Chapter 125

When Xu Xian stepped on the city wall, he felt that there seemed to be some slowness around him, some trance illusory in front of him, his body was getting heavier and heavier, and inexplicable palpitations repelled the flow of blood.

No, it's not that I'm slow here, but that I've become slow, and the heavy dead spirit has spread. There are no ups and downs of buildings in the city. Looking at it, it's all cemeteries. Raised bags and some tombstones are broken. Most of the handwriting on the tombstone is eroded by endless years, and the strokes can't be seen clearly.

Death repels anger. This is the resting place for the dead. Xu Xian broke into it. Strangers in the extremely Yin place can't enter, otherwise they will be dissipated by death. At least they will be in a trance, or they will bleed to death.

The surrounding temperature cools down. It is not the cold brought by the temperature reduction, but the anger is suppressed. People have three fires, distributed in the center of their eyebrows and two shoulders. Weak ghosts will create all kinds of opportunities to extinguish the fires on both shoulders first.

This is the "ghost clapping shoulder" spread in the world. The fire in the eyebrows is the most prosperous and guarded by Lingtai. Unless it is the ghost king or something, a healthy human is not afraid of the entanglement of some imps.

Xu Xian didn't go long before he saw a white figure floating at the head of the grave. Ghosts in white are very common, because most of them were in white when they were buried, and the things close to them came out together.

Xu Xian was on guard secretly, but he found that the ghost seemed like he couldn't see his existence, but drifted alone and cried miserably.

This cry was followed by a series of cries. Xu Xian was surprised to see that many ghosts floated out of the countless graves. They moaned, looked up to the sky and cried, and knelt down in one direction.

In that direction, it was a skyscraper, and more like an ancient tower magnified countless times. Xu Xian remembered that inside was the place where the broken arm was located.

"I am... Youming!"

"Take charge of the world, break life and death, and be trapped by thieves for thousands of years. Inherit my will and be a new king in the nether world..."

The voice was so majestic and indifferent that it could not be described, as if everything in the world were insignificant ants in his eyes.

"My king controls heaven and earth..."

"The sky is immortal, the earth is immortal, and my king is immortal..."

The ghosts knelt down and worshipped, and there was a fanatical expression on their faces.

Xu Xian walked slowly into the ancient tower, leaving traces of weak water on the road. If the situation is wrong, you can use Kun you to leave instantly.

These black rocks don't know what material they are. The erosion of years seems to have no effect on them. The first layer doesn't exist. Xu Xian walked all the way to the second layer, the third layer and the fourth layer... Until the second layer was empty, it was a deserted medicine garden. It's not difficult to imagine what a vast medicine garden it was in those years, The medicine garden of wulingzong medicine peak is a drop in the ocean compared with here.

When Xu Xian walked away, it seemed that there were some roots left on the ground. When he looked at it, Xu Xian was shocked. Many of the drugs here were congenital miracles at the same level as Honglian. This boundless wish. What kind of miraculous medicine was bred in those years?

Unfortunately, the roots of these elixirs were barely preserved in the soil. Xu Xian only broke open with a gentle touch and completely integrated with the soil under her feet.

For too long, these drugs have long been turned into dust and earth. Xu Xian is very sorry and continues to go up. There are many animal pens on the sixth floor. It is speculated that this should be a place for raising spirit beasts, and some white bones remain in several places.

What surprised Xu Xian most was a dragon like skeleton with a length of 100 li. There were two glittering dragon horns on the skull, like colored glass. Xu Xian hesitated for a moment and still reached out to touch it.

"Click!"

The keel also broke, and many places directly became ashes.

The glazed dragon horn held in Xu Xian's hand was also broken, but the most root piece, the size of a nail, was finally not broken.

Xu Xian can even feel the strong and frightening smell. This is the existence of totem. Xu Xian is not sure whether it is a real dragon, but it definitely has the smell of a real dragon, which is an unexpected joy.

