Chapter 3369: The Existence Inside the Stone Gate, the Thoughts of the Dark Gods, the Hunting Ground

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"

Qiu Long Emperor saw the situation and snorted coldly, not taking it seriously.

He directly sacrificed a magic weapon, which was a horn of a horned dragon.

It is the horn of the powerful ancestor of their horned dragon lineage. It contains mysterious power and can break through many strange things.

However, Emperor Qiu Long urged him to move the horns of the dragon.

His expression suddenly changed!

The horned dragon horn seemed to be suppressed by the stone gate, unable to exert its secret power!

Young Emperor Qiulong was stunned.

Immediately, something even more shocking happened.

From the mottled stone door.

Suddenly there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

A blurry black shadow emerged from it, extremely cold, and its eyes were blood-like and cold.

His entire face was distorted, and his facial features were more ferocious than any other Yaksha ghost.

As soon as this black shadow saw the Horned Dragon Emperor, he immediately pounced on him like a hunter seeing his prey!

"court death!"

The young Emperor Qiu Long burst out with imperial power and took action to suppress it.

However, it is shocking.

That black shadow also burst out with vast imperial power!

Even though it is still not comparable to the real emperor, it is not much weaker.

If that's all it is, then maybe it's not too much.

But most importantly.

In the mottled portal, a second black shadow appeared again.

There is also a third way, a fourth way, a fifth way...

The mottled door seems to be the entrance to Jiuyou.

The black shadows inside gushed out like ghosts from hell, carrying a chilling murderous intent.

"That's... the great emperor's divine thoughts!"

Some monks couldn't help but exclaimed, even their words were trembling.

The thought of gods is the immortal obsession left by the powerful ones above the Great Emperor.

Most of them are evil thoughts, the negative emotions of those who are strong in the Imperial Realm.

During his lifetime, a strong person in the Imperial Realm was able to suppress his negative emotions.

But after death, negative emotions may condense and transform into cruel thoughts of gods.

Whenever the thought of gods appears, it will cause great turmoil and catastrophe.

The stronger the strong person was during his lifetime, the stronger the thoughts of gods he formed after his death.

At the moment, this divine thought appears from the mottled stone door.

Although it is not the kind of divine thought that the top most powerful person has.

But at least they are negative emotional obsessions formed after the death of the emperor.

If there were only one or two, then all the monks present could calmly suppress them.

But the problem is that there are too many dark gods coming out of the stone door right now!

It is simply not something that the monks here can contend with.

Not to mention, the mottled stone gate has weird properties and can suppress many secret treasures and ancient artifacts.

At this time, the expressions of all the monks suddenly changed.

The blood seemed to be frozen.

"Run away!"

Many monks panicked and hurriedly turned around and fled!

But it was at this moment that vast bloody formations emerged throughout the burial ground.

Covering all directions of the world, like a chain, imprisoning the entire burial ground.

The closer you get to the core of the Burial Land, the stronger the sealing power becomes.

It can be said that in a short period of time, it will be absolutely difficult for anyone in the imperial realm to escape from this formation.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

"Is this a game? We are all set up!"

There are monks who realize later.

They seemed to be invisibly being slaughtered like pigs by the dark hands.

"Damn it!"

A roar exploded across the world.

That was Young Emperor Qiu Long, fighting with several gods.

The thoughts of the gods were like a pack of wolves, biting the Young Dragon Emperor.

His various protective magical weapons and secret treasures were suppressed by the mottled stone gate and could not function at all.

As for calling for help, it was impossible because they were isolated by the bloody formation.

In the end, everyone saw it.

The horned dragon emperor looked like a prey that had been torn apart by hyenas, with his body torn into pieces.

Even his soul was bitten, devoured, and refined by the divine thoughts.

One of the nine dragons of the famous Ancestral Dragon Clan, a young emperor-level existence.

He actually fell into the burial ground like this.

This made all the monks from all directions feel hairy, and they even ran away desperately.

