An Zheng and Chen Shaobai both heard the horn sound clearly, and their first reaction was to find a place to hide. There was nothing next to them, so they had to hide behind the tombstone statues of monster beasts. But after waiting for a long time, the sound of the horn gradually faded away, but nothing happened.
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, and then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
Chen Shaobai shook his head: "No need."
"Believe it."
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
"Go forward."
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
It took An Zheng a full ten minutes to dig out all the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became brighter. The throne emitted bursts of dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a holy feeling.
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
"Why is it so big!"
"Go forward."
"I thought you didn't believe it."
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
"How long has your father had this secret realm?"
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
The body seemed to have just died, and its body was still warm. Blood was still flowing out from the wound, and judging from the time, it must not have been more than five minutes. The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's head, and the blood had dyed the bell red.
"What's wrong?"
An Zheng walked over slowly, keeping alert at all times. He walked closer and took a look, then turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”
Chen Shaobai then laughed: "So there is no need to think about why. You don't even know why you killed me, so of course you didn't kill me. You are right, this must be just an illusion..."
"Something's wrong."
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
An Zheng: "If you follow me for a longer time, you may not have any kind of luck."
"Believe it."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
Chen Shaobai: "When you said that, I suddenly felt sad... Let's walk around and look inside."
"Believe it."
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
Chen Shaobai: "Just one."
When the throne turned around, the two people almost stopped breathing.
When the throne turned around, the two people almost stopped breathing.
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
It took An Zheng a full ten minutes to dig out all the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became brighter. The throne emitted bursts of dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a holy feeling.
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
"Qitian hasn't come down yet, let's be careful."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
"Qitian hasn't come down yet, let's be careful."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
"What's wrong?"
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
When the throne turned around, the two people almost stopped breathing.
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
Chen Shaobai shook his head: "No need."
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
"What's wrong?"
The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.
He used the ice soul to cut into the cracks in the stone, then pried and pulled, and a piece of stone was pulled out. The stone is square, about the size of a foot. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with a stone, and I don't know what the purpose of this is.
The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
Entering the gate of the tomb palace, it is not very big inside. Looking at the huge building of the tomb palace outside, when you come in, it feels like a half-meter-large watermelon, with only an inch-sized watermelon inside cut open.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
"You won't be frightened, right?"
Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let me tell you this way, if you have an old man who is the boss of a sect, and everyone in the sect regards your old man as a god and worships him. When he has You have laid a large foundation for you before, and you are his only son, and he does not want to turn you into a second-generation, idle playboy because of this huge foundation, so he sent you to hell early... "
"Believe it."
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
But An Zheng could see that there was something very complicated in Chen Shaobai's eyes. In fact, An Zheng also knows that hallucinations have flaws after all. For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion did not know this secret, then the created illusion of Chen Shaobai would not have this birthmark at all.
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest clam that people have ever seen is only about one meter and weighs six to seven hundred kilograms... and it is something from the deep sea. This clam looks to be at least six or seven meters long. How could it appear? At this?"
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple outside where he had tempered his body before, and then looked at the Tridacna throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting tribe? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? I should have asked Qi Tian from the beginning, but now I have no clue.
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
Chen Shaobai: "When you said that, I suddenly felt sad... Let's walk around and look inside."
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
The body seemed to have just died, and its body was still warm. Blood was still flowing out from the wound, and judging from the time, it must not have been more than five minutes. The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's head, and the blood had dyed the bell red.
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
An Zheng: "If you follow me for a longer time, you may not have any kind of luck."
Chen Shaobai was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Why did you kill me?"
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let me tell you this way, if you have an old man who is the boss of a sect, and everyone in the sect regards your old man as a god and worships him. When he has You have laid a large foundation for you before, and you are his only son, and he does not want to turn you into a second-generation, idle playboy because of this huge foundation, so he sent you to hell early... "
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
After dozens of seconds, the expressions of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let me tell you this way, if you have an old man who is the boss of a sect, and everyone in the sect regards your old man as a god and worships him. When he has You have laid a large foundation for you before, and you are his only son, and he does not want to turn you into a second-generation, idle playboy because of this huge foundation, so he sent you to hell early... "
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”
But An Zheng could see that there was something very complicated in Chen Shaobai's eyes. In fact, An Zheng also knows that hallucinations have flaws after all. For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion did not know this secret, then the created illusion of Chen Shaobai would not have this birthmark at all.
Entering the gate of the tomb palace, it is not very big inside. Looking at the huge building of the tomb palace outside, when you come in, it feels like a half-meter-large watermelon, with only an inch-sized watermelon inside cut open.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
Chen Shaobai came over and took a look: "Is this... a clam?"
