Chapter 221

Chapter 221 - Entering the Country

In the blink of an eye, the Martial Monarch Tomb was filled up by a group of outsiders.

It felt as if an excessive number of tourists had crowded the ruins.

However, at the same time, the few teams maintained a certain distance between each other, or they deliberately avoided each other.

Soaring Wisdom Sect and Misty Rain Tower were walking at the front. The tomb led to a staircase leading downwards.

Song Na walked at the front with her sword in hand. Next to her was Pang Veplon, the little old man. The latter followed closely behind. He seemed to be serious, but his eyes were unfocused. Clearly, he was fishing.

Song Jie frowned and looked at the surrounding walls of the tomb. “The traces of the battle here are so fresh... Someone has already entered.”

Although this guess was already made when the tomb made such a big commotion and the possibility was very high, it still made people's heart skip a beat.

This meant that someone had gotten in first.

Moreover, they did not know who it was.

Martial Monarchs were the only Martial Artists among the humans who had achieved sainthood with their physical bodies. To humans, Martial Monarchs were the only Martial Artists who had achieved sainthood. It was very important to the human race. If his tomb was stolen by the foreign races or the Devil Cult... It would be a very shameful thing for all the immortal sects in Upper Central Realm.

Moreover, his body was extremely valuable. If he was devoured by a monster, it might even give birth to a Tribulation Passing Stage expert, which would be very disadvantageous to the human race.

No matter what, the body of a Martial Emperor must belong to the human race.

This was the consensus of all the sects.

Soon, everyone encountered the first person to stop them - the Mountain of Flesh Puppets.

One of the most common monsters in this tomb was the layers of fat that Guo Fan remembered. Its body was covered with eyes and it held a heavy weapon. Its defense was extremely high. It was a very terrifying monster. Although it was common, it was very careless. One would still die very miserably.

However, that was when the Nine Furnace Grand Formation was still open and the immortal cultivators' Spiritual Energy was restricted.

Now, the Martial Emperor Tomb was filled with spiritual energy once again. For the disciples of the immortal sects here, this kind of puppet without any Spiritual Energy was like cutting melons and cutting vegetables.

“Ao!”

With a miserable cry, the unknown object was cut in half at the waist. There was no blood, only an empty shell with oil flowing out.

“Crack.”

Song Jie sheathed his sword.

Although they had killed their first enemy so easily, everyone was frowning.

There was no other reason. This kind of strength was not something that was supposed to be difficult in the process of opening the Martial Emperor's tomb. In everyone's imagination, those who could cause the phenomenon of the spiritual tide must at least be Void Refining Stage experts who would feel threatened.

Now, it was a simple matter. There were a few puppets that didn't even have Spiritual Energy. Moreover, most of them were badly damaged. The more they walked, the heavier their hearts sank. The corpses of those puppets were everywhere, and they were scattered all over the place. Obviously, it was done by humans.

As both of them were on the Earth roll, the two of them had met before, but their interactions were not deep.

“A little.”

Ji Yushu nodded awkwardly. “My cultivation level can't keep up, so I can only do some miscellaneous studies.”

Pang Veplon snorted from the side. “What's there to be humble about? Is it hard to admit that you're number one in miscellaneous studies?”

Song Na said, “Since that's the case, I'll have to trouble Senior Jiang.”

Pang Veplon said, “Yes... En??”

If that was the case, why did it become like this?

The little old man pointed at himself with a dumbfounded expression and exclaimed,” Why are you looking for me? “

“Misty Rain Tower, Wind and Water Tower, a forbidden technique that uses natural spirit veins as the foundation for cultivation.”

Song Na's eyes were still as calm as an ancient well behind the fog. She whispered into Pang Veplon's ear, “Senior Jiang, do you want me to continue?”

Pang Veplon's expression suddenly froze, then immediately became listless, “You asked me to come here to find the center of the spiritual tide...”

He had expected this earlier. He had been urging her along the way, trying to make her stink, but who knew that this junior actually knew everything?

Song Na seemed to smile and nodded. “Please.”

“Sigh.”

Pang Veplon admitted defeat. He did not know how his secret for so many years was known or seen through by a junior. But the possibility was too small.

He slapped his thigh and his face was full of sudden realization. “Aiyaya, that's right. Daoist Priest Song Na reminded me that this old man also knows formations! Disciple, don't move. Let me do it!”

Ji Yushu slowly typed out a question mark.

Who didn't know that his master was lazy like a worm, never seriously reading a Dao book, and now he suddenly knew formations?

Pang Veplon didn't care about this and said that he had found a clue.

He led his people to the secret realm entrance that Dong Yuan and the others had entered. He pointed at the wall and said, “This is it.”

Song Jie hesitated. “Eldest Senior Sister...”

“Let's go in.”

Song Na took two steps forward and pressed her hand on the wall. Then she disappeared into the wall.

The people behind did not dare to hesitate and followed her in.

Who knew that everything before their eyes turned black and lit up. A huge rumbling sound was heard beside their ears. It was as if the earth was collapsing and the mountains were collapsing. Their feet also started to shake.