Chapter 1984

The imperial mausoleum in the desert,

suddenly a group of strange people came.

They are dressed in ancient clothes, a bit like professional actors.

But what is puzzling is that we only see the actors, not the directors and crew.

As soon as the figures of several men and women floated, they could fly up and walk in the sky.

Although this phenomenon is often seen on TV, but the actors are hanging Weiya, not their real strength.

The men and women in front of them, without any aids, flew directly over the sand dunes.

Soon, they had a keen sense of smell,

came to the place where the God's bones were buried.

"If I guess right, the breath should come from here."

A group of men and women gathered around, led by a middle-aged man who looked forty or fifty years old.

The other side was dressed in gorgeous clothes with a deep face.

The eyebrows are locked into a "Sichuan" character.

Behind the middle-aged man, there are four men and one woman.

These are young people. They are full of energy and look very different.

The middle-aged man was very cautious. He looked at him for a while and knelt down respectfully.

Others did not dare to neglect and knelt down.

"Feixianmen disciples visit the remains of their ancestors!"

Behind them, five young men and women also knelt down respectfully.

After the worship, they straightened up and the middle-aged man stood with his hands tied.

"Dig it up!"

Four young men began to dig up the sand.

At the beginning, Qin Mu didn't bury them too deep when they covered up the divine bones, so they soon saw pieces of broken bones.

"Martial uncle, look

A few young people look surprised, staring at the broken bones in the bunker.

The woman behind exclaimed, "how could this happen?"

How could the remains of our ancestors be broken like this?

It's impossible!

You should know that his remains can be preserved for thousands of years, and there is a trace of divine consciousness of his ancestors in every divine bone.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly. He walked quickly to the bunker and said, "how can this happen?"

"How could that be?"

One of the disciples said, "someone sucked up the divine consciousness left in the remains of the ancestors."

The middle-aged man grabbed a broken bone with both hands and held it tightly.

There are two frightening lights in my eyes.

"Who did it?"

"Who did it?"

The woman behind said, "it's impossible. Can there be such a powerful figure in the secular world?"

"If we want to absorb the remaining divine consciousness from the remains of our ancestors, we must reach the realm of the divine king."

"As far as we know, in the war ten thousand years ago, all the gods were destroyed, and there were no more decent talents in the secular world."

The woman who spoke was only in her early twenties.

He dressed in red clothes and mopped the floor. He looked so smart and immortal.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy and indignant.

"We searched for thousands of years before we found the remains of our ancestors. We didn't expect that we were a bit late."

Seeing his regretful expression, the disciples behind him did not dare to speak.

The middle-aged man bowed a few more times and said to the public with a heavy heart, "wrap up the remains of our ancestors, and let's take them back to Feixian gate."

Four young men immediately began to open the surrounding sand and carefully search for each piece of broken bone.

If it's a big pile of broken bones, they put a few bags in it.

Four young men, one bag each.

After all this, the middle-aged man looked up at the direction of the formation.

"It's strange that this is the place of dragon veins."

The woman next to him asked, "martial uncle, do you think this is the place of dragon veins?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "let's find all the remains of our ancestors first."

He took a look at Da Zhen, as if his heart had moved.

A group of people floated away, the body method is very strange.

It's incredible that they all have reached the realm of stepping into the air.

They left in the direction of the ancient Yellow River.

If Qin Mu saw this scene, they would be very surprised.

It turns out that the divine bones are the remains of other people's ancestors, but Qin Mu sucked up the residual divine knowledge from the remains of other people's ancestors.

If they knew this fact, would they go all out to him?

The answer is yes, and I'm afraid it's not just desperate.

Qin Mu, the three men in Penglai fairyland, calmed down after they settled the half skeleton.

Lao Dao made another comment on Qin Mu, "young man, your cultivation will be above me in the future."

Cheng Xueyi said, "the elder is modest. You are definitely the first person in the world in 2000 years."Lao Dao waved his hand. "You must not think so. Lao Dao, I'm just the guardian of fairyland."

"It is said that there are five fairy mountains on the sea of Hades, which is just one of them."

"But I've never seen any other fairy mountains. I can imagine the size of the sea."

"Young people, I hope that after you go out, you must be modest and cautious and guard against arrogance and rashness."

"This cultivation is the sea of stars, in which human beings are too small."

"One day, when your accomplishments are completed, you will naturally find that the vast stars are like the palms of your fingers."

"The wind and cloud of heaven and earth, only in your mind, that is really powerful."

Three people are shocked, unexpectedly still have so fierce strong person?

Was there such a god ten thousand years ago?

Cheng Xueyi is smart. She asks, "elder, you mean there are other forces or sects in the other fairy mountains, right?"

The old Taoist nodded and said, "that's inevitable. The world is so big that we can't guess at will. "

"OK, we know!"

Qin Mu said sincerely.

"Since there's nothing more to do, let's go back!"

Three people leave, once again fly over the sea of hell by Mirs, through the layer of purple fog.

Lao Dao looked at the figure of the three and murmured, "miracle, miracle!"

"Is Donghua going to rise again?"

He could only sigh in his heart.

After that war, there was no strong man in the world.

All people are just with their own wisdom, groping in the dark.

What is Mahayana?

No one has seen it again.

Even the first emperor's wish of immortality could not be satisfied after all.

But there are some talented people who have found out their own way and become strong in ancient martial arts.

Even so, they also fall in the long river of history.

Even Emperor Wu was no exception.

Lao Dao is the luckiest one. He entered fairyland by mistake and achieved his current cultivation.

Although we have got the inheritance of Taoism and Dharma, we also need to rely on our own talents to understand and understand.

Just after Qin Mu left Penglai fairyland, on the Loess Plateau of the ancient Yellow River, the people of feixianmen arrived here again.

Their sense of smell is very sensitive, and they don't know what method they used to find this place accurately.

Looking at the pile of loess in front of him, the woman behind said, "martial uncle, why is the secular environment so bad?"

"It's either a piece of yellow sand or a piece of loess."

The middle-aged man said, "this is a world reduced to ruins after the war."

"Everything is reborn, everything starts from scratch, how can it recover so quickly?"

The woman said, "it's better for us to fly to the fairy gate."

A man came over with a shrug of his nose. "There are a lot of bones buried here, and it's still new."

Another man said, "yes, there are as many as one or two hundred. Is there a war here?"

The middle-aged man said sadly, "maybe they are arguing about the divine bone. The more so, the more it shows that our direction is right."

"I hope there won't be any more accidents this time!"