He used the ice soul to cut into the cracks in the stone, then pried and pulled, and a piece of stone was pulled out. The stone is square, about the size of a foot. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with a stone, and I don't know what the purpose of this is.
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
"What's wrong?"
An Zheng was silent for a while: "I don't know."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng said: "This is the reverse side, the back side of the throne."
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
"It smells like blood."
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
"Why didn't I smell it?"
He used the ice soul to cut into the cracks in the stone, then pried and pulled, and a piece of stone was pulled out. The stone is square, about the size of a foot. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with a stone, and I don't know what the purpose of this is.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, and then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"Go forward."
"That's because you don't smell enough."
Sitting on the throne was... An Zheng.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
Chen Shaobai then laughed: "So there is no need to think about why. You don't even know why you killed me, so of course you didn't kill me. You are right, this must be just an illusion..."
"Something's wrong."
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
"Why is it so big!"
"Qitian hasn't come down yet, let's be careful."
After dozens of seconds, the expressions of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.
The body seemed to have just died, and its body was still warm. Blood was still flowing out from the wound, and judging from the time, it must not have been more than five minutes. The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's head, and the blood had dyed the bell red.
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai both heard the horn sound clearly, and their first reaction was to find a place to hide. There was nothing next to them, so they had to hide behind the tombstone statues of monster beasts. But after waiting for a long time, the sound of the horn gradually faded away, but nothing happened.
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
Where the scales of the holy fish could shine, there lay a corpse.
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
"I thought you didn't believe it."
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
When the throne turned around, the two people almost stopped breathing.
But An Zheng could see that there was something very complicated in Chen Shaobai's eyes. In fact, An Zheng also knows that hallucinations have flaws after all. For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion did not know this secret, then the created illusion of Chen Shaobai would not have this birthmark at all.
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
"How long has your father had this secret realm?"
An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple outside where he had tempered his body before, and then looked at the Tridacna throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting tribe? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? I should have asked Qi Tian from the beginning, but now I have no clue.
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
"Believe it."
Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, and then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"At least... at least, I don't know. Anyway, it should be quite a long time ago, at least before I was born."
"Something's wrong."
After dozens of seconds, the expressions of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple outside where he had tempered his body before, and then looked at the Tridacna throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting tribe? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? I should have asked Qi Tian from the beginning, but now I have no clue.
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest clam that people have ever seen is only about one meter and weighs six to seven hundred kilograms... and it is something from the deep sea. This clam looks to be at least six or seven meters long. How could it appear? At this?"
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
"That's because you don't smell enough."
An Zheng walked over slowly, keeping alert at all times. He walked closer and took a look, then turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
Where the scales of the holy fish could shine, there lay a corpse.
It took An Zheng a full ten minutes to dig out all the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became brighter. The throne emitted bursts of dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a holy feeling.
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
Chen Shaobai: "What are you doing?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
The back of the dead Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and there was a bronze bell embedded in the broken skull.
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
"You won't be frightened, right?"
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
An Zheng: "If you follow me for a longer time, you may not have any kind of luck."
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
"What's wrong?"
Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let me tell you this way, if you have an old man who is the boss of a sect, and everyone in the sect regards your old man as a god and worships him. When he has You have laid a large foundation for you before, and you are his only son, and he does not want to turn you into a second-generation, idle playboy because of this huge foundation, so he sent you to hell early... "
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
Where the scales of the holy fish could shine, there lay a corpse.
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
It took An Zheng a full ten minutes to dig out all the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became brighter. The throne emitted bursts of dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a holy feeling.
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
Chen Shaobai: "What are you doing?"
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.
Chen Shaobai came over and took a look: "Is this... a clam?"
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
The door of the ancient tomb was actually open.
Chen Shaobai squatted down next to the corpse. After being silent for a while, he pulled up the deceased's sleeves. There was a vermilion birthmark about an inch above the wrist. After seeing this birthmark, Chen Shaobai's face became even more ugly. The corners of his mouth were twitching: "Fuck...it's really me!"
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
The ice soul is very sharp. In terms of sharpness, An Zheng feels that it is second only to the Anran Sword among his magical weapons.
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
"It smells like blood."
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
The back of the dead Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and there was a bronze bell embedded in the broken skull.
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, and then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
Chen Shaobai looked at An Zheng, and An Zheng looked at him.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
An Zheng walked over slowly, keeping alert at all times. He walked closer and took a look, then turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai both heard the horn sound clearly, and their first reaction was to find a place to hide. There was nothing next to them, so they had to hide behind the tombstone statues of monster beasts. But after waiting for a long time, the sound of the horn gradually faded away, but nothing happened.
