Chapter 626 Tomb

The stone walls are carved with all kinds of weird patterns, like things left over from the totem worship period.

Not far ahead, a huge five-meter-long sarcophagus lay horizontally in front of it. Under the blue light of the dragon ball, it looked particularly eerie.

Here is a tomb!

The place where Chen Luo walked before was the corridor of this tomb, and the place where he is standing now is the main tomb of the tomb, where the owner of the tomb sleeps. If other people saw the tomb, their first reaction would be wariness and panic, but Chen Luo's first reaction when he saw the tomb was excitement.

Why did he come to the Monster Clan?

Isn't it just to help the ancestors of the demon clan loosen the soil! He couldn't bear to let these seniors of the demon clan sleep in the dark tomb.

Chen Luo, who found the coffin, walked over quickly.

"The younger generation is unworthy, the younger generation is unworthy. I will let the senior come out for air! If you don't want to, just say 'zhi', and the younger generation will not disturb you."

He stood by the sarcophagus and waited for a while before taking action. He is such a generous person and never forces others to do things.

Bang!

He lifted his sleeves.

The tightly-fitting lid of the sarcophagus flew up out of thin air, rotated 360 degrees in the air, and then slammed into the wall next to it.

Click!

The stone slab shattered and fell to the ground into a pile of debris.

With Chen Luo's vision, he could naturally see the structure of the sarcophagus at a glance, and he also confirmed that there was no hidden plot on the surface of the coffin. The Flower-backed Turtle's method of digging a robbery hole is indeed good. They have maximized the abilities of their Minggui clan and avoided the formation defense outside the tomb. Based on this alone, the talent of the Minggui clan has not been wasted.

Maybe the owner of the tomb didn't expect that tomb robbers would come with a turtle to dig a hole and a dragon ball in hand. The two of them joined forces to restrain the blood bats that he left behind to guard his tomb.

"I knew that senior also wanted to come out for some air."

Chen Luo stepped forward, raised his hand to disperse the dust, and saw clearly the appearance of the corpse inside the coffin.

What lay inside the sarcophagus was not a human cultivator, but a lion, a golden lion with nine heads.

"Nine heads, this is a huge profit."

Without saying anything, Chen Luo immediately raised his hand and pressed it.

‘Contact with the brain waves of a dead person, the damage degree is 50%, do you want to read it? ’

When he saw the degree of damage, Chen Luo was stunned for a moment.

Actually half?

After digging up corpses for so long, this was the first time he dug out such a complete brain from a grave. In the past, brains with such high integrity were all killed on the spot.

As expected of a lion with nine heads, distributed storage is advanced!

Read!

The gray power spread down the arm and was quickly digested. Among the external brains, a brand new virtual-returning brain emerged. The aura on the surface of Chen Luo's body changed dramatically with the integration of this brain.

Hot air waves rose from the blood, and a warlike and murderous emotion surged into his heart. Even the Dharma has also changed, and many magical powers such as 'Fire' and 'Zhengyang' have derived new insights.

This is the instinct of the nine-headed lion.

Chen Luo read its brain and inherited its abilities.

The incomplete picture flashed away. In the picture, a golden lion stood at the end of the cliff, roaring at the red sun in the sky. The sun's essence fire was projected from the scorching sun and integrated into the body of the nine lions.

This is the fundamental diagram of the nine-headed lion clan.

Chen Luo read the basic map from this corpse, which is something that a brain with a 99% incompleteness cannot read.

Withdrawing his hand, Chen Luo touched the remaining eight heads of the nine lions again. Unfortunately, there was no repeated absorption, which put his idea of ​​brushing the Nine Lions' brains a few more times on hold for the time being.

Bang.

Inside the sarcophagus, the corpses of the nine lions seemed to have lost their last 'spirits' and turned into a ball of ashes scattered in the sarcophagus.

"Senior really wants to come out for some air."

Chen Luo sighed, raised his hand and slapped the sarcophagus in front of him into powder. The palm mixed with the power of the nine lions was like a blazing flame, leaving a dark palm print on the ground. The rock was charred black, and no bones or residue were left, which completely liberated the senior.

After raising the bone powder of the nine lions, Chen Luo took the dragon ball and walked to the wall next to it.

Just now he hit the tomb with a stone slab to see if he could break a way out. Now it seems that the tomb is stronger than he expected.

"Um?"

As his fingers slid down the stone wall, Chen Luo found a depression.

The impact of the stone slab just now did not leave any traces.

Pointing his finger at the damaged opening, light cyan light spread along this location, and soon, there was a sound of cracking stones from the wall.

Click!

The stone fell, and a palm-sized channel appeared on the tip of the index finger.

The smell of decay rolled out from the breach.

The light reflected along the gap, projecting a cylindrical area, with several white bones lying on the side. Not far away were several broken magic weapons, including knives, swords, hammers and hoes. .

"Side chamber?"

Chen Luo spread his consciousness over and made sure that there was no danger. He turned his hand and put the dragon ball into the cave gourd. Then his body swayed and turned into gas like smoke, and he got through the gap.

Behind the gap is an incomplete tomb chamber, which is much smaller than the main tomb chamber. There are three corpses inside, all of which are human cultivators. Chen Luo walked over and tried to touch one, but was unable to read the other person's brain. It must have been decayed over the long years.

