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On the helicopter flying to Kunlun Mountain.

"Are you really Huainan King Liu An?"

Daoist Qingyang has been pestering Liu An.

"Lonely, more real than real gold."

Liu An, whose self-esteem was seriously frustrated in Su Xun's place, also enjoyed this feeling, but he looked around in a helicopter like a dumpling.

He has been hiding in the cave to heal his wounds since his resurrection, and he has no idea about this modern society.

"This thing can soar for nine days. What is the reason?"

"There is also something called a mobile phone. Why can I communicate with people thousands of miles away and still see each other? Isn't this the art of sound transmission and mirroring?"

"You don't talk too much, shut your mouth!" Zhen Yaojian couldn't listen anymore. He always thought he was the one who talked the most, but he didn't expect someone to compare it too much.

Liu An's eyes narrowed: "Spirit sword!"

There is spirit in the sword, it is the spirit sword.

Zhen Yaojian snorted quite proudly.

Liu An took a deep breath. With a beast, a spirit sword, an army, and such a horrible weapon, his hope of revenge became thinner.

Then Su Xun learned a lot of the real history of the Han Dynasty from Liu An's mouth.

Even he has the cultivation base of practicing Qi Huashen, one can imagine how prosperous it was for Qi practitioners.

"Why are there no records about this?" Fatty Mei frowned.

Liu An retorted: "Why not? Yes, I have a bunch of them, but it's a pity in the tomb."

"It's okay, I moved out." Su Xun said casually.

Liu An: ".................."

Then I have to thank you?

Fatty Mei corrected: "I mean, we haven't found the history of this aspect now. It seems that all of them have been deleted. There is no historical data about Qiqimen, warriors and gods."

"That Gu doesn't know, after all, the lonely age is more than two thousand years ago." Liu An was a little melancholy when she said this.

After all, there is no one I know.

Dao Qing Yang let out a sigh: "It's unbelievable. The ancients more than two thousand years ago have actually been resurrected."

"That's because you have little knowledge and ignorance." Liu An mocked unceremoniously.

The corner of Qingyang Dao's mouth twitched, if it weren't for it to beat you, poor Dao would definitely let you know what the iron fist of the new society is.

Liu An asked again: "Where are we going?"

"By the way, see if you recognize the words on this." Su Xun suddenly thought, and said to Daoist Qingyang: "Show him that piece of cloth."

Qingyang Daoist heard the words and acted accordingly.

Liu An took the piece of cloth, looked at it, and blurted out: "This is a **** pattern, where did you come from?"

"Do you know?" Su Xun and Dao Chang Qingyang's eyes lit up in an instant.

Liu An shook his head: "This is the word used by gods, and Gu only knows a little."

"Then take a closer look at how much you know about this." Su Xun said.

Liu An lowered his head and looked at it carefully, then looked up after a moment: "This is on the tombstone."

"Yes, there is more." Su Xun asked.

Liu An blinked his eyes: "No, I know these words."

"Get off." Su Xun cursed without going back, I also knew it was a tombstone, so I didn't say it.

Two hours later, the helicopter arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Su Xun and the others got off the plane and walked from Qingyang Daochang to the mountain where he found the tombstone.

Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round and the wind is bitterly cold. Fortunately, they are not ordinary people and have no effect.

"It's not far ahead, and I don't know if that tombstone is still there. After all, it has been so many years."

After walking for two hours, Dao Master Qingyang said to everyone.

"Where is there someone."

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Liu An saw a person in the snow.

Su Xun and the others also saw it. A figure was digging around a stone tablet with a shovel in his hand.

"It's the tombstone!" Dao Master Qingyang shouted.

At the same time, the figure also saw Su Xun and the others, dropped the shovel, lifted the backpack and turned and ran.

"Catch him!" Su Xun said.

Liu An's figure floated out like a ghost in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already near the tombstone and kicked the man to the ground.

Su Xun and others walked over quickly.

"Do you want to kill him?" Liu An asked, he had quickly entered the dogleg mode.

No way, in the face of absolute strength, he can't tolerate him not bowing his head.

The person who was held by him was shocked when he heard these words, struggling to scream: "No, Mr. Su, it's me, it's me, I'm Professor Chen from the National Academy of History who contacted you."

Su Xun's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he motioned to Liu An to let him go.

Professor Chen got up from the ground panting heavily and slapped the snow on his body.

Su Xun stared at him tightly: "Do you know those words right?"

"Yes." Professor Chen gave a wry smile. Now that he was discovered, he also looked bachelor and had nothing to pretend.

Su Xun nodded: "Let's talk about it."

"I discovered this tombstone while climbing a mountain. I thought it was a tomb of some ethnic minority, but because I hadn't seen this kind of writing, I took a picture."

"Then I went back to investigate and found that no ethnic minorities used this type of font. Then I became fascinated by the study of this type of text. The Tiannan Cape is everywhere. I searched for information. The past two decades have been a small gain."

"Until the day when I saw the tombstone on the seabed in the live broadcast, the two were compared, and I probably translated the text on this tombstone."

Hearing this, Su Xun had to sigh secretly, this is a talent.

Professor Chen's tone became hurried: "This is a god's tombstone, and all the people buried underneath are gods, so I came to Kunlun Mountain alone."

After all, the tomb of God, maybe there is something good in it, it's too attractive.

It's a pity that Su Xun and the others also found him, and it was destined that he was fetching water from a bamboo basket and he was empty.

Next, a group of people began to dig down around the tombstone.

An hour later, they dug up a jade-like bone from below, but it was only a bone.

Three hours later, they dug up a large piece of bones, all of which were all kinds of bones, no coffins, and no treasures.

Oh, there are many swords, guns, swords and halberds, but they are all broken, not a complete one.

Everyone looked ugly, because there was nothing in this trip.

Professor Chen sat on the ground disappointedly and smiled sadly: "I understand it wrong. This is the cemetery of the gods, yes, but it is just a mass grave. It may be that the dead soldiers were buried on the spot."

Hearing this, Su Xun and Fatty Mei looked at each other.

There are so many dead water **** coffins on the seabed.

There are so many skeletons of the gods of war.

This is no coincidence.

When did these gods die in battle, and what happened at that time?

Does the disappearance of the gods and Buddhas have anything to do with this war?

One doubt after another appeared in Su Xun's mind.

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