Chapter 1163 Stone Statue

The vast sky stretches as far as the eye can see, with wisps of light falling down. However, the earth presents a dark gray sheen, forming a great contrast.

There is a faint sad atmosphere permeating the space, ancient and heavy, like a general atmosphere unique to this world, making people feel a little depressed and depressed.

Suddenly, a burst of space fluctuations came out, and three figures walked out of the void, all with extremely outstanding temperaments and unparalleled grace.

"Is this the barren tomb?" Qin Xuan looked down, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

The scene before him was somewhat different from what he expected.

This is too desolate!

The Wasteland Tomb was the place where all the previous Lords of the Wasteland had fallen. He thought that even if it wasn't grand and spectacular, it would at least have many buildings.

However, wherever you look, there is desolation. Where are the buildings?

Ji Xuan and Murong Zhaozhao also looked a little stunned. They looked at the scene below blankly, not knowing what to say. They now vaguely understood the true meaning of the deserted tomb.

It's desolate.

Murong Guangzhao looked at the two of them and said: "Since we have arrived, let's go our separate ways and come back here in a month."

Qin Xuan glanced at Murong Guangzhao, as if he had read through Murong Guangzhao's thoughts. Murong Guangzhao did not want them to know what he had understood, and deliberately avoided them.

But, is this necessary?

"I have no objection." Qin Xuan said lightly. Murong Guangzhao wanted to avoid him, so he was naturally happy to be quiet.

"You guys, ugh." Ji Xuan looked at the two of them helplessly. These two guys still haven't let go of their hatred. Even now, they are still unwilling to work together.

But this is pretty good, at least, there hasn't been a direct battle yet.

"See you in a month." Murong Guangzhao said to Ji Xuan, and then his body moved in a certain direction.

The surrounding environment here is the same, it is all desolate land, so there is not much difference in which direction you go.

"In that case, I'll take my leave first." Ji Xuan looked at Qin Xuan with a smile.

"See you in a month." Qin Xuan smiled lightly.

So the two separated there, and Qin Xuan went in a direction alone. He did not choose this direction randomly, but Fen Lao told him that there was a strong wave in that direction, and there might be an opportunity hidden there, so he thought Go over and take a look.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Xuan finally arrived at that place. When he saw the scene in front of him, his expression couldn't help but freeze there, as if he had seen an incredible sight.

I saw a huge stone statue standing on the ground, hundreds of feet high, as high as the sky and the earth, lifelike, like a supreme god, standing tall and looking down on the world.

In the left hand of the stone statue, there is also a long bow. Although there is no luster, there is a faint sense of sharpness and a compelling momentum.

At this moment, a picture seemed to appear in Qin Xuan's mind. He seemed to have seen the grace of the statue in life, with the long bow fully drawn, shooting down enemies in the world, majestic and domineering.

The long bow was stained with blood, and the bloody brilliance filled the entire world. The scene was so heroic.

"What a mighty stone statue." Qin Xuan couldn't help but admired. This stone statue appeared here. Presumably, the person depicted in this stone statue was a certain Lord of the Wilderness.

Even Qin Xuan could guess that the current Lord of the Wilderness was rough and bold by nature, good at drawing a long bow, and his combat power must be extremely terrifying.

Such a person should be called a hero of a lifetime.

However, even so, he still could not escape the confinement of time. In the end, his bones were still buried in a barren grave and turned into a stone statue. This ending was a bit sad.

This sense of sadness that permeates the world is probably left by the ancestors of the wilderness who buried their bones in the barren tombs. It contains their unwillingness to their fate and their reluctance to leave this world.

"Respectable." Qin Xuan thought in his heart, but then he heard a voice coming into his eardrums: "You can understand what I mean, and you have a good understanding."

Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze. He glanced around, but didn't find a single figure. Who was speaking just now?

"Over the past tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many people have entered here, but very few can understand what I mean."

The voice sounded again, with a hint of melancholy in its tone.

"What's in your heart?" Qin Xuan couldn't help showing a strange expression, his eyes slowly moved away, and then fell on the huge stone statue in front of him, and asked tentatively: "Senior, is this stone statue?"

"I transformed this stone statue, what do you think?" A voice came from the stone statue, as if it could speak, confirming Qin Xuan's guess.

Upon hearing this, Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and there was an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness contained in this stone statue.

Obviously, that spiritual consciousness was left behind by the former Lord of the Wilderness.

"Junior Qin Xuan, pay homage to Senior Desolate Lord." Qin Xuan's expression immediately became solemn and he bowed respectfully to the stone statue.

"The Barren Tomb will only be opened once every thousand years. It seems that it has not been a thousand years since it was last opened. Why did you send people in in advance?" the stone statue asked.

