The inherited culture of Dongnuo has always been based on death. The people of this country firmly believe that death is just the beginning of another journey. Therefore, tombs are always built like residences of the living, and funeral offerings are mostly practical objects.
When he was still young, his parents held him in their arms and showed him the map of the mausoleum. His father proudly said, "In ancient times, there were nine golden crows supporting the sun, and nine of them will be built for my son's tomb. In this way, your light will surely shine into the ancient underground and be with the heroic spirits of your ancestors."
Therefore, those powerful people who served the Dongzhao royal family really built nine mysterious tombs for Liu Fuguang according to the map. Unfortunately, just like the ominous implication of Yi shooting nine suns, after he was betrayed, there was only the smallest and most hidden tomb for him to sleep for thousands of years.
Thinking of this, thinking of his long-dead parents, relatives, and homeland, Liu Fuguang felt a suffocating pain in his heart. It was also for this reason that after seeing the coordinates of the dark wood, he slowly recalled that it was a kind of rune created by the cultivators who built the mausoleum in the past for the convenience of entry and exit.
"Look!" Meng Xiaotang held his breath, his attention drawn to the distance, "What is that...what is that?"
Sun Yinian gazed into the distance and saw several black and red light balls floating below the golden tower pearl. Their colors were ominous, like blood bubble tumors parasitic on the brilliance of the pearl.
He frowned, and quickly slapped a piece of talisman paper to conceal the spiritual energy on the bodies of several people, and whispered: "Demon cultivators, the demonic energy on your body is too heavy, you must be at least in the Golden Core stage to support those formation barriers."
"Demon cultivator, what are you doing here?" Zhen Yue lowered his voice, "We are here now, and we don't know how to get out..."
"Come closer," Liu Fuguang said suddenly, "let me see what they are doing."
The rest of the people were all shocked. Sun Yinian wanted to persuade him not to be reckless, but when he said this, his face was pale, but his expression was so firm that it was impossible to disobey, making it impossible to refuse.
Yes, he was also the crown prince of a country before, so naturally he had a bold and courageous character. Sun Yinian thought, the road sign didn’t glow in the morning or in the evening, but it suddenly glowed when it approached him, and he recognized the function of the sign... Could this be another mausoleum of him, or the mausoleum of his parents and elders
While he was still thinking, Liu Fuguang had already stretched out a hand and drew a small rune on the black square stone.
He was clumsy at first, but gradually became proficient after changing hands. When he finished painting fluently, the black stones on the side floated up silently, forming a path leading to the golden building.
"This way," he said, "if you are careful you won't be seen."
The four of them looked at him with doubtful eyes. Liu Fuguang leaned forward and took a few steps forward. Seeing that no one was following him, he turned his head and said, "Trust me, come on."
… Forget it! Meng Xiaotang was the first to rush behind. No matter whether he was dead or alive, he had to follow Brother Fu Guang.
Sun Yinian also sighed and followed Liu Fuguang. Since he was so familiar with this tomb, he would be protected even if something happened.
Xue Li's original intention was to capture the ghost beast, but now his main task has become to investigate the intentions of the evil cultivators. He had nothing to object to, so he carried Zhen Yue and led the way at the end.