Chapter 829 Whose Tomb Is This, and Who Is Buried?

The desolate wind was blowing from the front of the mountain peaks and graves. It was obviously an unrestrained wind, but at this time, there was a dull and depressing, sad and desolate feeling. It seemed that there were countless dead souls wailing in the wind, making people's hearts tighten!

Yun Qingyan was 100% sure that that round of red sun was definitely not the red sun she saw in Tianyuan Continent. This should be another small world, another space embedded in Tianyuan Continent!

Whose tomb is this?

Here, who is the one who buried the repression?

Yun Qingyan's heart was beating violently, as if he was about to reveal a huge secret, and he was so nervous!

No fear, no panic, only excitement and urgency!

There seems to be a voice urging her forward!

"His Royal Highness, this is an induction symbol.

We can't go to the underground palace with you. This sensor talisman can help you sense the direction of your power. Please put it away. "The Great Elder respectfully presented Jiang Wuya with a rune carved from amethyst.

Jiang Wuya stretched out two slender fingers from the black robe to take it, and the silver mask that covered it made people unable to see his expression, "Oh?

The blood sun rose higher and higher in the sky, and gradually hung in the center.

At this time, the black-robed elder also moved with the remaining few black-robed messengers!

Their auras skyrocketed, and the terrifying pressure shot out from their bodies, setting off a gust of wind, almost tearing off the black robes on their bodies!

The heavy pressure made Yun Qingyan feel suffocated for a while!

The cultivation realm of these people is several times higher than that of Xuanzun who appeared in the Yun family with Dan Wuji!

She secretly rejoiced in her heart, fortunately she hadn't secretly attacked Jiang Wuya before, it is better to use the strength of the other party to definitely find out before she did it!

This has nothing to do with other things, it's just a simple crushing of strength.

But... if these old men can't enter the underground palace with Jiang Wuya...

Thinking of this, Yun Qingyan's eyes flashed a sly evil intent.

Now she can't deal with Zunjie. Jiang Wuya's cultivation base is only about Xuanjie. If her cultivation base can be restored to its heyday...

When Yun Qingyan was working on a small abacus in his heart, several black-robed messengers had already chanted a spell in their mouths. Without blinking, they slashed their palms with a knife, and gurgling blood flowed out of their palms!

"With my blood, a place to sacrifice to the dead!

With my blood, comfort the soul of the dead!

With my blood, pacify the spirit of the dead! "

The low, hoarse voice gradually came out from under the hood of the black-robed man, and the howling and whimpering in the wind became louder and louder.

The yin wind whistled, like a dead soul drifting by the side of the body with the yin wind, Yun Qingyan felt the temperature of the whole body instantly turned cold, and a layer of sensitive goose bumps instantly appeared on the bare skin.

At this time, the evil and bright red sun also officially hung in the middle of the sky, and it fell directly on the Qingfeng tomb!

"Broken!" With a sonorous sound, the entire mountain erupted with an earth-shattering humming sound!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

One, two, three!

One after another roar came, as if coming through the wall of another world, deafening!

It seems that there are giant beasts that cover the sky and the sun one after another, causing their necks to roar one after another!

I don't know if it was Yun Qingyan's delusion, but she always felt that the third beast roar seemed to have been heard somewhere!

As the three huge beast roars fell, it was followed by the sound of ten thousand beasts, which merged into a grand symphony!

The strange thing is that in these surroundings, even the shadow of a monster can't be seen!

Six more, good night~