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
"That's the shell."
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
Chen Shaobai: "Just one."
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
"That's because you don't smell enough."
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”
"Believe it."
"What's wrong?"
The body seemed to have just died, and its body was still warm. Blood was still flowing out from the wound, and judging from the time, it must not have been more than five minutes. The bronze bell was embedded in the back of Chen Shaobai's head, and the blood had dyed the bell red.
"I thought you didn't believe it."
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
The back of the dead Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and there was a bronze bell embedded in the broken skull.
"How long has your father had this secret realm?"
Chen Shaobai: "Just one."
Chen Shaobai was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Why did you kill me?"
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
"You won't be frightened, right?"
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
An Zheng was silent for a while: "I don't know."
An Zheng: "I'm not his son."
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
Chen Shaobai then laughed: "So there is no need to think about why. You don't even know why you killed me, so of course you didn't kill me. You are right, this must be just an illusion..."
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
The ice soul is very sharp. In terms of sharpness, An Zheng feels that it is second only to the Anran Sword among his magical weapons.
But An Zheng could see that there was something very complicated in Chen Shaobai's eyes. In fact, An Zheng also knows that hallucinations have flaws after all. For example, the scarlet birthmark on Chen Shaobai's arm. If the person who created the illusion did not know this secret, then the created illusion of Chen Shaobai would not have this birthmark at all.
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
He saw the dead Chen Shaobai slowly sitting up, with blood on his face. He dug and dug out the bronze bell from the back of his head, and then stretched out his hand as if giving it to An Zheng. He was sitting there, grinning...
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
"Go forward."
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
"Believe it."
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
Where the scales of the holy fish could shine, there lay a corpse.
After dozens of seconds, the expressions of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
An Zheng: "If you follow me for a longer time, you may not have any kind of luck."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
Chen Shaobai shook his head: "No need."
"Go forward."
"It smells like blood."
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
An Zheng put the bell into Chen Shaobai's hand: "Take it, since you saw it, you must be careful."
"That's the shell."
"That's the shell."
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
"That's the shell."
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
"Go forward."
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
The light inside was very dim, so I couldn't see very far. An Zheng summoned a piece of holy fish scale from the blood bead bracelet. The soft white light emitting from the holy fish scale also gave people some comfort. An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the scales of the holy fish slowly flew forward.
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
"That's because you don't smell enough."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
He saw the dead Chen Shaobai slowly sitting up, with blood on his face. He dug and dug out the bronze bell from the back of his head, and then stretched out his hand as if giving it to An Zheng. He was sitting there, grinning...
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai both heard the horn sound clearly, and their first reaction was to find a place to hide. There was nothing next to them, so they had to hide behind the tombstone statues of monster beasts. But after waiting for a long time, the sound of the horn gradually faded away, but nothing happened.
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
The ice soul is very sharp. In terms of sharpness, An Zheng feels that it is second only to the Anran Sword among his magical weapons.
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple outside where he had tempered his body before, and then looked at the Tridacna throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting tribe? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? I should have asked Qi Tian from the beginning, but now I have no clue.
Chen Shaobai: "What are you doing?"
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
An Zheng didn't want to say anything. No one believed him even if he explained it.
Chen Shaobai: "When you said that, I suddenly felt sad... Let's walk around and look inside."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
"You won't be frightened, right?"
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
Chen Shaobai shook his head: "No need."
Chen Shaobai: "Just one."
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
Chen Shaobai thought for a while and put the bell away: "That's fine, let's see what you use to kill me later."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
An Zheng was silent for a while: "I don't know."
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
Chen Shaobai came over and took a look: "Is this... a clam?"
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
Chen Shaobai smiled and said: "I don't take it seriously anymore, so don't say anything. If we go forward, I want to see which bastard is here to scare people."
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
Entering the gate of the tomb palace, it is not very big inside. Looking at the huge building of the tomb palace outside, when you come in, it feels like a half-meter-large watermelon, with only an inch-sized watermelon inside cut open.
"That's the shell."
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
"I thought you didn't believe it."
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
An Zheng: "Stop looking."
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
An Zheng thought for a while, then took out the bronze bell and handed it to Chen Shaobai: "Maybe this is not a good omen, so you take this bell back temporarily."
An Zheng said: "This is the reverse side, the back side of the throne."
The ice soul is very sharp. In terms of sharpness, An Zheng feels that it is second only to the Anran Sword among his magical weapons.
