In past dynasties, some tribesmen came here. After seeing the stone carvings and coffins, they all worshipped respectfully, and they didn't even think about the idea of making those tributes in the past.
Meng Hao is the first one.
He looked solemn, and after a respectful worship, he flicked his sleeves and walked to the tribute in a posture of serving the ancestor wholeheartedly, without feeling shameless.
Looking at the fairy jade the size of a baby's head, Meng Hao let out a long sigh.
"My ancestors, those people who came here before are really unfilial. They actually allowed the fairy jade to have so much dust and kept it for so many years, it is too much!"
"Too much!" Meng Hao seemed to be angry, and quickly bent over to pick up the fairy jade. Almost the moment he picked up the fairy jade, the three magic weapons enshrined here suddenly exhaled.
Meng Hao was unmoved, he didn't even look at the three magic weapons. With his character, he dared to take the treasures in front of the fairy pavilion's will. How could he be afraid of these three magic weapons? Breath.
After taking away the jade at the fastest speed, Meng Hao took out a jade the size of a fingernail and gently placed it on the tribute.
"Old ancestor, look, this fairy jade of mine is so crystal clear, so beautiful, and spotless. Only this kind of jade fits the identity of the ancestor." Meng Hao gave a dry cough, his eyes lit up, and his right hand turned to the side. Grab a few of the best spirit stones.
At this moment, the breath of the three magic weapons burst out, and a wave of coercion suddenly fell.
"Go away, I'm from the Fang family and have family blood. I'm here to sweep the ancestor's grave to replace the tribute. You magic weapon spirits, dare to stop it?" Meng Hao's eyes widened and he immediately snarled. When the voice came out, that A breath of three magic weapons.
At the moment they stopped, Meng Hao had already used the fastest speed and directly put those top-quality spirit stones into the storage bag.
"It's too much. This spirit stone is dust. As a junior in the family, this matter can't be tolerated!" Meng Hao took out a fingernail-sized low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and placed it solemnly in the tribute. On stage.
"Unfortunately, my ancestor of the Fang family actually only placed bamboo lanterns in front of the grave? No, as a junior, I have an obligation and responsibility to change to iron lanterns!" Meng Hao glanced over the two faint bamboo lanterns , Licked his lips, about to grab it.
But before he touched the bamboo lantern, the three magic weapons here burst out, and the breath rose to the sky. The murderous intent was so strong that it seemed to have been offended.
As if Meng Hao dared to move the bamboo lantern, these three magic weapons would kill them.
Meng Hao paused with his hands, his face was sullen, and after a dry cough, he slowly retracted his hands.
"Why are you so excited, what a big thing, I am also kind." Meng Hao said in a low voice, glanced at the three magic weapons, his eyes were a little fiery, after thinking about it, he gave up using the law of cause and effect to forcibly form a relationship. After all, this place is different from the fairy pavilion. The treasure of the fairy pavilion has no owner, but the three magic weapons here are obviously the things of the ancestor. Even if the ancestor has fallen, these three magic weapons are still alive and guarded here. .
Although Meng Hao is greedy for money, he has his principles.
"Well, you are so loyal to our ancestors, which is admirable." Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked serious, stepped back, clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
The seventh ancestor in the sky was already furious. He watched Meng Hao replace the tribute of the ancestor who had been in the family there. Especially the words made the seventh ancestor almost thunderous.
"My bloodline, how could such a shameless bastard come out!!" When he gritted his teeth, he saw Meng Hao's gesture of worship, and he was taken aback for a while, and he felt Meng Hao's heart. After a moment of silence, the seventh ancestor Looking at Meng Hao's gaze, he softened a little, he felt that Meng Hao's place did not seem hopeless.
"Let's take a look at this little bastard, what kind of character is it, what kind of waves can be caused here!" The seventh ancestor pondered for a moment, glanced at the earth below Meng Hao, and then raised his head to look far away from the ancestral land, with a look of emotion.
"The ancestral land is divided into six areas, guarding the Taoist statues, the land of enlightenment, the tomb of the quasi-dao ancestors, the Jiumingshan, the ancient world is buried, and the sky is in the fog!"
"These six areas are arranged in a straight line, the deeper, the greater the danger, and the greater the possible good fortune...the same!"
"This tomb is the boundary between the land of enlightenment and the tombs of Zhundao ancestors."
"Throughout the ages, Jiu Ming Mountain has been the culmination of many people who have come here. Those who can step into the ancient world are rare. As for the Ming Palace in the fog, no one has ever stepped into it, even the elder brother. The realm is great, and there is no chance to enter.
Because at the end of the ancient burial world, there is no way. "
"The palace of the ancestor of the first generation is within the foggy days, and there is also his old man, the strongest magic technique... One thought of the stars!" The seventh ancestor murmured and closed his eyes.
He has never seen a generation of ancestors. In the grottoes in the family, only the eldest brother in his mouth is of a very high age. He once met one generation of ancestors in their later years.
The other six people were all born in different ages. After the ten soul lamps were extinguished, their seniority was not important. They were dazzled by blood, and they were commensurate with each other.