"My brain is gone, and I don't know how many years he has been dead."

Chen Luo sighed and walked to the side to check the magical weapons they left behind. As a result, these remnants of soldiers shattered on their own before their hands even touched them. If they are left in such a completely enclosed chamber for too long, they can be destroyed by any slightest movement.

Suddenly, a little light came into view.

Chen Luo reached out to push away the dust on it and picked up a palm-sized jade slip from underneath. Most of the spirituality on the jade slips has been lost, leaving only a little spiritual light in the corners to maintain vitality. Jade slips are used to store skills and magical powers, and consume almost no spiritual energy. Without external damage, jade slips can last for thousands of years.

This jade slip dug out of the dust by Chen Luo has an ancient aura that far exceeds the current world of immortality.

On the pure white jade surface, there is a fox with nine tails engraved on it.

The last bit of aura is stored in the ninth tail of the nine-tailed demon fox. Chen Luo put the jade slip into his hand, mobilized a ray of spiritual power from his body, and slowly poured it into it.

Buzz!

The jade slip suddenly lit up, and the nine-tailed demon fox on it seemed to come to life. His eyes looked around quickly, and then his eyes lit up, projecting a scene into nowhere.

'They erased my legend and tried to kill me'

A strange beginning, without beginning or end. Immediately after the scene changed, the nine-tailed demon fox appeared at the top, with a group of demons shouting crazily below. Among these demon groups, Chen Luo saw several powerful demon figures.

‘.It’s the tenth day! He didn't come to help me. Jiuri and Yuan were both killed in the battle, and I couldn't let them disappear. ’

There was a bloody scene. The nine-tailed demon fox was covered in blood. There was a nine-headed lion lying next to it. There were some demon corpses as big as mountains in the distance. The powerful demon clan seen in the previous scene had all changed in this scene. Became a corpse.

'Can I still wake up?'

In the pool of blood, the nine-tailed demon fox's eyes were empty.

The scene stopped abruptly.

Chen Luo frowned.

The content recorded in this jade slip is of no value to Chen Luo. No beginning or end, no idea what was recorded. who is he? There is no description of who the enemy is. It is only known that the monster clan suffered a great disaster a long time ago, and all the ancient monsters died.

The light on the jade slip faded away, and the nine-tailed demon fox on it seemed to have lost its last bit of strength, and its luster completely dimmed.

A crisp sound of bamboo splitting came from his hand.

This jade slip, which had been preserved for an unknown period of time, has officially come to an end. Vaguely, Chen Luo seemed to hear a singer playing the piano, and the melodious singing mixed with the sound of the piano echoed in this space.

‘. Immortals and monsters have different paths, how can there be right or wrong? ’

Chen Luo ignored these monsters.

Since entering the realm of the demon clan, he has seen many similar demons. He has ignored this small scene in front of him.

But before he could move, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Light like quicksand flashed across the eyes, and the yellow sand turned into a river, projecting the second 'scene' under the jade slips. The dim tomb turned into a quiet mountain forest. The forest is surrounded by lush green plants.

There is a lake in the center and a hut next to it.

A crane-haired immortal in white clothes sat cross-legged in front of the house, talking to a group of small animals below about heaven and earth and Taoism with a smile.

As long as the little animals come over, they can listen.

Each of these contents is inlaid with pearls, all of which are the supreme magic. Wherever the sound falls, rotten trees will sprout and grass and trees will bloom.

Immortals are taught without distinction, and all living beings are equal.

In front of his house, there are people, monsters, ghosts and demons.

"Master, Master, can we also become immortals?" A little fox sat at the front, raising her furry little paws and asking curiously.

"Of course you can."

"When you become an immortal, you don't have to be hunted down anymore?"

"As long as you become an immortal."

"I want to drink. Can I drink it if I become an immortal? Humans also smell so good. I wonder if I can eat it casually after I become an immortal."

A group of small animals chattered, occasionally mixed with one or two strange questions.

Years go by.

The immortal was still preaching, but there were fewer and fewer listeners in front of the house. Those little animals learned some immortal magic and all went down the mountain to wander around. Only the little fox at the beginning was still sitting in front of the house, patiently listening to the immortal's magic.

"Xian Weng, I found what I wanted."

The grown-up white fox turned into a woman. She wore a plain white gown and saluted the immortal.

The immortal man is still preaching, but the smile is gone on his face, and the mysterious method is no longer preached.

The grass withers and the flowers fade.

The white fox bowed respectfully, then turned and walked down the mountain.

At this point, there is no one in front of Xian Weng's door.

The light fades and the color ceases. The preaching immortal and the group of demons listening to the sermon all disappeared from the screen. Only a jade slip buried in the mountains and forests was left, which recorded this process.

"The six desires are all painful, and the world of mortals is full of resentment. This is the world."

The weird drama sounded again.

Snowflakes are flying, and a white fox dressed in white is walking in the snow. The scene rotates from behind to in front of the body, and finally freezes on the white fox's face.

It was a charming fox face.

Perhaps noticing the gazes from the outside, the white fox grinned and said to the person outside the mirror.

‘Sir, you are here.’ (End of this chapter)