The aura of the karmic dragon was deep and strong, carrying supreme majesty, making everyone present tremble in their hearts, giving rise to a faint feeling of "surrender".

The old man in black robe looked pious and half-knelt on the ground.

Mr. Xuan's face turned slightly pale and he bent down to worship.

The bear demon cultivator was frightened and kowtowed.

The ink painting is motionless.

His spiritual consciousness is extremely strong, and his spiritual thoughts are Taoist, approaching gods. He has the power to resist the "majesty" of this kind of spiritual thoughts.

As long as a person lives, he must kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, and kneel to his parents.

The royal family of Dahuang, no matter how powerful and majestic they are, are not worthy of his surrender.

What's more, he is now a pitiful "puppet" who has been possessed by Taoism.

The "puppet" is so heartless, how could he take the initiative to kneel down and worship?

After the dragon's energy subsided, everyone slowly stood up.

The huge dragon's head opened, and the grand door opened, revealing a world of golden light and divine power behind the door.

"The Imperial Tomb in Dahuang has been opened..."

Shentu Ao, who was dressed in dragon patterns, whispered, and then took steps, his body as tall as a hill, and slowly walked into the final temple.

Several old men in black robes followed suit.

Mr. Xuan looked at Shentu Ao and the others with unclear eyes, wondering what they were thinking about. After a moment, he ordered Mo Hua and the others:

"Walk."

Mo Hua followed them honestly and with sluggish steps into the Gushan Temple, which hid the top secrets of the wilderness.

When we entered the temple, our eyes were filled with bright golden light and extremely gorgeous scenery.

All around the long steps are various statues.

These statues are of various shapes and are extremely exquisite. They may stand, stand, sit, or lie down. They may wear golden armor, Chinese robes, cultural clothes, or large cloaks. Their faces are long and majestic. Without exception, they depict

They are all Huangshanjun.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh:

How many people, how much time, how much yellow ore was consumed, and how much spiritual stone was wasted were needed to cast so many statues of gods.

This Huangshanjun...

Being so corrupt, it deserves to be in such a state of decline.

Some things are indeed determined by fate with just a drink and a peck.

"But Mr. Huangshan is fine. Why are you doing so many statues..."

Mo Hua was a little confused, muttering secretly in his heart, and then continued to move forward with everyone.

I didn't encounter any traps along the way.

This hall should be used to worship the Great Wilderness Emperor's Mausoleum and the God of Gushan Mountain. There may be many dangers and dangers outside.

But inside the main hall, in order not to disturb the royal family or noble "beings" such as gods, it was much more solemn and peaceful.

In this way, the group of people walked past the dazzling array of mountain god statues of different shapes until they reached the deepest part of the hall.

The deepest part of the hall is even taller, grander and more radiant.

There is an even bigger tiger statue built deep inside.

This tiger is wearing royal armor, calm and powerful. At first glance, he looks like a god from a lonely mountain, but at a closer look, he looks like the royal family of the wilderness.

The two styles of gods and royalty merged into one, creating this huge statue of the tiger located in the deepest part of the temple.

Under the statue of the god, there is also a coffin.

The shape of this coffin is almost exactly the same as the huge bright brass coffin in the underground palace outside that nourishes countless flesh and blood corpses.

But this coffin is much more delicate and compact. Only one person can be buried in it, and the materials used are obviously much more expensive.

What's even more special is that a mighty and unruly dragon is carved on this coffin.

This is a dragon coffin!

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shaken, and he had many thoughts:

"Who is buried in this dragon coffin? Is it the royal family of Dahuang?"

"Shentu Ao said that the dragon vein of the wilderness is also hidden in this dragon coffin?"

"Speaking of which, what exactly is Dahuang's 'dragon vein'? Is it a kind of inheritance, a dragon bone, or some other part of the dragon?"

"Does it contain...the complete Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally...my natal formation is getting closer and closer..."

There are many difficulties along the way.

Mo Hua also didn't expect that there would be so many dangers hidden in this lonely mountain, and so many killing plots had been laid out.

The tomb corridor is full of strange corpses.

An evil statue of flesh and blood, thousands of corpses sealed in coffins.

Thousands of people mine, evil ghost road.

There is also a golden dojo inside this temple where evil spirits dance wildly.

The dragon-headed gate of the temple is guarded by the ancestors of the Great Wilderness and cannot be opened by non-descendants of the Great Wilderness Emperor.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and found that except for things like ghosts and evil spirits, he could handle them without much effort.

It seems that everything else cannot be solved by his ability.

Especially the Dragon Head Gate, he really had no choice - after all, the blood flowing in his body was not the blood of the Great Wilderness Royal Family.

Fortunately, these big demons from the Demon Sect helped him a lot.

And now, after struggling for so long, the dragon coffin in the wilderness is finally in sight.

Mo Hua suppressed the excitement in his heart and stood aside like a "puppet" without bad intentions.

And indeed no one present took him seriously.

In their eyes, there was only the dragon coffin that symbolized the imperial power of the Great Wilderness, its splendor, and its extraordinary aura.

"That thing...is in the coffin?" Mr. Xuan asked.

The old man in black robe nodded, "Not bad."

There was a hint of fanaticism in Mr. Xuan's eyes, "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you open the coffin?"

The old man in black robe shook his head, "Not yet."

Mr. Xuan frowned, "Why?"

"There is an evil fetus sealed in this dragon coffin."

"Evil fetus?!"

Mr. Xuan's pupils shrank.

Mo Hua's heart was also shocked.

really!

There is an evil fetus hidden in the lonely mountain, and this evil fetus is suddenly sealed in the dragon coffin of the wilderness royal family.

only……

How could this old man in black robe know this?

Mo Hua was confused.

At this time, Master Xuan also asked: "Is this true?"

The old man in black robe nodded slowly.

However, Mr. Xuan frowned and his eyes flashed, "Second Elder, don't just use the mythical name of 'evil fetus' to scare me. If you want our cooperation to go smoothly in the future, please ask the Second Elder to explain this matter clearly.

"

"What is this evil fetus and where does it come from?"

The old man in black robe was silent for a moment, then sighed, with a cold look in his eyes, "This matter needs to start with a once highly respected 'Witch Zhu' in our clan..."

"Witch Zhu?" Mr. Xuan looked slightly startled.

The black-robed old man said: "The sorcerer is a wizard who works with ghosts and gods. He paints four images, holds totems, controls all kinds of beasts, and determines good and bad luck... He is a wizard from my Dahuang clan."

"The Taoist court killed my Great Wilderness royal family, cut off my Great Wilderness bloodline, and destroyed my Great Wilderness foundation. After so many years of ups and downs and wandering, not even a tenth of the Great Wilderness's witch blessings remain."

"Despite this, the surviving Wu Zhus are still working hard to save their lives and bide their time for the revival of our Great Wilderness royal family."
To be continued...