Chapter 589 The Forest of Steles in the Cemetery

The night was hazy.

In the courtyard of the ancient temple, it was quiet.

In the sparkling water of the ancient well, a bright full moon is reflected.

Not long after, a monk was reflected in the water. He looked young, in his twenties. He was born with beautiful eyes, and his eyes were clearer than well water.

Su Zimo looked at himself in the water and smiled.

"Clear mind, clear mind... Do you want me to understand my mind and see my nature and point directly at my heart?"

Su Zimo murmured softly.

At this time, the old monk did not know where to go, and Mingzhen had also fallen asleep.

There were frogs sounding up and down in his ears, cicadas chirping, the little fox lying beside the well, sleeping sweetly, Su Zimo suddenly felt that his heart was incomparably peaceful and tranquil.

At the bottom of this isolated dragon burial valley, Su Zimo's state of mind received an unprecedented baptism.

For eight years, he has been fighting.

Now, finally stopped.

This is more like a precipitation, a return to the original.

Looking at the full moon above his head, Su Zimo couldn't help recalling that night eight years ago.

Dieyue was wearing a blood-red robe, standing under the falling peach blossoms, bathed in moonlight, and asked softly, "Do you want to practice?"

For the past eight years, Su Zimo has been practicing the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Tome every night.

But now, the inner alchemy is broken, and there is not enough energy supply, and the Secret Tome of the Great Wilderness Demon King has to stagnate. Su Zimo is really not used to it.

I just feel empty inside.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Su Zimo's ear, full of jokes.

"Little baby, are you thinking about how to repair the inner alchemy, quack quack!"

Su Zimo was shocked.

This voice appeared without warning, and it was extremely unfamiliar. It was not the voice of the old monk and the young novice Mingzhen at all!

Su Zimo subconsciously looked at the little fox beside him.

The little fox was still soundly asleep, obviously not hearing the sound!

This sudden sound, only he can hear it!

Su Zimo looked solemn and looked around, ready to remind the old monk and the little novice at any time.

"Quack quack, don't look for the little baby, you can't see me!"

The voice sounded again, it was erratic, and it was difficult to distinguish the direction. It seemed that he was hiding in a corner and mocking Su Zimo.

This time, Su Zimo calmed down and sneered secretly.

This person is hiding in the dark and pretending to be a ghost. As long as he ignores it, this person will definitely be one step ahead.

"Little baby, I have a way to help you repair the inner alchemy. If you want to know, come to the backyard of this hall!"

Sure enough, the owner of the voice spoke his intentions.

"The backyard of the main hall?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Before that, the backyard of the main hall did occasionally sound heavy chains, and it seemed that something was trapped there, which was quite irritable.

"strangeness."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with confusion, and he said secretly: "Master once said that in this ancient temple, there are only two people, he and Mingzhen, this person in the backyard..."

Su Zimo's expression changed, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

This existence in the backyard is probably not a human being, but a ghost!

Just like the white-shirted woman he met outside the ancient temple.

Therefore, the old monk will say that in this ancient temple, there are only two people, he and Mingzhen.

Because this existence in the backyard is not human at all!

To make Mingzhen so fearful, and the old monk so fearful, without mentioning a word, this Specter's backing is probably not small, and his means will never be weak!

"Do you want to repair the inner alchemy or not, what mother-in-law and mother, come to the backyard to see Lao Tzu!" Specter's voice sounded again, seeming to be a little impatient.

Of course Su Zimo wanted to repair the inner alchemy.

But he really couldn't trust a ghost.

What's more, Mingzhen once told him not to go to the backyard of the main hall.

"You little doll, you are so timid as a mouse, how could I still harm you?"

"Look at your achievements. It's far from what Lao Tzu used to do. It can't be compared! Lao Tzu was not afraid of the sky, and the earth was not afraid. Who would dare to stop it!"

"Little baby, are you coming?"

Li Gui's tone became weaker and weaker.

Su Zimo closed his eyes and remained unmoved.

After being silent for a while, Li Gui suddenly said: "Do you want to know what the blood-robed woman did when she came here eight years ago? Hehe, I could see it all in my eyes back then!"

Su Zimo moved in his heart and opened his eyes.

The blood-robed woman that Li Gui said was obviously Dieyue.

Seemingly aware of Su Zimo's mood swings, Li Gui said triumphantly, "If you want to know, come to the backyard of the main hall, I'll be waiting for you there, quack quack."

Su Zimo clenched his fists and took a deep breath, finally unable to hold back, stood up and walked towards the back of the hall.

He didn't want to miss any news about Dieyue.

Whether true or false.

Turning around the quaint Daxiong Palace, Su Zimo came to the backyard and stopped.

Su Zimo looked around subconsciously, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and there was a deep shock in his eyes.

In the backyard of the main hall, there is an extremely magnificent cemetery and monument forest, and it is impossible to see the edge!

One after another tall tombstones were erected, with clear handwriting engraved on them.

"The Tomb of Lord Tiandao at Fahua Temple."

"The Tomb of Daojun Fuyan in Daming Temple."

"The Tomb of Yuze Da Neng in Fahua Temple."

"The Tomb of Xuyun Da Neng in Daming Temple."

"Admiral of the Empire, the tomb of Han Fei's great power!"

"..."

At a glance, the tombstones are densely packed, standing above the tomb.

This cemetery forest of steles is filled with an inexplicable sadness.

The people buried here are at least Faxiang Daojun, and even Su Zimo has seen a lot of the tombstones of the almighty!

"Um?"

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed and fell on another tombstone.

"The Tomb of the Ancestor Hongguang in Daming Temple!"

The tomb of the Mahayana ancestors!

Ancestor of Mahayana, he is almost the pinnacle powerhouse on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

Unexpectedly, it was buried in this cemetery.

When Su Zimo sighed, his eyes subconsciously fell on the center of the cemetery.

There is only one inconspicuous tomb bag there. If you don't pay attention, you will only think it is a slightly raised small earthen bag.

But even this little bastard seems to be arrogant to the entire cemetery!

Within 100 meters around it, there are no other tombstones, only this small dirt bag!

Above the tomb bag, a wooden board stands upright, crooked.

On the board, only two words were written.

French Emperor!

These two words seem to have a mysterious power.

Su Zimo's expression changed greatly, he only felt a tightness in his chest, and he took a few steps back uncontrollably!

Tomb of the King!

In Su Zimo's mind, a sentence reverberated, getting louder and louder.

Ten thousand years ago, under this rift, there were emperors who shed blood, the ancestors fell, and the dragon was buried. This is a great ominous place!

All this is true!

The catastrophe ten thousand years ago turned out to be so tragic that some emperors fell here!

"Boom!"

It was accompanied by a heavy sound of chains.

Behind countless tombstones and graves, under the dim moonlight, a tall figure slowly stood up from the ground, with a mighty aura, as if to smash the sky above his head into a hole!

Accidentally updated another chapter. . . I can't do this in the future. I have to reflect on myself. There are so many updates, it's not good to scare everyone.