Chapter 2388 The Truth of the World

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Tai Taoism?

Hearing the words of the old monk Jiudeng, Ye Hong stared at the chests of those zombies.

Only then did I recognize the two words above, it was [Taiyi]!

His memory drifted back to the fresco in the main hall of the Taiyi Palace of Bagua Gate on Lanque Peak.

In the Qiyang Palace, wars are raging.

A total of two forces were fighting each other inside and outside Qiyang Palace, and the battle was tragic.

In front of the palace gate, a Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe, holding a long sword, all looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

On the chest part of the robe, two prominent characters were printed—【Taiyi】.

There was an endless big hole hanging in the sky, and figures kept flying out of the hole.

These figures landed on the ground and fought with the soldiers in Qiyang Palace and the Taoist priests of Taidao Sect in front of the palace gate.

Looking back now, the Taoists in the murals are clearly wearing the same style of Taoist robes as the zombies in front of them!

Could it be that these zombies are...

Ye Hong suddenly felt a little creepy.

On the other side, the zombies in Taoist robes stretched their hands into the air in unison.

Those weapons that were originally on the lid of the coffin flew into their hands.

It seems that these weapons are likely to be the weapons they used during their lifetimes.

The moment they took hold of the weapon, fiery magma spurted out from the weapon.

Ye Hong's pupils were shocked again.

Suddenly, he understood why Lao Han asked him to come to Lingnan to find the answer!

It turns out that the answer lies in these zombies!

The blade wrapped in magma easily penetrated the defenses of those clan guards.

What tyrannical tactics, what a sturdy body, what a will that is not afraid of death... In front of these swords, it was destroyed by a burst of rottenness and was vulnerable to a single blow.

Those earth-level clan guards who could traverse the ancient martial arts world were like straw in front of these zombies, and their lives were harvested in pieces.

A huge panic broke out in the tribe.

No one dared to approach the altar, all of them dodged aside and looked at those terrifying zombies with trembling bodies.

"Too! One! Dao! Zong!"

The fifth Qingtong shouted with hatred full of hatred.

This hatred was different from the hatred against Ye Hong, it seemed to be the hatred that the two sides had accumulated over the years.

Ye Hong suddenly remembered that Ximen Qingcang had mentioned that this fifth family is the descendant of the ancestors!

Judging from the information on the murals obtained by Ye Hong, in ancient times, the ancestors had a huge conflict with the Xuanyuan Dynasty and the Taidao Sect.

In that war, the Xuanyuan Dynasty and the Taidao Sect disappeared into the long river of history, and the ancestors were also forced to live in seclusion.

So Fifth Qingtong's hatred must have come from here.

The people of the fifth family withdrew, but the killing aura on the old monk Jiudeng was not calm.

A monstrous demonic energy bloomed from him.

Even the originally bright stone room fell into a dark atmosphere.

In the rolling demonic energy, the zombies of Taidao Sect started slaughtering again.

The figure of the clan guard, accompanied by bursts of mourning, kept falling down.

The fifth Qingtong had long since had no intention of staying any longer, so he glanced at Ye Hong and the old monk Jiudeng unwillingly, and wanted to jump to the entrance of the cave while the chaotic exchange was going on.

Just when she jumped halfway, a black beam of light shot straight through her body like a meteor from the sky!

"Do not--"

In the shrill and sharp roar, Wu Qingtong's body was instantly melted by the black beam of light, and not even ashes remained.

In the distance, Ye Hong silently put away Ye Long, expressionless.

I secretly said in my heart: Yan Lan, Ge Dan, the young master has avenged you.

For Yan Lan and Ge Dan, Wu Qingtong's ruthless action was the key to their betrayal of the Fifth Family.

And the fifth Qingtong is also the enemy that the two always want to kill.

Under the destruction of all things, this fierce mad woman finally said goodbye to this world, and could no longer come out to make trouble.

Not long after the fifth Qingtong died, the surroundings gradually returned to silence.

None of the hundreds of local guards and clan guards brought by the fifth Qingtong survived, all of them died at the hands of the zombies.

After killing all these people, the zombies lay back in the sarcophagus one after another.

Those swords fell on the coffin lid again.

Only this time, Ye Hong no longer dared to underestimate these sarcophagi.

A random existence in this place can cause chaos in the ancient martial arts world.

But so many powerful zombies are all under the command of the old monk Jiudeng.

Ye Hong stared at the old monk Jiudeng, and fear flashed in his eyes.

The black magic energy dissipated from the old monk Jiudeng.

Black hair and beard, back to white.

The nine Buddha beads also shine with brilliant brilliance again.

The old monk Jiudeng has become that kind-hearted look again.

Only Ye Hong, who saw the picture just now, knew how terrifying the old monk was.

"Haha, did you scare you?"

The old monk Jiudeng smiled faintly and waved to Ye Hong: "Come here, let Lao Na solve your doubts one by one."

Ye Hong came to the altar again, but his body was not as close as before.

The old monk Jiudeng glanced at Ye Hong's cautious movements, didn't care, and smiled slightly.

Then he looked up at the pearl stone on the stone wall, and sighed in disappointment: "Where should I start..."

He looked down at Ye Hong and suddenly asked, "Do you believe in the existence of other worlds?"

Ye Hong was slightly startled, and the first reaction in his heart was disbelief.

Thinking of a series of bizarre encounters, coupled with the fact that it was hard to believe that the system was a product that Blue Star could produce, Ye Hong fell into silence.

"It seems that deep down you believe it."

The old monk Jiudeng seemed to see through Ye Hong's heart, and said with burning eyes: "Then the old man will tell you clearly that next to our Blue Star, there is another world!"

"What world?" Ye Hong asked subconsciously.

"Fairy World."

The faint words made the air suddenly congeal.

The first thing that popped up in Ye Hong's mind were those Xianxia and Xianxian games...

Then it felt absurd.

Is there really such a thing as fairyland?

Isn't there a fairy then? ?

When Ye Hong was confused, the old monk Jiu Deng said again: "I know you can't accept it all at once, then listen to me slowly and tell a story."

"In the distant era, there were civilizations far beyond the present.

But after a devastating catastrophe, these civilizations were destroyed.

Heaven and earth are withered, everything is in chaos.

But... before the disaster, some people left this world and hid in another world.

This world is the so-called fairyland! "

Hearing this, Ye Hong felt complicated in his heart.

Because he thought of the murals of ancestors ascending to the sky in Qiyang Palace.

At that time, he thought it was just an exaggerated painting method, and that the ancestors were just living in seclusion in a paradise.

But now that I think about it, ascending to the sky...maybe I really ascended to the sky!