Xu Xian collected this small section of keel, which was different from the previous keel. The keel competed with the Dragon horn lizard only had the power of dragon blood, but the real dragon soul was lacking.

This small keel gave Xu Xian great pressure, as if he could still hear his unyielding pride.

Go on up. On the seventh floor, there are all kinds of bottles and cans, but most of them are empty. It seems that they have been taken away. I don't know what happened here. Xu Xian casually turns over several bottles. The material of the bottles is very unusual. The constant temperature jade used is worth thousands of spirit stones.

However, for a long time, cracks have appeared on the jade bottle and lost its value. Xu Xian regrets that there should be no leakage here.

On the eighth floor, I felt the smell of Xiao Sha as soon as I entered the battlefield. There are countless weapons here, but the same as before, these weapons are too old and look brand-new. In fact, they will turn into fly ash when touched gently.

Xu Xian simply didn't go to see it. Good weapons can carry thousands of years, but they must be taken away. The rest are ordinary weapons. Even so, these weapons are much better than those in the wulingzong army tomb.

On the ninth floor, this place is empty. Xu Xian can only see a convex existence from a distance. There must be the place where the broken arm is located.

Many murals appeared along the way, mostly describing the former glory of this dilapidated city.

The more you look at it, the more frightened Xu Xian is. In one picture, a person travels and takes a Luan car. In front of the car, there are three gorgeous giant birds with flames all over, which is very similar to the legendary Phoenix.

Before long Gu, the Phoenix like bird in this painting, all these are impacting Xu Xian's cognition of strength.

The next picture is even more bizarre. There is a huge stroke drawing a vast universe with dense galaxies and countless stars. However, there is a figure with dark heavy armor and even his head in heavy armor. He holds a giant meteor hammer and breaks the planet when waving, just like we step on an egg.

The size of the planet is self-evident. This scene is too bizarre and absurd, but it gives people a real feeling of being on the scene.

In the last mural, there is a big river rolling with Yellow River, in which countless human or monster bodies float.

This is... Xu Xian narrowed her eyes. Is this the legendary Styx River, also known as the river of the yellow spring, which is one of the most frightening divine rivers in the three realms.

What makes Xu Xian pay more attention is that there are three shadows at the top and source of the river.

They are a book, a pen and a black flag.

These are absolutely three treasures that can cause the color change of heaven and earth! Xu Xian's breath is short. From these three things, only the picture also gives Xu Xian unprecedented pressure.

It seems that facing the heavenly power, a book carries on the reincarnation, a pen determines life and death, and a flag leads to a hundred million souls.

This is not what human beings can create, it is the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth, and the supreme power of judging the cycle of life and death!

"Inheritor... You are qualified. Come here. I give you an inheritance that makes the heaven jealous!"

The sound is faint and seems to be the sound of hell.

Xu Xian finally came near the broken arm. There were rough lines on the broken arm. A finger had been raised and was facing Xu Xian. The blood pool on the ground turned up and condensed a bloody word "Ming".

"If you accept it, you can have the inheritance that makes heaven and earth jealous... Inherit the tradition of the underworld and become the messenger of the yellow spring..."

"You will be immortal, in charge of life and death, slavery and reincarnation!"

"You should be honored!"

Xu Xian walked step by step, his eyes had become more and more blood red, consistent with the color of the blood pool. He held his hands high and made the meaning of worship.

The bloody word "Ming" in the sky sent out some excited light, slowly fell in front of Xu Xian, wrapped Xu Xian and turned into a blood cocoon.

At this time, an old figure suddenly appeared on the raised finger. He was bony and could be blown down by a gust of wind, but the momentum he exuded was frightening, which was more than the second emperor of the coronal Dynasty.

Now the figure, with an old face, was dead, as if he had climbed out of the coffin. His turbid old eyes looked at the wrapped Xu Xian and showed a greedy look.

"Jie Jie, only 20 years old, so gifted, so physical... My lord bless me. As long as I take away you, I can live for thousands of years, and everything you have will be mine!"