Bury the Immortal Emperor!
These four words were really shocking to most of the monks present.
Even though Su Zimo had long heard about the origin of the Emperor's Tomb from Tang Ziyi, when he actually entered this place, he felt an indescribable heavy pressure.
This feeling is indescribable, more like the majesty of the Immortal Emperor.
Even though this Immortal Emperor has been dead for thousands of years, his power still remains!
Everyone is only in the Xuanyuan realm. For them, entering the tombs and caves of earth immortals and heavenly immortals is definitely a rare opportunity.
But the tomb where the Immortal Emperor is buried...
Monks who can ascend to the upper world are not fools, so they can naturally see clearly that this tomb is definitely not a good place!
Even if it is true as Prince Yuanzuo said, there are unimaginable rare treasures and secret techniques here, they will inevitably be accompanied by dangers that no one can bear!
"Now that we are here, I might as well tell you that each of you is now infected with a curse. If you want to survive, you must find the jade talisman as soon as possible. I will lead you back to the Prince's Mansion, and His Highness will naturally help you get rid of the curse in your body."
The thin old man said quietly.
"How to return to the Prince's Mansion?"
Su Zimo suddenly asked.
When he entered the emperor's tomb, he found that there was no exit at all.
In the Prince's Mansion, they used the power of the teleportation array to break through the barrier of the Emperor's Tomb and enter the place.
But there is no teleportation array in the Emperor's Tomb.
The fat old man snorted coldly: "You don't need to ask more about this matter. When you find the jade talisman, we will naturally have a way to take you back."
Tang Ziyi's voice rang in Su Zimo's mind: "Even Xuanxian cannot stay in this emperor's tomb for more than a year, otherwise even if he has the means to reach heaven, it will be difficult to remove the curse from his body."
"In addition, if you feel the turmoil in this world, it means that the Emperor's Tomb has left the Shenxiao Continent and disappeared into the void again."
"At that time, we must leave as soon as possible, otherwise we will drift with the emperor's tomb in the dark void, and eventually become a withered skeleton in this tomb."
The two old men, fat and thin, led the crowd towards the front.
Everyone did not dare to walk too fast, and looked around as they moved forward.
Su Zimo looked up.
I saw that on the top of the sky, there were stars all over the sky, shining brightly. It didn't look like a tomb, but more like another world.
Across the starry sky, huge broken beams were built together, covered with green moss. Occasionally, there were thick stone pillars, soaring into the sky and standing on the earth.
These beams and stone pillars are more like ancient buildings thousands of years ago, which have been ravaged by time and dilapidated.
But at a glance, you can still feel extremely shocked!
Compared with these ancient buildings, everyone is as small as particles of dust falling from them.
There was silence all around, with no breath of life and no sound.
The footsteps of people walking in the ruins echoed in my ears very clearly.
Everyone walked forward for half a day without encountering any obstacles or dangers. Some monks gradually relaxed their spirits.
"what is that!"
Suddenly, someone pointed forward and shouted softly.
Right in front of everyone, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his back to them, with long hair shawl, and a golden robe, shimmering with light.
"It should be a person, but I can't see through his cultivation."
Li Tian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
The thin old man looked indifferent and said: "Don't be nervous, everyone. Almost all the monks who enter the emperor's tomb are Xuanxian."
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.
The man in golden robe in front of him should be a dead man!
"Who are you, fellow Taoist, and why are you blocking our way?"
A monk stared at the back of the man in gold robe and asked loudly.
After a while, the man in golden robe did not respond. Only the monk's own voice echoed between heaven and earth.
"This person may have been dead for a long time. It seems that his cultivation was not weak during his lifetime."
The fat old man muttered.
Everyone stepped forward cautiously, not daring to get too close.
"There are writings on the ground!"
Jian Yu practiced kendo, with sharp eyes, staring at the ground in front of the man in gold robe and said.
Everyone hurriedly took a few steps forward and looked intently.
"I am King Feng Xuan, and I am possessed of demonic powers. I can shine through the past and the present, and reach the heavens and the earth. I never thought that I would die trapped in this emperor's tomb today. How sad!"
"It's a pity that my skills can't be passed down. It's really a loss to my demon realm and a great pity to the world!"
These two lines of writing are not much, but their content is extremely shocking!
Tang Ziyi once told Su Zimo that there were more than twenty princes who died in this emperor's tomb!
Unexpectedly, when they entered the emperor's tomb this time, they met one of the king-level experts, who was the Demon King of the Demon Realm!
Su Zimo could clearly feel that the breathing of many monks around him became a little heavy, and their eyes became hot.
Everyone's eyes fell on the storage bag on the waist of King Feng Xuan!
In a prince's storage bag, besides the inheritance of this demon king, how many treasures would there be!
You must know that the body of King Fengxuan has obviously not been touched. In other words, whoever can get this storage bag will get the entire inheritance of a prince!
Su Zimo did not act rashly.
He found that neither the fat nor the thin old man had any intention of coming forward at this time, and they seemed not to be interested in King Feng Xuan's storage bag.
Facing the inheritance and treasures of a demon king, it would be absolutely impossible to remain unmoved.
The fat and thin old men had such reactions, there must be something weird in them!
Su Zimo looked at Tang Ziyi not far away.
Tang Ziyi also looked indifferent and made no move to step forward.
After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked tentatively: "Senior, this is King Feng Xuan's storage bag..."
"His Highness said that he does not want any of the treasure inheritance in this emperor's tomb. If you can get it, it is your ability."
The fat old man said with a smile.
Li Tian originally wanted to step forward, but something moved in his heart and he stopped when he noticed the flash of teasing in the depths of the fat old man's eyes.
He looks rough, but he is as considerate as his hair.
The sword feather on the other side did not move.
Two monks, just as the fat old man finished speaking, couldn't hold it any longer and stepped forward to grab the storage bag on King Fengxuan's waist!
The two people had just arrived in front of King Feng Xuan, but before they could touch the storage bag, something happened!
The two lines of writing on the ground suddenly burst out with rays of cold light, so fierce that they directly strangled the two monks into a ball of blood mist!
Everyone was shocked.
The whole process happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, these two monks were dead and their bodies were gone!
And these blood mist gradually fell down and seeped into the ground.
The blood stained the soil, and another line of bloody writing gradually emerged.
"If you want to inherit my magic power, you should be buried with me! Hahahaha!"
Through this line of handwriting, everyone seemed to be able to see King Feng Xuan's almost twisted and ferocious expression before his death.
He didn't want to leave any legacy at all.
As a generation of demon king, he was buried here, with endless resentment in his heart, and he just wanted to find more people to be buried with him!
It's a pity that he never thought that in the past eternity, the power of the methods he left behind would be greatly reduced. He only killed two mysterious immortals, and those cold lights dispersed between heaven and earth.