Chapter 4971: I can't say

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Looking at this black building, Jiang Yun only felt that the blood in his whole body had stopped flowing, and his whole person was frozen in there as if it had turned into a wooden sculpture.
Don't talk about Jiang Yun, even if he is as powerful as blood impermanence, he can't help but exclaimed: "A mirage!"
Yes, this black building is one of the nine realm tribes, the sacred object of the mirage that raised Jiang Yun, the mirage!
Jiang Yun never imagined that in one of Jiang's practice pavilions, after he passed the nine levels, he would actually see a mirage.
However, Jiang Yun was too familiar with Mirage.
Therefore, he could tell at a glance that the mirage in front of him was not a real mirage.
Even, it is not an entity, it is just a flat image, just like a painting!
With the appearance of the mirage phantom, a woman's voice sounded in Jiang Yun's ear: "Although the patriarch asked me to be responsible for creating this True Fantasy Pavilion, and asked me to leave some rewards for future generations."
"But I am ashamed to say that my mastery of the power of illusion is nothing but a fur."
"Therefore, I can't leave you any magical powers. I can only show you this building."
"This is a painting I found in the burial ground, and it is precisely seeing this painting that gave me the privilege of being exposed to the power of illusion."
"Unfortunately, my aptitude is too bad, and I can't take this painting out of the burial ground, so I can only copy one by myself."
"In the future, if you have the opportunity to enter the burial ground, if you are interested in the power of true illusion, you might as well go to the burial ground near the central restricted area."
"There, you can see the authenticity of this painting."
"This painting is very magical. I hope it can be helpful to you. At least, it surpasses me in the practice of magical power."
When the voice reached here, it stopped sounding, but Jiang Yun still stood still, motionless.
He naturally heard every word spoken by the woman's voice and understood the meaning of the other person's words.
The other party, obviously also a member of the Jiang family, practiced the power of true fantasy, so the first ancestor asked her to create a true fantasy pavilion to guide Jiang's descendants to practice.
However, this ancestor consciously did not have high attainments in the power of true illusion, and there was no way to leave any substantial rewards.
For this reason, she can only leave behind the image of the mirage that she has copied.
The mirage she saw was indeed a painting.
And, it's in Jiang's burial place!
"True Domain!"
After a long time, Jiang Yun spoke softly and said these two words.
Only Xue Wuchang understood what he meant by these two words.
So far, Jiang Yun can be completely certain that Jiang's burial place is from True Realm!
Otherwise, how could there be paintings of mirages inside.
Moreover, in addition to the paintings of the mirage, there may be other things related to the eight tribes of the true realm in the burial ground.
They may have been discovered by the Jiang family, but because they didn't know their meaning, they were not passed down.
Or, they are still hidden in the burial ground without being discovered.
But anyway, Jiang Yun is more curious about the burial place.
In any case, he must enter the burial ground to see with his own eyes what is inside.
"Om!"
At this moment, a slight force fell from the sky and landed on Jiang Yun's body, causing Jiang Yun's guardian figure to appear again.
Moreover, in the left eye of the guardian figure, there began to be traces of catkins-like things, filling in little by little.
Irrigation!
Although the ancestor of the Jiang family who created the True Fantasy Pavilion did not leave behind any magical powers, she still retained her own magical power.
Jiang Yun closed his eyes and silently received the empowerment. At the same time, he couldn't help but ask Xue Wuchang: "Senior Blood, when you were in the real realm, you heard of similar artifacts like Jiang's Burial Ground. ?"
Jiang's burial place is not only a world, but also a magical artifact.
"This magical artifact can not only change the blood of a person, but it also hides powerful magical artifacts such as flameless puppet lamps and Guantian Palace."
"Even, it has something to do with the nine races of True Domain."
Xue Wuchang was silent for a moment and said: "Yes!"
Jiang Yun's eyes lit up suddenly: "What magical artifact?"
However, Xue Wuchang shook his head again and said, "I don't know what the specific magic weapon is."
"I only know that the nine races of True Realm actually had their own masters!"
"In other words, above the Nine Clan, there is a stronger existence."
"Whether the abilities or magic weapons possessed in Jiang's burial ground, he should be able to possess them with his strength."
"Therefore, I think that Jiang's burial place may have originally belonged to that person's certain artifact."
"I don't know for what reason, I fell into the bitter territory and got it by your Jiang family."
Jiang Yun was stunned again.
Although he is the master of the Nine Clan, he knows very well that he can only be regarded as the master of the Nine Clan holy artifacts.
Moreover, it was because of all sorts of mistakes and chances that he became the master of the sacred objects of the Nine Races.
Simply put, I became the owner of the Nine Clan holy artifacts when they were at their weakest.
If the sacred artifacts of the Nine Races still have a little power, let alone become their masters, I am afraid they may be killed or controlled.
But even so, I dare not say that I am the master of the Nine Clan.
Especially after knowing that Tianwaitian, the great emperor of the nine tribes actually suppressed the nine great emperors waiting for Xue Wuchang.
If he really ran to the great emperor of the Nine Races and told them that he was their master, they should be able to dissipate the smoke they were blowing in one breath.
However, now Xue Wuchang actually told himself that the Nine Races really had a master when they were in True Realm.
Even the place of his own Jiang family's burial might be that person's magic weapon, which made Jiang Yun not shocked.
After a long time, Jiang Yun came back to his senses, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked softly, "Who is that strong?"
The blood impermanence also whispered: "I, no... can say it!"
There was obviously a pause in the voice of blood impermanence, which made Jiang Yun suspect that what he wanted to say was that he, dare not say it!
Jiang Yun took a deep breath!
I have seen a lot of great emperors, among them, blood impermanence is definitely the most arrogant, and almost no one can get his eyes.
However, now he dare not even say a person's name.
This is like when the Dao Domain cultivator did not dare to say the name of Dao Zun.
From this it can be seen that the original masters of the nine races in the real realm were really powerful to the extreme.
Jiang Yun naturally did not continue to question, but more doubts appeared in his heart.
Since the original master of the Nine Clan is so powerful, why did the Nine Clan suppress the Nine People including Xue Wuchang?
Could it be that, in fact, it is this strong man who really suppresses the impermanence of the blood?
Then why would Tian Waitian inexplicably ran to the magical realm and entered the Four Realms.
Moreover, after staying for so many years, wouldn't that strong man look for the whereabouts of the Lower Nine?
Or is it that the strong man is no longer there?
Jiang Yun would naturally not have answers to these doubts, so Jiang Yun had thought about it, but didn't delve into it.
Finally, the power covering him disappeared.
Jiang Yun could also feel that his cultivation level had obviously improved a bit.
Especially the emptiness of dreams, one third has been filled.
Jiang Yun secretly said: "I'm afraid, although this ancestor said that she is not good at the power of real fantasy, but in fact, she is not low in attainments. It is possible that she is also a great emperor."
Originally, Jiang Yun still wondered whether that ancestor would also leave a clone of divine consciousness here.
If it is, then you can at least ask her about the painting of the mirage.
However, after Jiang Yun waited patiently for a while, nothing unusual happened.
This forced him to crush the formation stone in his hand and leave here.
Just after Jiang Yun's figure disappeared, a middle-aged woman in white suddenly appeared here.
She looked at where Jiang Yun stood before, and slowly frowned.