Vol 3 Chapter 890: tombstone

"what's the situation?"
Feng Hao saw that the gate of the Devil's Cemetery was closed, and that there were so many grave-keepers crawling out of the ground, and he had a strange feeling for no reason.
It's as if he went to someone's house as a guest, and was turned away before he entered. At the same time, the servants at the door had to bomb him away.
While Feng Hao frowned, he turned to look at the middle-aged man with long hair standing not far away.
Strangely, unlike the gravekeepers who climbed out of the ground, the opponent did not show hostility to Feng Hao.
Instead, he stood in a line with Feng Hao, staring at the group of gravekeepers crawling out.
"Back down!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man with long hair slammed his feet suddenly, and a rhyme suddenly came, and those grave-keepers who had just climbed out first stunned, and then all retreated in a bleak manner.
"..."
Feng Hao glanced at the middle-aged man with long hair, his expression was slightly moving, this guy gave him the feeling, just like the head of a gravekeeper.
Feng Hao couldn't help but think, it really can exist in the possession of the mysterious strong, far from those underground gravekeepers can compare.
The gravekeepers were drunk, but the gates of the Devil's Cemetery were still closed.
There were no signs of opening for Feng Hao.
"Is this a test?"
Feng Hao looked at the middle-aged man with long hair.
The latter shook his head and walked to the iron gate of the God Devil's Cemetery. Then ... he held the iron gate stained with the blood of the God Demon with both hands and pushed it hard.
Squeak!
The gate of the devil's cemetery was easily opened by the long-haired middle-aged gravekeeper.
"This……"
Seeing Feng Hao in this scene, I was stunned at that time. Is it so easy?
Or does it mean that only the gravekeeper can open the gate of this demon cemetery?
"It's just windy, just push away."
The tomb guard Mune said, and then entered the demon cemetery, and his body disappeared into the mist.
Feng Hao had a toothache at the time. He thought that this demon cemetery had turned him away, but he didn't expect ...
But it's just windy.
哐 Dang!
However, as soon as the gravekeeper entered the demon cemetery, the rusty iron door closed immediately.
Keep Fenghao out.
"?????"
Feng Hao watched as the gravekeeper disappeared in the Devil's Tomb, just trying to open the door, but found ...
The iron door was immobile.
As if heavy.
"It's ... just windy?"
Feng Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and he was depressed at the time. What kind of wind was this, that would make him unable to open this iron door.
Say good wind is strong?
Feng Hao used his own repair as a hard push, Kirin's arms appeared, and he found that the iron gate was still motionless.
"The practice of the half-way ancestors couldn't be shaken ..."
Feng Hao was shocked.
A half-walk ancestor cannot open a door. What is this concept?
It is equivalent to ... an existence that almost surpasses all beings, thinking that the world is unparalleled.
In fact, it may just be sitting on the sky.
However, this result also excited Feng Hao. He was most afraid to climb the peak of Daozu again and found that it was already the limit of Dao, and the road ahead was blocked.
So what's the point of his rebuilding?
Did n’t you come to the universe by accident to surpass your former self?
But now, the demon cemetery allows Feng Hao to see the future, a future that makes his heart surge.
The future can be expected.
The power of Fengzhou combined with the power of Dadao, Fenghao's hands, like the hands of God, pushed gently.
Squeak!
There is no need to use too much li, the iron gate of the Devil's Cemetery is already open.
Feng Hao stepped into the devil's cemetery, and the fog was thick, which suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Not far away, the gravekeeper had long-haired middle-aged men and stood there silently.
Feng Hao also found that the gravekeeper at this time was once again possessed by the mysterious powerhouse.
"Congratulations, you have become the first half-step ancestor to step into the Devil's Tomb in these hundreds of thousands of years."
The hoarse and thick voice sounded, and the tomb guardian who possessed the mysterious strongman pointed his finger to a certain direction in the demon cemetery and said, "This seat, in the 108th tomb, wants to see me and come over."
Feng Hao nodded and said, "Okay!"
In the Devil's Cemetery, there is a strong repressive force, which makes Feng Hao run the road with some stasis.
However, Fengzhou felt clear and clear, which gave him more confidence and faced these terrible existences in the demon cemetery.
The keeper of the mysterious strong possessed a slight smile, then lowered his head and stopped moving.
Feng Hao glanced at it, and did not stop, and began to count 108 tombs in the direction the other party pointed.
Walking all the way, I finally stopped in front of a tombstone with only half of the gravestone stained with the blood of the demon.
Feng Hao frowned as he looked at this ancient tomb full of mottled marks of years.
This ... is the grave of the mysterious powerhouse?
There is 100,000 years of power underneath a dormant?
But there are thousands of tombs like this ancient tomb, which means ...
Thousands of such ancestral powers are buried in this demon cemetery?
Even ... beyond the existence of the ancestor.
Feng Hao was shaken by the small earthquake. He looked at the half of the tombstone in front of him, and said, "Follow your instructions, I'm here, then ... come on!"
boom!
As Feng Hao's words fell, the tombstone behind the tombstone suddenly heard movement.
boom! boom!
The movement was getting louder and stronger, Feng Hao stepped back two steps.
Bang!
With a roar, the tomb exploded directly, and the dirt splashed. After the dust fell to the ground, Feng Hao could see the true body of the mysterious strongman.
A middle-aged man with long hair and shoulders, Wu Guan was tough, but his face was as pale as paper, but his body stood up like a javelin, and a strong momentum straight into the sky.
The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, but in the erosion of the years, this apparently extraordinary garment of God was also full of traces of years and was worn out.
It's just the divine light that wanders from time to time, letting people know that this divine clothes is extraordinary.
Feng Hao looked at the middle-aged man quietly. Although he didn't know what the other party was, the camp was obviously a god.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands on his head, taller than Feng Hao, looking down at Feng Hao, and whispered softly: "Being able to enter the demon cemetery means that you are qualified to be promoted to God. It takes a million years to sleep in the demon cemetery to wake up. "
"Millions of years of sleep?"
After Feng Hao heard the words of the middle-aged man, he froze for a moment. Is this a joke?
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "This is the rule of the Devil's Cemetery. The thousands of ancient tombs you see now, where the devil is dormant, are all for millions of years. "
Feng Hao frowned: "What about you?"
"Me? Hehe!"
The middle-aged person looked at Feng Hao with a smile, and said, "You are the one selected by this seat to replace the rest of this seat. Look at the tombstone ..."
Feng Hao looked at the tombstone, suddenly sinking in his heart, and saw that only half of the tombstone had been carved with two bright red words: Feng Hao.