The wooden door opened.
The inside of the door was pitch black, and it felt gloomy and weird, as if there were evil spirits hiding in it, and the whirring sound from inside made the scalp numb.
It was the unique smell of ancient tombs, a little damp, a little dusty, and swept out with a whirr.
Squeak, squeak!
After the rotten wooden door was opened, it was still shaking, as if beckoning to people outside, welcoming everyone in.
It was like a rickety old woman with all teeth, bowed her head slightly, with a sullen smile.
This is very different from the ancient tomb of the gods Li Tianming imagined.
The ancient tomb of the gods he thought should be magnificent and magnificent, like a heavenly palace, even if it is not magnificent, it is also towering and majestic.
The door of the burial of the gods in front of him was stingy and weird, and the black hole at the door looked narrow and embarrassing, as if even thirty people could not be admitted.
"This is where the Eastern Emperor Sword and Taiyi Tower were born?" Li Tianming felt a little weird.
Obviously, apart from Dongyang Fengchen, no one has ever entered the burial of the gods.
He seemed confident.
The others are somewhat nervous and in awe.
For example, Situ Yiyi shivered a few times before leaning against Bai Xiaozhu.
"Go in!" Zhao Shenhong said.
"I'll take the lead." Dongyang Fengchen was very straightforward. He stepped forward and walked towards the blue brick house, and fell into the darkness in a blink of an eye.
At this time—
On the wooden door, a blood-colored number appeared:
Twenty-nine.