Chapter 1623

The old man took Qin's life and walked into the deepest hall group of Shura hall. This is the place where the hall Lord is closed. Although there is no guard, not even a guard animal, it is a forbidden area in which everyone in Shura hall is in awe! Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the supreme elder and the captain of Shura blood shadow can't enter here. Under no circumstances can they enter here.

In many people's hearts, there seems to be a deeper secret sealed here.

What many people don't know is that the temple Lord can't get close!

Qin Ming is the first outsider to enter here in decades.

Along the way, the old man didn't say a word. He walked silently in front of him with a slightly bent body. He stood on a seemingly ordinary stone slab, and a little light was blooming at his feet. The dark stone slab oozed out blood lines and outlined mysterious runes. The whole hall group trembled slightly and made a dull friction sound at the moment. The old man raised his hand and waved. The temples, courtyards, streams and woods in front of him began to rumble and change their positions.

After a while, the Temple group within a radius of five kilometers completely changed its shape, and even the underlying strata twisted and changed layer by layer, as if they had removed many seals.

A pond rose as a whole, and a violent vortex appeared. The strong black gas surged and churned, as if it was bottomless.

"Let's go." old Shura stepped on the vortex and was submerged by the black fog.

Qin Ming looked at the chaotic temples and courtyards around him and jumped in.

The black fog of the pond quickly gathered and sank into the whirlpool black hole. The pond also sank again. The surrounding scenery moved one after another, and soon recovered its original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

The black hole is larger and deeper than Qin Ming expected. It is dark, cold and silent. It seems to have broken into some different space.

Qin Ming didn't know how long he had sunk, let alone floated there. It seemed that he even lost his sense of direction. It was not until there were patches of blue fire around that my feet finally touched the solid ground.

Here is a dark and huge underground space, quiet and cold, glittering with the faint light of stars in all directions, illuminating the mysterious, mysterious, spectacular and strange here. Looking carefully at the past, those faint lights turned out to be strange spiritual flowers one after another, like the flower of hell blooming on the Youming ancient road, swaying and blooming, and the faint light flickered.

After watching for a long time, the consciousness will be in a trance. It seems that you can hear light and confused whispers in your ears, like laughter, crying and sad whispers. People can't help but want to listen and sink in listening... Lost

Qin Ming looked at the surrounding environment with a dignified face. What is this place? How did the old man bring me here?

In the distance stands a tall and desolate altar, with dozens of cold steps, layers of dark flowers blooming, silently swaying, waving a little light, dancing around the altar. In the cold dark space, the altar looks so strange, so mysterious and creepy.

Two dark sarcophagus are set up on the altar, which are wrapped with dark blue vines, like ghost runes, mysterious and unpredictable.

The old man stood by the altar with his hands down and looked up at the towering altar.

Qin Ming walked over strangely and looked at the old man. His heart trembled. The old man's face looked so strange and terrible under the faint light, and both eyes turned into dark blue, flickering suddenly.

Qin Ming opened his mouth and wanted to call softly, but he didn't know what to say. He slowly looked up and looked at the altar. His trembling heart tightened again, and his eyes shook.

That's... That's

How

Qin Ming was cold all over and looked vaguely at the two sarcophagus on the altar.

A man is sleeping in a sarcophagus!

There is a wisp of soul floating in a sarcophagus!

In a trance, Qin Ming suddenly thought of the distant Qingyun sect. There were two bottles of sarcophagus buried under the solitary grave, which was also a corpse and a wisp of soul!

Looking at the silent blooming blue flowers in all directions, he thought of another name, Jiudu buried soul sunflower! Those beautiful orchids blooming in childhood memory, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter!

The scene of Qingyun sect appeared again in my mind.

When Shura comes out of its scabbard, the demon soldiers clank, and the nine degrees of soul burial sunflower burns the forest cold fire.

When heaven and earth are dark and everything is silent, it seems that time and space reverse and fall into hell.