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
"What's wrong?"
An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest clam that people have ever seen is only about one meter and weighs six to seven hundred kilograms... and it is something from the deep sea. This clam looks to be at least six or seven meters long. How could it appear? At this?"
He used the ice soul to cut into the cracks in the stone, then pried and pulled, and a piece of stone was pulled out. The stone is square, about the size of a foot. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with a stone, and I don't know what the purpose of this is.
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
After dozens of seconds, the expressions of An Zheng and Chen Shaobai changed at the same time.
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
It took An Zheng a full ten minutes to dig out all the stones piled around the throne, and the entire hall suddenly became brighter. The throne emitted bursts of dazzling white light, and it seemed to have a holy feeling.
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng said: "What do you want to say?"
The two people turned back and looked at the corpse again. Chen Shaobai sighed and said that it was really uncomfortable to see him dead in such a miserable state, and then walked inside first. An Zheng followed him, hesitated for a moment and then looked back for one more look.
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
Chen Shaobai was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Why did you kill me?"
Chen Shaobai came over and took a look: "Is this... a clam?"
He saw the dead Chen Shaobai slowly sitting up, with blood on his face. He dug and dug out the bronze bell from the back of his head, and then stretched out his hand as if giving it to An Zheng. He was sitting there, grinning...
An Zheng said something and then walked in first. Neither of them had seen the Ancient Sage, and certainly had not seen the Ancient Sage's tomb. Therefore, I am not sure whether the large-scale cemetery in front of me belongs to the ancient saint, but I always feel that it is extremely eerie and terrifying. Who knows whether something will appear next to me in the next second.
"Believe it."
Chen Shaobai squatted down next to the corpse. After being silent for a while, he pulled up the deceased's sleeves. There was a vermilion birthmark about an inch above the wrist. After seeing this birthmark, Chen Shaobai's face became even more ugly. The corners of his mouth were twitching: "Fuck...it's really me!"
An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest clam that people have ever seen is only about one meter and weighs six to seven hundred kilograms... and it is something from the deep sea. This clam looks to be at least six or seven meters long. How could it appear? At this?"
An Zheng was silent for a while: "I don't know."
He used the ice soul to cut into the cracks in the stone, then pried and pulled, and a piece of stone was pulled out. The stone is square, about the size of a foot. It seems that someone deliberately sealed the real throne inside with a stone, and I don't know what the purpose of this is.
Entering the gate of the tomb palace, it is not very big inside. Looking at the huge building of the tomb palace outside, when you come in, it feels like a half-meter-large watermelon, with only an inch-sized watermelon inside cut open.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
An Zheng: "So... I killed you."
The back of the dead Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and there was a bronze bell embedded in the broken skull.
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
An Zheng said something to Chen Shaobai, then walked up, flipped his wrist and took out the dagger Bing Po. The ice soul is a magic weapon with a peak red quality. The material is very special. If the person who forges the ice soul has a higher level, he will create a gold treasure.
"That's the shell."
The person who died was Chen Shaobai.
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
An Zheng thought of the Leichi Temple outside where he had tempered his body before, and then looked at the Tridacna throne in front of him. It seemed that many things were closely related to the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. Isn't that ancient saint the ancestor of the ancient hunting tribe? Why are there so many things about Buddhism? I should have asked Qi Tian from the beginning, but now I have no clue.
Chen Shaobai: "When you said that, I suddenly felt sad... Let's walk around and look inside."
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”
"It smells like blood."
Chen Shaobai then laughed: "So there is no need to think about why. You don't even know why you killed me, so of course you didn't kill me. You are right, this must be just an illusion..."
An Zheng: "Your father is really big-hearted. He dares to throw you in without knowing what this is."
"Something's wrong."
Chen Shaobai: "You mean you brought me this good luck? Can you stop being so narcissistic? I obviously brought you into this secret realm, so why did you bring me good luck?" Woolen cloth."
"Why is it so big!"
An Zheng said: "Hello, hello, we just came to visit."
An Zheng said: "This is the reverse side, the back side of the throne."
Chen Shaobai: "The difference between you and me is that you grew up in a miserable place like Cangman Mountain's Huanshi Changju City. And I grew up in an environment that is ten thousand times worse than your living environment. Growing up, my mentality was much better than that of ordinary people, so after I went to Huanshi Changju City, I felt like it was like heaven.”
Chen Shaobai stuck his head out to take a look, and then asked An Zheng: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
Chen Shaobai: "And you."
Where the scales of the holy fish could shine, there lay a corpse.