The young Thunder Dragon Emperor also looked shocked and retreated like thunder and lightning.

But the thoughts of gods pouring out from the mottled stone door seemed to have a certain degree of instinct.

The goal is to target the realm of cultivation, the existence with the most powerful soul and blood.

As for Jun Xiaoyao.

Not surprisingly, more than a dozen gods were eyeing Jun Xiaoyao.

You know, although these divine thoughts cannot be compared with the strength in life.

But not too bad.

And because it is a gathering of negative emotions, it is even more cruel, and it has an eroding and corrupting effect on the soul of the soul.

Those ten or so gods were attacking Jun Xiaoyao directly.

It can be said that even if it were replaced by other ordinary young emperors, they might not be able to withstand it.

In such a chaotic situation.

The figure of the prince of the ancient Tianquan Dynasty is also wandering.

But it's worth noting.

If you keep staring at Prince Tianquan, you will find out.

There were traces of black light flashing in his eyes.

Although his cultivation level is also at the Emperor level.

But those gods seemed to ignore him, ignoring his existence.

Prince Tianquan looked secretly at Jun Xiaoyao.

He saw that he was besieged by more than ten gods.

A sneer appeared on Prince Tianquan's lips.

But the next moment, the smile on his lips froze.

But Jun Xiaoyao, with immortal light flashing on his body and chaotic energy surging.

There seemed to be immortal flowers lingering between his eyebrows, and there were gods chanting scriptures in it.

The power of the three generations of Yuanshen urged it to be like three gods, sitting cross-legged in the depths of Jun Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness.

As strong as those gods' thoughts, let alone penetrating Jun Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness.

It was difficult to even get close to him.

Jun Xiaoyao's Yuanshen was like three torches, surging and blazing like the sun.

When those gods' thoughts approached, it was like ice and snow meeting fire, and black smoke was hissing all over their bodies.

And Jun Xiaoyao even sacrificed the Samadhi True Fire.

The Samadhi True Fire is also extremely lethal to the Yuanshen soul.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao, who was completely unmoved and in no danger of life.

There was also a hint of coldness in the eyes of Prince Tianquan.

His figure quietly escaped.

Although this divine thought posed no threat to Jun Xiaoyao at all.

But for the other cultivators here, it was absolutely fatal.

The Thunder Dragon Emperor was also entangled in the fight and finally died.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at this scene like a killing purgatory, but his eyes were calm as water.

"Jinli, have you noticed?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"What?" Su Jinli asked.

"Although these divine thoughts seem to be killing without limit and devouring the soul, it seems that they are also controlled by people." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Xiaoyao, do you mean that this game is actually to collect the power of the soul?"

"But who wants to do this?" Su Jinli asked puzzled.

"Heh..."

Jun Xiaoyao just smiled meaningfully.

Combined with the man he just sensed.

He almost understood.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not interfere.

The souls and souls of countless cultivators were devoured by the divine thoughts.

Just when the entire burial ground was caught in a scene like purgatory.

The prince of the ancient Tianquan Dynasty went deep into a remote part of this burial ground.

Now the entire burial ground is like purgatory.

The cultivators from all sides have no time to escape, so naturally no one will go deep into this place.

However, in this seemingly inconspicuous remote place.

There is a desolate tomb, as if abandoned by time, silent for eternity.

What is even more shocking is.

There is also a mottled stone door on this tomb.

The soul and spirit power hunted and devoured by the gods.

There are also various blood and life essences collected by the formation.

All of them are gathered in this tomb through the mottled stone door.

At a certain moment, this tomb suddenly cracked, and endless red light burst out.

An unimaginable vast soul power seemed to burst out.

But it did not burst out, but condensed to the extreme.

A coffin suddenly emerged from the tomb.

The coffin was black and red, and was engraved with countless secret patterns and totems, ancient mantras, and mysterious and strange.

When he saw the coffin, an unprecedented enthusiasm and respect emerged in the eyes of the Crown Prince of Tianquan.

"Lady Princess!" (End of this chapter)