That hill became a huge tomb, with chains winding, connecting the hill and the earth, winding the silent sarcophagus.

"I'm dead." the old man looked at the sarcophagus on the altar and said faintly. In this strange and quiet environment, it was abrupt and gloomy, which made Qin Ming's scalp numb.

"Old man, i... I saw two sarcophagus like this under the warehouse of Qingyun sect." Qin ordered to calm his soul secretly. He had many questions in his heart. Before coming, he always thought about how to ask the old man, but he was even more confused at this moment.

"I'm dead." the old man whispered again. His voice was strange and soaked with the cold like a corpse.

"Is there... You?"

"It's me."

"That......" Qin Ming opened his mouth and really didn't know what to say. The old man is dead? The old man is buried in the sarcophagus? No wonder Donghuang Haoyuan was so frightened. He must have seen the shape of the body from the sarcophagus! I feel deeply that there are huge secrets buried there. Once discovered by outsiders, it will certainly cause an uproar!

"In ancient times, there was a vein of the holy emperor of the Taiyin. He was born in the nether world, killed, robbed the spirit and lived, buried in the nether world, disintegrated to the spirit, and detached from reincarnation. He was also called the nether Taiyin." the old man's voice was hoarse and low, with a strange sense of emptiness.

Qin Ming frowned and listened attentively to the misty and empty words of the old man, as if he didn't listen hard or seriously, he couldn't hear the meaning of the words.

"Shura Dao, a demon soldier in the world, is actually a ghost holy weapon!"

"I came from the land of the dead in the abyss of the barren sea and brought out the holy weapon of the nether world!"

"I walk on the edge of life and death. I have been buried for 2000 years."

"I have killed hundreds of millions of creatures for ten generations, and all the souls I control are sealed. I want to refine the holy embryo of the Taiyin and achieve the eternal nether world!"

Between the words of the old man, the dark scene around him was tumbling and changing, showing ten vortices, rotating violently, as if it were close in front of him, or at the end of the dark. The faint light flickers, the vortex expands and rotates into different pictures.

Qin Ming looked to the front left at a glance. There was a quiet Hill with a simple warehouse on it. The hill looked so small among the dense mountains and forests around, but it was fast and transparent. It was coiled with hundreds of chains and connected in a strange way. Although the world was bright, it looked particularly lonely and cold. Those chains are shining, one end is rooted in the earth, and the other end is linked with two bottles of sarcophagus.

Qin Ming recognized it. That's Qingyun sect! The hill is the warehouse where he lived as a teenager!

The vortex next to it presents a cold and dark swamp with miasma and death. The swamp is gradually transparent. The deep pit of death is also covered with dense chains, guarding the two sarcophagus together. The sarcophagus is divided, one with bones buried and the other with souls floating inside.

Further away, there is a dark abyss, silent, cold and lifeless. In a vertical and horizontal giant trench, countless white bones accumulate. They are as thick as giant mountains, pale and cold. When the white bones became transparent, there was a scene of chains and sarcophagus in the depths. The same sarcophagus buried the bones and the soul sleeping in the sarcophagus.

The whirlpool behind Qin Ming turned out to be a bustling ancient city, bustling and crowded, but underneath the whole ancient city, there was a huge and chaotic chain restricted area. The whole ancient city was like a huge tomb with two bottles of sarcophagus buried.

The outline of the bones is different, and the strength of the ghost is uncertain, but they are buried in coffins and buried deep at the bottom!

Qin Ming turned around slowly. His shaking eyes saw ten eddies of different sizes and ten different pictures in turn. The old man's whisper echoed in his ears for a long time, setting off a storm in his heart.

After two thousand years, have you buried the bones of ten generations?

Kill hundreds of millions of creatures, want to refine the holy fetus of the Taiyin and achieve the eternal nether world?

Qin Ming's eyes shook and shocked beyond measure.

Reincarnation ten times, died ten times?

Walk on the edge of life and death and bury your bones with your own hands?