Chapter 1968: Fallen prince

Chapter 1968: Fallen Prince
Bury the Emperor!
These four words are too shocking for most monks present.
Even if Su Zimo had heard the history of the emperor's grave from Tang Ziyi long ago, when he really entered the place at this time, he felt a kind of unexplainable pressure.
This feeling is beyond words, more like the majesty of Xiandi.
Even though this immortal emperor has fallen for thousands of years, Diwei still exists!
Everyone is just the Xuanyuan Realm. For them, it is definitely a rare opportunity to enter Dixian, Tianxian's tomb, and Dongfu.
But the tomb of the Emperor was buried ...
The monks who can ascend to the upper world are not fools. They can see clearly, this grave is definitely not good!
Even if it is true as said by King Gensuke-gun, there are unimaginable treasures in it, and the inheritance of the secret law is bound to be accompanied by unbearable dangers!
"Since you are here, I might as well tell you that each of you is cursed now. If you want to survive, you must find the jade charm as soon as possible. I will lead you back to the county king's palace. Your Highness will naturally take action to help you remove the curse in your body.
The thin old man said quietly.
"How do I return to County King's Mansion?"
Su Zimo asked suddenly.
When he entered the emperor's tomb, he found that there was no exit at all.
In the county king's palace, they used the power of the teleportation array to break the barriers of the emperor's grave and entered the place.
But in the emperor's grave, there was no teleportation formation.
The fat old man snorted coldly: "You don't have to ask more about this matter. Once you find the jade charm, we naturally have a way to take you back."
Tang Ziyi's voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind: "Even Xuanxian cannot stay in this emperor's grave for more than a year, otherwise it is difficult to remove the curse in the body even if there is a way to heaven.
"In addition, if you feel the turbulence in this heaven and earth, it means that the emperor's tomb has left the continent of Shenxiao and is once again hidden in the void."
"At that time, you must leave as soon as possible, or you will drift with the emperor's grave in the dark and empty space, I do not know the years, will eventually become a dead bone in this grave."
Fat and thin, the two old men led the crowd and headed forward.
They did not dare to go too fast, and looked around as they went forward.
Su Zimo looked up.
I saw the top of the sky, filled with stars, shining and shining, this is not like a grave, but more like another world.
In the starry sky, there are huge broken beams across each other, and they are set up with each other, covered with green moss, and occasionally thick stone pillars, soaring to the sky and standing on the ground.
These beams and stone pillars are more like ancient buildings thousands of years ago, and have been ruined by years.
But at first glance, I can still feel the shock!
Compared with these ancient buildings, the small people are like a dust particle falling above.
There was nothing around, there was no breath of life, and there was no sound.
The sound of footsteps walking in the ruins echoed in the ear, very clear.
The people went along all the way, and after walking for half a day, they hardly encountered any obstacles and dangers. The spirit of some monks gradually relaxed.
"what is that!"
Suddenly someone pointed in front and whispered.
In front of the crowd, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to them, a long shawl and a golden robe, shimmering with light.
"It should be a person, but he can't see through his cultivation."
Li Tian frowned slightly, Shen said.
The skinny old man looked indifferent, saying: "Everyone need not be nervous. Almost all monks who enter the emperor's grave are Xuanxian."
Su Zimo squinted slightly.
The man in the golden robe in front should be a dead man!
"Who is a Taoist, why is it stopping us?"
A monk asked loudly, staring at the back of the man in the golden robe.
Halfway past, the man in the golden robe did not respond. Between heaven and earth, only the monk's own voice was echoing.
"This person may have been dead for a long time. It seems that he was not weak before this life."
The fat old man muttered.
Everyone stepped forward cautiously and did not dare to get too close.
"There are words on the ground!"
Jian Yu practiced Kendo, with sharp eyes, staring at the ground in front of the man in the golden robe.
The people quickly made a few steps and looked intently.
"I am the King of Fengxuan. I am a man of magic. I am so ancient and dazzling. I am so terrified that I was trapped in this emperor's grave. I am sad!"
"Poor me, I can't pass it down. It's really a loss to my demon domain. It's a shame in the world!"
These two lines of handwriting are not much, but their content is extremely shocking!
Tang Ziyi once told Su Zimo that there were more than twenty princes falling in this emperor's grave!
Unexpectedly, when they entered the emperor's grave this time, they met one of the king realm, which is the demon king of the demon realm!
Su Zimo can clearly feel that the breathing of many monks around him has become a little heavy, and his eyes are hot.
Everyone's eyes fell on the storage bag around the king of Feng Xuan!
In a prince's storage bag, in addition to the legacy of the demon king, how many treasures will there be!
You know, the body of the King Fengxuan is obviously untouched. In other words, whoever gets this storage bag can get the full inheritance of a prince!
Su Zimo did not act lightly.
He found that the two old men who were fat and thin did not intend to come forward at this time, and seemed not interested in the storage bag of King Feng Xuan.
In the face of a demon king's heritage and treasures, it would never be possible if he didn't hesitate.
Fat and thin two old men have such a reaction, there must be something weird inside!
Su Zimo's eyes were on Tang Ziyi, not far away.
Tang Ziyi also looked indifferent and did not move forward.
After a little silence, someone finally couldn't bear it and asked tentatively, "Senior, this Fengxuan King's storage bag ..."
"His Highness said that the treasures in this emperor's tomb should not be inherited. If you can get them, that's your ability."
Fat old man said with a smile.
Li Tian originally wanted to come forward, but a movement in his heart, he noticed the flash of teaser in the fat old man's eyes, and stopped his footsteps.
He looks rough, but he is as careful as a heart.
The sword feather on the other side did not move.
Two monks, when the fat old man's voice had just fallen, couldn't bear it, and went directly to grab the storage bag around Feng Xuanwang's waist!
The two had just arrived in front of King Feng Xuan, and had not waited to touch the storage bag.
The two lines of handwriting on the ground suddenly burst into a cold light, extremely severe, strangling the two monks directly into a mist of blood!
Everyone was shocked.
The whole process happened too quickly, but in a blink of an eye, the two monks were dead and the bones were gone!
And these blood mists gradually fell down and penetrated into the ground.
Blood stained the dirt, and another line of blood-stained writing gradually emerged.
"If you want to inherit my magic, let me be buried! Hahahaha!"
Through this line of handwriting, everyone seemed to be able to see that Feng Xuan's face was almost distorted before he died.
He didn't want to leave any legacy.
As a generation of demon king, he was buried here, with endless resentments in his heart, he just wanted to find more people to bury with him!
It is a pity that he never thought that the power he had left in the past years would greatly diminish his power, but he would only kill two mysterious immortals, and those cold rays would fall between heaven and earth.
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