Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 581 Ten Thousand Years Ancient Temple

"Um?"

This voice interrupted Su Zimo's thoughts.

There are really living people at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!

Su Zimo pushed open the door and walked out, seeing a young novice sitting cross-legged on a futon, with his hands folded, an ancient book placed on his chest, chanting softly.

Su Zimo was slightly startled.

When he thought about it, the living person at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley must be a remarkable person, but he did not expect to be such a young novice.

The little novice in front of him, the cultivation realm, should not exceed the Jindan realm.

Although Su Zimo's cultivation is not there, his eyesight is still there.

The little novice seemed to sense something, stopped chanting, and turned his head.

These eyes are as clear as water, as if reflecting the heart of a child!

The little novice smiled, stood up, put his hands together, and said, "Donor, you are awake."

Su Zimo stepped forward, bowed and saluted, "Under Su Zimo, thank you for saving your life."

"The donor doesn't have to."

The little novice said with a smile: "It was the master and his old man who noticed that the little monk brought the donor back."

"Master?"

Su Zimo's tone showed a hint of surprise.

From this point of view, there is not only a young novice at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!

The little novice nodded, his eyes fell on the hall not far away, and he said, "However, the master is in retreat, and no one is seen for the time being."

Not far from the Daxiong Hall, the door of the hall was closed.

Su Zimo nodded and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"More than a month."

Su Zimo was silent and pursed his lips, only feeling a bit bitter at the corners of his mouth.

Due to the destruction of his cultivation base, his body's self-healing power has also been greatly reduced. This time, he has not been able to recover from this injury for more than a month!

After a little silence, Su Zimo asked again, "How long does it take for the master of your friend to get out of the customs?"

"The little monk doesn't know."

The little novice shook his head and said, "It may be tomorrow, it may be a year, it may be a hundred years."

"century……"

Su Zimo smiled bitterly.

Aware of Su Zimo's disappointment, the little novice consoled very seriously: "Donor, you don't have to worry, time flies, like a white horse passing by, a hundred years of time, but in a blink of an eye."

The little novice looked no more than a teenager.

These words came out of his mouth, which were really nondescript and seemed a little weird.

The little novice said again: "If the donor is bored, you can read the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion at will. These Buddhist scriptures are extensive and profound, and contain the secrets of heaven and earth.

"There is endless fun in the scriptures. Once you are immersed in it, time will pass before you know it. A hundred years is also very fast."

The little novice said it easily, but Su Zimo was really not interested.

Su Zimo didn't want to reject the little novice's good intentions, so he nodded and smiled, his eyes turned, looked around, and looked around.

There are not many buildings in this courtyard, only two.

One is the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the other is the Mahavira Hall, and there is no meditation room.

This is a humble ancient temple.

Old, outdated!

The only two buildings seem to be old, and they have experienced many winds and rains, and they are full of traces of time.

In front of the main hall, two vegetable gardens are planned, which are the only traces of green vitality.

The gate of the ancient temple was in tatters, and when the wind blew, it creaked, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

"How can there be such a strange ancient temple at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley?"

Su Zimo's expression was a little dazed.

For a moment, there seemed to be some aura that flashed through my mind.

But at this time, Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, and most of his mind was thinking about how to restore his cultivation, but he didn't think about it.

After standing for a while, Su Zimo turned around and walked towards the gate of the ancient temple.

This ancient temple, as far as the eyes can see, is almost unobstructed, and there is really nothing to see.

Su Zimo wanted to go outside to see what was in the bottom of the Dragon Buried Valley!

The little novice looked a little worried, and couldn't help but say, "Donor, your serious injury has not healed, don't go too far, it's very dangerous outside."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."

Su Zimo clasped his fists in thanks, turned and walked out.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the ancient temple, there was a gust of wind blowing, and Su Zimo couldn't help shivering.

In front of it is a winding rift, with countless gravel on the ground, and strange rocks on the mountain walls on both sides.

In the entire rift valley, there is a dead silence!

Su Zimo frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and walked forward.

The little fox looked a little frightened, but still chose to follow behind Su Zimo.

Su Zimo looked up.

The fog is surging above the rift. Ten thousand years ago, countless strong men fought against the remaining power, and they converged above, forming a chaotic field of power.

Any creature that enters it will be strangled into blood mist!

Su Zimo's cultivation base was abolished and he lost all means of volleying. It was easy to jump from the top, but it was impossible to get up.

Su Zimo realized that if he couldn't restore his cultivation, he would probably run out of life essence at the bottom of the valley in the future and grow old slowly.

How can I restore my cultivation?

The golden core was shaken into pieces and completely disintegrated.

Dantian has become a leaky existence, unable to gather spiritual energy at all.

It is impossible for Jin Dan to recover.

The only possible recovery is the inner alchemy.

Although the inner alchemy is covered with cracks, it is at least still intact.

But how can Naidan be repaired?

Su Zimo has not yet cultivated to the realm of swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon. If he wants to cultivate a demon, he must devour a large amount of life essence!

It can be fresh flesh and blood, it can be a treasure of heaven and earth, it can be a panacea...

But at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, apart from him, the little fox, the little novice, his master, and two ordinary vegetable gardens, there is nothing!

Without being able to replenish energy, it is difficult for the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Tome to run, let alone repair the inner alchemy.

Su Zimo fell into contemplation, but did not stop, and walked forward subconsciously.

After turning a corner, the little fox suddenly stopped, opened his mouth to bite Su Zimo's trouser legs, and pulled him desperately.

Su Zimo was startled and woke up from his contemplation.

The ground in front of him was covered with corpses.

Some are lying on their sides, some are sitting on the ground, and some are shattered, all kinds.

The corpses are everywhere, and there is no edge in sight, and it has spread to the end of the rift.

Su Zimo realized that these corpses should have been buried in this rift valley from the catastrophe ten thousand years ago.

Even after 10,000 years, these corpses still do not have a trace of decay, they are as crystal clear as jade!

Among these corpses, Su Zimo even saw a complete body that did not rot!

Before this life, what a terrible powerhouse should he be?

Ten thousand years have passed, and the flesh will not rot!

Suddenly, Su Zimo felt a red light flickering in the corner of his eyes, and turned his head to look subconsciously.

"Um?"

Su Zimo's pupils shrank violently, and all the hairs on his body stood up!

A few drops of blood splashed on the surrounding stone walls.

Su Zimo just glanced at it, and felt severe pain in his eyes, and his eyeballs almost burst!

"What kind of strong blood is this, it has such terrifying power!"

After ten thousand years, it was just a drop of blood that almost killed Su Zimo!

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis flooded into my heart!

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