"In the family, there have been three catastrophes..." The seventh ancestor sighed softly. It was these three catastrophes that caused the ten soul lamps to be extinguished. There were only a few of them in the entire family.
When the seventh ancestor sighed, Meng Hao bowed to the stone carving of the coffin and stepped on the terracotta warriors and galloped away.
Even the seventh ancestor didn’t notice. Meng Hao walked along the way before, as he took away all the things he saw and felt valuable one by one, a breath that had never appeared in this ancestral land. , Slowly revealed.
This breath, to be precise, was from the moment when the terracotta warriors collapsed the mountain range, and from the moment when the earth flew up, within Meng Hao and this enlightenment land, the pieces were put away one by one to make future generations feel the magical powers of Taoism. Later, this breath became stronger.
Faintly, it seems that a very thin mist has formed on the ground.
As time passed, Meng Hao sat on the terracotta warriors. As he walked forward, one after another large tombs began to appear on the ground below him, but the strange thing was that these tombs had no monuments and no texts.
Meng Hao can only judge according to what the great elder said, as long as those who can be buried here are Daojing ancestors.
But he didn't know the names of these people, which made Meng Hao very strange, as if these people deliberately avoided them before they fell, not wanting future generations to know their names.
"Strange..." Although Meng Hao was puzzled, it didn't affect his grand plan of raising the grave sweeping, helping the ancestors and replacing the tribute.
Galloping all the way, in this quasi-dao ancestor tomb, as Meng Hao continued to sweep the tomb, the seventh ancestor in the sky, the fire in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and it was almost uncontrollable.
Fortunately, Meng Hao respected these ancestors. He always bowed before replacing the tribute, and when he left, he would worship again. Except for the tribute, he did not move the graveyard at all. This made the seventh ancestor endure it. .
Until a few days passed, when Meng Hao descended to the earth again in mid-air and looked at the another stone sculpture of a coffin that appeared in front of him, his eyes suddenly shrank, his footsteps stopped, and his eyes fell on the erected tombstone in front of the stone sculpture. .
Before that, he had seen seven tombs and seven tombstones, but none of them had any words. Only the one in front of him was a tombstone with a famous name on it!
Fang Pinqi!
Meng Hao saw these three characters at a glance, dragons flying and phoenix dancing, revealing a majestic breath, under this name, the life of this person is engraved.
Meng Hao glanced over, and after reading the entire life of this ancestor named Fang Pinqi, Meng Hao made a strong roar in his heart.
This section of his life describes Fang Pinqi's life. Starting from his practice, he stepped into the fairyland. He was a true immortal in his time. All the way, he was called the scorching sun of the family. He stepped into the ancient realm and turned on fifteen soul lamps.
He has made countless contributions to the family, and even opened up territory in the fairy ruins, and achieved the dominance of that era. In the end, he experienced fourteen lives and deaths of lights off in the ancient realm. Ancestor, until the last soul lamp went out, he failed to break through the Dao realm and became the Supreme Dao.
But instead of being as crazy as other people, doing evil things that both humans and gods would be angry with, and his disposition had changed drastically, he spent the last fifty years with a calm mind.
In those fifty years, he even paid for the family until he calmly closed his eyes and sat incarnation.
Therefore, there is an inscription on his tomb, which is remembered and worshipped by posterity, and even on the inscription, the reason and fear of the state of quasi-dao are described in detail.
Meng Hao was short of breath. After he read all the descriptions of his life, Meng Hao suddenly understood what is called Zhundao Zhizun.
He thought of Ke Yunhai's sitting in the Demon Immortal Ancient Sect, and thought of what Ke Yunhai had said that the pinnacle of the ancients meant what it meant.
"It turns out that there is a realm of quasi-dao between the ancient peak and the real realm. Because of its longevity collapse, there is no doubt that it will die, so it is crazy, so it is respected as the supreme, and it seems that I want to use this name to restrain it. Crazy person in this realm." Meng Hao murmured, looking at the stone tablet, he did not move the slightest tribute, clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
After a long while, Meng Hao left. In the next few days, he walked through the tombs of Zhundao Ancestors, a total of eleven large tombs, of which there were only three tombs with inscriptions.
Different experiences, similar results, scenes, scenes, like a book of consolation from the family, tells all the tribesmen who came here that between the peak of the ancient and the real Dao, the supremacy of the quasi Dao, a vicious and vicious madness. , Yi Nian is the worship of future generations.
"Dao Jing..." Meng Hao stood there when he passed the last large tomb, looking back behind him, his heart a little heavy.
"The road to practice is to walk forward through life and death, one step at a time, and the people who can walk to the end... too few, too few." Meng Hao sighed lightly, and bowed deeply to the tombs of Zhundao ancestors.
When he got up, he was about to leave, but at this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao’s storage bag, there was no vibration of the ancient jade demon for a long time. At this moment, he trembled suddenly, and the degree of vibration even exceeded At the beginning, Meng Hao saw the six generations of seal demon!
At the same time, a strong call bred in Meng Hao's heart. The call seemed to come from the depths of this ancestral land.
"How can the demon-sealing line be buried in the mountains and seas, and if it succeeds...this mountain and sea realm...return to the demon-sealing line!"
Hearing these words, Meng Hao's heart was shocked!