Just as Hu Xuanzong expected, even though the Demon Sect monks and the ambition monks of the Jiuli tribe worked together to fight a bloody path and finally arrived at the altar of the Holy Mountain. The monsters that were besieged finally retreated unwillingly.

Although the number of monsters was killed was more, many of the Jindan monks who climbed the mountain also died directly. Many monks who were lucky enough to escape to the altar also had lottery tickets. Looking at the retreating monsters, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The monk Jiuli, who often deals with monsters on weekdays, couldn't help but curse: "These beasts are really hard!"

For these surviving monks, those companions who have been swallowed by monsters are no longer required to be sad. They have lived in the mountains all year round, and these 9 Li monks know that they either eat monsters or are eaten by monsters.

Only Mo Lin, the deputy sect leader of the Demon Sect, saw that the elders brought him lost several more, and said with great dissatisfaction: "If the Demon Sect returns one day, he will definitely kill all the monsters in this mountain to avenge our dead elders."

When the other surviving elders heard this, they felt extremely unbelievable. In their opinion, while their demon master's cultivation level was promoted, they believed that the monsters in this holy mountain would probably be born with powerful monsters comparable to those in the Nascent Soul Realm.

At that time, I believe that the situation they encountered would be more dangerous than this moment. Unless the Demon Sect really attacks and fights to the death with the monsters in the 100,000 mountains. Otherwise, no one would be willing to fight this kind of war of losing both sides.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the Demon Sect will inevitably suffer heavy losses. What is the point of getting such a victory?

After handing over the healing pills he carried to the injured elders for taking them, Mo Lin quickly said: "Retreat the injury immediately, and there should be unpredictable dangers waiting for us later. After we get to the tomb, everyone must cheer up."

"Abide by the order!"

What all monks entering the altar could not imagine was that on the edge of the altar, Hu Xuanzong quietly watched the movements of all the monks on the altar. Even if there were monsters standing outside the altar, Hu Xuanzong did not find the existence of Hu Xuanzong.

Like a shadow, Hu Xuanzong quietly watched the next move of these monks. When he arrived at the altar, Hu Xuanzong found that the altar was very ancient and was also filled with blood evil spirits that soared into the sky.

If you guess correctly, this altar should also water a large amount of animal blood when worshiping the temple. Because it was too old, the altar looked very heavy, and the remaining blood stains also turned into blood mud.

The two groups of monks who seemed to be working sincerely stood together again. As the elders of the sacrificial temple of the Jiuli Tribe, an old monk holding a dragon head crutch said with a gloomy face: "Demons come, are you really sure to open the tomb chamber?"

"Don't worry! If we can't enter the tomb, why should we travel thousands of miles to take risks? Elder Li, if we enter the tomb, I hope you will not break your promise. We only take one thing, and we will never reach out for the rest."

"Okay! I hope you believe it! That's where the tomb door is located. Without a supporting key, you can't open the tomb door."

"What you mean is the ghost tooth button? Look, what is the thing in my hand?"

The two groups of monks with each ulterior motive until they entered the altar and arrived at the tomb gate, Mo Lin took out the specially brought ghost gate buckle. From the outside, this was an iron object like a skeleton, but in fact it was a key.

After shattering the statue of the beast placed in front of the tomb gate, the monk from Jiuli tribe quickly said, "Demon comes, it's your turn to take action!"

"Okay! I have told you a long time ago that our Holy Lord is actually the same clan as you. If it weren't for this, we would have such a holy object? If you are willing to join the Xuanmen, I believe we can also create great achievements."

"This matter will be discussed when you return from the tomb!"

How could these Jiuli monks who were also slick in the invitation of Mo Lin easily be deceived? The most important thing is that they are all powerful people in the tribe, so how could they be willing to be on their own heads and have an unknown holy lord?

If they were right, the so-called lost ghost head buckle should be the descendant of the craftsmen who built the tomb chambers and quietly took him away. Regardless of whether the Holy Lord or whether he was a descendant of Jiuli, he lost the qualification to return to the Jiuli tribe when he left.

Unless one day, that saint master really has the ability to rule the world. Otherwise, if he wants to recruit the Jiuli tribe to conquer the world for him, it would be a delusion. If the spiritual energy is revived, how would these powerful people from the Jiuli tribe be willing to be willing to be the last one?

If they were really willing to obey others, they would not risk being despised by other tribes and lead these demon monks to steal the tomb of the God of War that they worshiped and believed in. Even if they found an excuse to convince themselves, they could not deceive their hearts.

In addition, they also don’t know what the situation is in the tomb. Since these demon monks have also made the idea of ​​fighting for the tomb, why not let them act as pioneers and test how different and magical this tomb is!

Knowing that this matter should not be forced, Mo Lin didn't say anything more, and signaled to his subordinates to strengthen his vigilance and put the removed ghost head buckle directly into the hole in the tomb door. As the ghost head buckle was sucked in, the tomb door began to tremble.

At the same time, the monsters living in the Holy Mountain seemed to feel the anger of the Holy Mountain, and countless monsters also became crazy. The sudden sound of beast roars and roars made the monks outside the tomb gate seem a little worried.

"It's so much noise before entering the tomb. What would it look like if I entered the tomb?"

The monk, who was secretly alert, stared at the jungle near the altar and looked at the trembling tomb door. Not long after, the tomb door that had been closed for many years was finally slowly opened, and a gloomy air surged out of the tomb door.

Mo Lin, who was standing next to him, said with a tight expression: "Shut down! This breath is poisonous!"

Hu Xuanzong, who had always been hiding in the dark, saw this yin wind, but he changed his color and said, "Heart-eating Yin Wind! How is this possible?"

Feeling that the mental power was also swallowed and melted, Hu Xuanzong quickly thought of a strange poison that was passed down from ancient times. This poison looked like a gust of wind. But the person who was blown by the wind had no feeling at all, and just felt a little cold.

When I started to feel the cold heart, I had no time to treat it. As for the demon Lin's sign of quitting breath, it was useless at all. The reason was that if this kind of wind was so easy to defend, it would not be described as an ancient magical poison!

He quickly regained his mental power and borrowed the purple gourd to purify the corroded mental power. After confirming that there was nothing unusual in his body, Hu Xuanzong breathed a sigh of relief. As for the other monks who were blown by the wind, Hu Xuanzong knew that they were dead.

When the heart-eating toxicity occurs, I believe these monks will die terrible. Before entering the tomb, they encounter such a powerful poisonous wind. So what are the ancient evil things in this tomb waiting for them and these uninvited guests?
Chapter completed!