An Zheng: "If you follow me for a longer time, you may not have any kind of luck."
Chen Shaobai also noticed: "Well, it should be with its back to us. But why is the throne placed like this? Did the person sitting on this throne always face the wall? Since he was facing the wall, why did he put such a big gap? He grabbed it and used it as his seat."
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly: "This makes no sense. This secret realm has been in my father's hands since it was discovered. Even he used it for the first time. There is no way anyone could have come in before us."
"Go forward."
An Zheng nodded: "It is said that the largest clam that people have ever seen is only about one meter and weighs six to seven hundred kilograms... and it is something from the deep sea. This clam looks to be at least six or seven meters long. How could it appear? At this?"
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
"At least... at least, I don't know. Anyway, it should be quite a long time ago, at least before I was born."
Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders habitually: "Let me tell you this way, if you have an old man who is the boss of a sect, and everyone in the sect regards your old man as a god and worships him. When he has You have laid a large foundation for you before, and you are his only son, and he does not want to turn you into a second-generation, idle playboy because of this huge foundation, so he sent you to hell early... "
Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then began to rub his hands: "Old Saint's Tomb, you are really lucky this time."
An Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Chen Shaobai grabbed the Tridacna throne and exerted force, and there was a squeaking sound from below, as if some mechanism had been activated. The throne began to slowly turn back on its own, and the mechanism below made a clicking sound, which seemed so harsh in the quiet hall.
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
Chen Shaobai: "When you said that, I suddenly felt sad... Let's walk around and look inside."
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
Things like clams have weird shapes, but this one in front of them looks like a natural throne.
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
An Zheng looked at Chen Shaobai, as if he wanted to see the answer on his face.
"It smells like blood."
An Zheng and Chen Shaobai retreated on guard at the same time, their faces a little solemn. The clam throne rotates very slowly and is obviously extremely heavy.
An Zheng patted the already stiff Chen Shaobai on the shoulder: "This kind of thing is nothing. Maybe we entered some kind of hallucination as soon as we entered the door. So what we saw may not be true."
An Zheng knelt down next to him and carefully inspected the body. No injuries could be seen on the front. He turned the body over and froze there.
An Zheng took a few steps forward and then pulled Chen Shaobai.
Chen Shaobai: "Why!"
"The smell of the dead man's blood is still so strong, as if he had just died."
An Zheng frowned slightly: "Be careful, someone has come in."
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
When the throne turned around, the two people almost stopped breathing.
"Something's wrong."
"How long has your father had this secret realm?"
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the side of the Tridacna throne with both hands: "Just turn it around!"
The back of the dead Chen Shaobai's head had been smashed into pieces, and there was a bronze bell embedded in the broken skull.
Chen Shaobai: "Just one."
The two people walked forward and reached the end of the tomb palace hall and saw a throne. The throne is big, but very simple. It should be made of stones. Judging from the material and color of the stones, they are not treasures, they are just ordinary stones. The throne was empty, there was nothing.
Sitting on the throne was... An Zheng.
An Zheng looked back and saw that the body had not moved.
An Zheng asked: "How many of these do you have?"
"Why didn't I smell it?"
"Why is it so big!"
Chen Shaobai smiled, hiding the sadness behind his eyes: "So, when you come back from hell, everywhere you look will be heaven."
An Zheng felt that his heart was going to explode, so he grabbed Chen Shaobai in front of him. Chen Shaobai turned around and asked what happened, and An Zheng pointed at the corpse. Chen Shaobai looked over... The body was still lying on the ground.
A dead An Zheng had a hole in his forehead, and a black oil-paper umbrella was stuck in the hole. The umbrella was not opened, it was stuck there, and blood was still dripping down the handle.
"How long has your father had this secret realm?"
"Go forward."
An Zheng: "I don't feel your sadness at all."
He walked around from behind An Zheng, and An Zheng stood in front of him again. Chen Shaobai smiled and said, "You really can't beat me in terms of speed. He ducked to one side and then swayed behind An Zheng." But when he saw the dead body on the ground, his face immediately turned extremely pale.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
An Zheng walked over slowly, keeping alert at all times. He walked closer and took a look, then turned around and stood in front of Chen Shaobai.
An Zheng was not a very comforting person, so he just patted Chen Shaobai on the shoulder.
Sitting on the throne was... An Zheng.
Chen Shaobai: "If what we are in front of is really the tomb of an ancient saint, then you and I may encounter a lot of weird things inside. Some people say that after a certain level of cultivation, the souls will stay together and never separate. I don’t know if it’s true. What should we do if you see the soul of the ancient saint in the tomb?”