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The emperor's corpse will appear, shaking the ancient road.

As soon as the news came out, it attracted many unworldly masters to come out and rush here. There are no less than eleven or two people in total. Although the number is not large, such a force is enough to wipe out the endless star field!

Among them, there are great saint-level protectors of human race, ancient evil gods of foreign races, and the holy spirit raised by nature, which shocked countless testers. After all, there are not only three or five great saints.

Under such circumstances, many people also want to follow in, but there is no way to get close to Huangquan, and it is contaminated with the breath of the emperor's corpse, which is the most terrifying kind of deadly breath—

Ordinary sages are contaminated with a wisp, and they directly turn into dust. Even saint kings need to be careful.

And this is only the outermost edge.

"To enter the imperial mausoleum, all living beings need to accompany each other. Recite the scriptures of saving people and keep everything safe. Otherwise, many strange things may happen."

A human guardian who hurried over said in a deep voice, acting very cautiously.

In just a few breaths, the great sages of all races gathered together, and they had nothing to hide and keep from each other. In this kind of big tomb, no one dared to mess up as soon as they entered, and they needed to work together.

"This old man has a Buddha bridge to cross the river. Although it is not an imperial weapon and its power is not very great, it has been blessed by Emperor Amitabha chanting scriptures. It can dispel immeasurable evil spirits and save people from crossing the river to the god's shore."

An old monk spoke, with a pair of yellow eyebrows, a bright head, and a shabby cassock.

Everyone on the ancient roads knows that he is from the ancient star field of Amitabha.

"It's so good."

Seeing this, the others nodded one after another.

You must know that throughout the ages, when it comes to the way of blessing the power of thoughts, almost no one can compare with Amitabha Buddha. This great emperor has never killed any living beings since he practiced. devout followers.

Almost at the moment when the proposal was affirmed, a purple gold bridge appeared in the palm of the old monk. He shook his hands and threw it. The bridge quickly enlarged, crossing the Yellow Springs, and directly leading to the land inside the gate, flowing with golden luster.

Maybe hypocrisy.

Or, fear.

During the whole process, the old monk kept reciting his sins and worshiping in the tomb, as if he was repenting.

In this situation, people of different races from the major forces all imitated their appearances, and while quickly climbing up the Zijin Buddha Bridge, they saluted the big tomb.

"The hypocrisy is tight."

Deeper, Lu Li and the others who opened this place clearly saw this scene with the help of the spaceship:

There were countless armies, all of them entered the tomb under the protection of the Great Sage-level existence. In the flowing yellow mist, it seemed that many heavenly soldiers had entered Jiuyou.

"In a world that doesn't cultivate morality, what bottom line can you expect? You plead guilty, saying that you disturbed the emperor's purity, but you are actually deceiving yourself, just asking for peace of mind."

Pan Ming said with emotion: "This is also very good. Everyone is here for profit. If there is a conflict, they can kill without any scruples."

When the three were communicating, another human protector said: "When we protect ourselves, we must not let accidents happen to the chanting scriptures, we must protect them."

"It's natural."

A great sage-level bull demon king from an ancient demon star was very proud. He sacrificed the diamond and hung it high in the sky, with a silver ripple hanging down, not only protecting his own family group, but also protecting other people below.

Clang!

Almost at the same time, the stone man's holy spirit opened his mouth and spit out, and the green measuring sky ruler flew up into the sky, and the chaotic air fell down, and there were endless fairy tears, and the divine light shrouded the place.

Even if there is any grievance between each other, or how arrogant the heart is, it is temporarily abandoned now.

Is there anything more important than the immortal collection left by the ancient emperor?

For the great sage-level beings who have been struggling for thousands of years and have been struggling to make progress, they can let go of everything. They lead a group of sages, and even monks who have reached the realm of kings, to chant the Sutra of Salvation in unison.

This is the treasure left by the Lingbao Tianzun in the age of mythology. It is specially used to restrain the disaster of corpses. Even monks who practice Buddhism are willing to join the ranks.

After crossing the Buddha Treasure Zijin Bridge and dispelling the death energy of the surrounding world, everyone officially arrived at this secret place. The ancient trees inside are towering, and there is no lack of energy, but it is still accompanied by a thick fog of death.

In addition, the bursts of pure white fairy mist make people feel like they are in a dream.

Is it really a large tomb?

How does it seem to have entered the fairyland!

"The dao mark is hidden, if we can comprehend it, maybe we can break through on the spot."

In the words, a great sage sat down cross-legged in this peripheral land, facing the countless fairy mountains, with a solemn expression on his face, wanting to enlightenment here.

Others were not satisfied with this, and continued to advance with the chanting group until they were far away from Huangquan and entered Xianshan, that sacred and peaceful place.

"Who opened the emperor's tomb?"

"Perhaps there is fraud in it."

Amidst the whispers, the sound of water came from ahead, and a silver divine river replaced the Yellow Spring. There was a huge stele beside the river bank, with three large characters engraved in ancient divine script:

Dibing Mountain.

Just for a moment, the hearts of everyone discussing the inside story trembled. They didn't expect that not long after entering, they would arrive at the place where the ancient emperor buried the emperor's soldiers!

At this moment ~www.NovelMTL.com~ everyone can't keep calm, they are all emotionally charged, even the venerable holy monks are not immune, there is no way, this place is full of treasures, if there is no accident, we will see the birth of the emperor soldier.

"What is that?" Someone suddenly exclaimed.

On the upper reaches of the silver river of Kami, there was a huge creature crouching there, looking at them indifferently, with a kind of supreme majesty.

"It's a horse with the features of a dragon!"

To be honest, Lu Li was surprised when he saw this scene for the first time, because it was a crimson horse with a dragon's head and a body with thick limbs. Now it jumped up suddenly, like a mountain, huge and red. Xia Feiwu.

There is no doubt that it is a dragon horse, almost identical to the younger brother of the black-maned horse under Kunlun Xianmai.

However, it's just an illusion.

With a dragon chant, the dragon horse turned into a burst of red cloud fairy energy, disappeared in place, and re-formed into a red dragon in the sky, shaking its head and tail, and rushed into the depths of Dibing Mountain.

"Oh my god, is this true, the ancient emperor's exclusive mount, it has survived to this life?!"

Covering the world, the signature exclamation.

In this regard, with the help of quasi-emperor-level formation patterns, Lu Li and the other three who were secretly peeking at the screen had long been accustomed to it.

In addition... the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.

They want to use other forces to grab more benefits, or in other words, treat the latecomers as pawns to conduct temptations—

After all, the emperor's tomb is not so easy to attack. If the owner of the tomb wants to, the quasi-emperor is likely to lose it, and the ancient **** emperor is only responsible for covering the bottom line, and Lu Li is not willing to rely too much on it.

In this way, a group of monks from various races who thought they would gain against the sky and kept vigilant all the time chased forward, led by the great saints, scrambling to enter the depths of Dibing Mountain, trying to find out the truth.