Tomb of God.

After nightfall, demons that woke up from their flesh and blood were rampant everywhere, and the disciples of the Akatsuki Sect fled back one after another. The disappearance of Yun Zhu and others was only regarded as a death, and no one knew that there was an extra person coming out of the other side of the fog of disaster.

The gray-gold flames were walking quietly.

Xia Ji didn't need to look for it deliberately, he knew exactly where the target was.

The target was so clear that he could find it even with his eyes closed.

Because that is guidance.

Soon, he came to a place in this broken mountain range.

This place is the same as the surrounding area, and it looks normal.

But then Xia Ji approached, the ridge began to tremble gently, and the green leaves in the forest danced wildly.

Soon, the ground vibrated violently.

The source of the earthquake seemed to be thousands of meters below, and was rushing upwards quickly.

Bang!!

A black shadow rose rapidly from the depths of the soil.

It was only after the finalization that it was clear that it was strange... It was difficult to explain what kind of community it was, or the mourning hall?

Eighteen strange stone pillars are evenly divided.

Each stone pillar carries an indescribable mystery, giving people silence, freezing, and death. It is the ultimate in which there is no future, and even particle atoms have been completely broken.

Xia Ji clearly felt that the summoning of his underworld mask came from these stone pillars.

In the center of the stone pillar is a mysterious long coffin. The coffin is made of special material and cannot be seen as metal or wood at all, because it is pure black with twinkling stars, with a sense of spatial layering.

Next to the coffin are many strange bones.

The skeletons coiled around the long coffin, and roughly looked hundreds of meters long...

It is conceivable that in front of this bone, it is a terrifying giant beast, maybe a snake, a python, or a dragon that can swim in the sky.

No one can find out what is going on here.

And there are nine such bones.

In addition to this, in addition to the coffin, there was a person kneeling at the entrance of this mourning hall.

The man was crystal clear, with starry luster faintly shining in it, wearing an imperial crown on his head, a long robe of the Ghost King, supporting the ground with both hands, and heavy shackles between his wrists.

However, Xia Ji could not feel any vitality from him, and he had obviously died for a long time.

When a mortal dies, the bones have long been gnawed by insects.

However, this person turned into a strange and extremely hard substance, just like the Dragon Elephant Dharma King of the Tantric Buddhism of Daxue Mountain before.

However, Xia Ji clearly felt that the Dragon and Elephant Dharma King was probably much worse than the imperial crown corpse in front of him, or that it was not an existence on the same level at all.

Xia Ji looked at it for a while and suddenly a strange thought filled his heart.

He pulled it casually and took off the mask of the bull head on his face.

Step into this mourning hall in one step.

He thought, should he go and see what was hidden in the coffin? After all, he couldn't come in vain.

But his body seemed to be still, and a strange and majestic voice came from his mouth:

"Taiyi, do you know you're wrong?"

It seems to be responding to his reply.

The kneeling man turned his body slightly, bowed to the end, and lowered his crown and gently tapped the ground.

Xia Ji was shocked no matter how calm he was, and wanted to retreat quickly.

However, when he thought so, his body did not follow suit, but just let out a desolate sigh.

I?

What am I doing?

Why do I sigh?

Xia Ji only felt it was inexplicable.

And the crystal-clear man suddenly began to kowtow, bow three times, and perform a great ceremony.

Xia Ji:??

Is he kowtowing to himself?

So, although I, Xia Ji, don’t know what happened, it does not prevent me from performing my acting skills.

This man with the imperial crown is still alive?

Did he mistakenly regard himself as someone?

Then continue to fool.

Xia Ji had already made a strategy in an instant.

However, before he could speak, his body had already walked up by himself, stood in front of the man with imperial crown, looked down at him, and reached out to caress his head.

In an instant, this space suddenly became turbulent.

The boy wearing mortal clothes looked down at the emperor like a sky, and the picture was extremely shocking, like a freeze.

Another long sigh:

"Taiyi, I forgive you, but the demon clan will not forgive you. You can wait for me for a thousand years and knock me three times. The cause and effect will be fulfilled. Go."

Xia Ji:!!!

Is this talking?

millennium?

Why is it a thousand years?

This is the end.

The man in the imperial crown in front of him seemed to have been greatly relieved, and his body began to decay quickly. At the same time, a strange force began to surge along Xia Ji's palm.

Xia Ji:???

Then, he heard himself speak lightly, "Do you pay me back all the money you owe me? If I had known this, why would you have done that?"

boom!!

His mind seemed to explode.

A strange technique was imprinted into his mind:

【Taiyi Ghost King's Skill】

now...

Xia Ji suddenly raised his head and tears slid down his cheeks.

It seems that I am crying forever, crying for the people, crying for the cause and effect that is heavily pressed on my shoulders.

A strong grief penetrated into the heart.

After a long time...

He fell to his knees and restored control of his body.

It seems to have understood something.

Xia Ji came to the mysterious and shocking mysterious coffin, pressed his palm against the edge of the coffin and stopped, and slowly pinched his five fingers, as if he was hesitant, but finally began to push it away.

really...

The coffin is empty.

He closed the lid casually, sat on the edge of the coffin, supported his hands behind his back, and looked up at the night sky of the God Tomb above his head.

The sky is like a well.

Surrounded by floating clouds.

The wellhead should be the direction to the Akabu Sect.

Xia Ji only felt that the mask in his arms became hotter and hotter.

Whoosh!!

Fourteen masks suddenly shot out.

Surrounded by him.

Just in less than this thought, eighteen rays of light filled with great silence flew out.

Fourteen rays of light fell among the fourteen masks, and the other four flew towards the mist of disaster, passing through in an instant, disappearing.
To be continued...