"This..." Qin Xuan was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer. Could it be that Senior Ouyang made an exception and let them in?

This seems a little bad, it makes it sound like he came through the back door.

"Nowadays, many geniuses have emerged in Tianxuan, and many chaotic physiques have come to the world. Therefore, the current Lord of Desolation made an exception and opened the Desolate Tomb." Qin Xuan replied.

"A total of three people came in." The stone statue said.

"Exactly." Qin Xuan nodded, a little shocked in his heart. This senior's consciousness exists in the stone statue, and has fallen for tens of thousands of years, but he can still clearly sense how many people have entered the barren tomb. It is hard to imagine that he should have had How powerful.

"Those who have always entered the Wasteland Tomb are all at the peak of the Emperor Realm. Why is your realm so low?" The stone statue asked again. He could naturally sense that Qin Xuan's realm was only the fourth level of the Yuanhuang Realm. In his opinion, this was really It's too low.

"This junior's cultivation time is still short, so his realm is not high enough." Qin Xuan replied, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, neither deliberately lowering his posture nor showing arrogance.

Facing the pinnacle figures from tens of thousands of years ago, he should maintain enough respect.

"I am known as the Holy Lord Mutian, and I am the eleventh generation of the wilderness lord of the wilderness. Now, it should have been passed down to the sixteenth generation, right?" Holy Lord Mutian muttered to himself, and there were four more people after him. Fallen here, so he can infer that it has been passed down to the sixteenth generation.

"Senior is wrong, it is the seventeenth generation." Qin Xuan explained.

"How could this be wrong? Don't I know how many people have died?" Shengjun Mutian asked.

"Senior's calculation is indeed correct. After you, four Waste Lords fell in the wasteland." Qin Xuan said softly: "But the fifteenth generation of Wasteland Lords fought with the demon clan, one against three, and was seriously injured in the end. He died, so he did not come to the wilderness."

"What did you say?" The voice of Holy Lord Mutian suddenly rose, and there seemed to be an invisible anger spreading from the stone statue, which made Qin Xuan's heart tremble. He raised his head and looked at the stone statue, wondering why Lord Mutian get angry.

Shengjun Mutian said coldly: "How courageous are the demon tribes to dare to go against the wilderness?"

"I don't know the specific reason, but it is true that a war broke out between the demon clan and the wilderness, which caused quite a stir. The demon clan also suffered heavy losses." Qin Xuan said.

"Hmph!" Shengjun Mutian snorted disdainfully, and said proudly: "I think back when I ruled the wilderness, even the chiefs of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Golden Winged Dapeng Clan had to be respectful when they saw me, how dare they That’s a bit presumptuous! Now, has the wilderness fallen to the point of being bullied by the demon clan?”

Hearing the words of Holy Lord Mutian, Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a strange light. Holy Lord Mutian is so powerful that even the heads of the three overlords of the demon clan dare not act arrogantly in front of him?

Qin Xuan was dubious. After all, it was in the past and could not be verified.

But Shengjun Mutian is a generation of desolate masters, a figure who once truly stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, so he must not tell lies.

As if he had guessed Qin Xuan's thoughts, Shengjun Mutian said again: "You don't believe it?"

"Senior, I misunderstood, how dare I!" Qin Xuan shook his head quickly, feeling secretly shocked and almost being seen through.

"I dare not be the best. I hate people doubting me most in my life, and the consequences of doubting me are very serious." Shengjun Mutian said lightly, with a very obvious threat in his tone.

Qin Xuan looked at Holy Lord Mu Tian with wide eyes, was he beating him?

"This junior is here for the first time and is not familiar with the Deserted Tombs. This place is so deserted and I don't know how to practice. Senior, can you give me some advice?" Qin Xuan said with a cupped hand.

"I don't know." Shengjun Mutian said calmly.

Qin Xuan's expression couldn't help but froze, looking at the stone statue, he had lived in the barren tomb for tens of thousands of years, wouldn't he know?

"People who came in in the past felt our thoughts and understood the mysteries of heaven, but your realm is too low and you cannot bear the power of thoughts."

Holy Lord Mutian added: "But since the current Lord of the Wilderness sent you in because he believes in your ability, then everything is decided by you."

"Okay." Qin Xuan nodded helplessly. He knew that what Holy Lord Mu Tian said was not unreasonable. After all, the people who entered the wasteland in the past were all at the emperor level. There had never been anyone at the emperor level. Naturally, there was no way to practice.

Qin Xuan suddenly thought of something. He glanced at the long bow in the stone statue's hand, his eyes brightened slightly, and he said, "Senior must be very powerful in his killing skills, right?"

"That's natural. When I'm alive, there will never be more than one person in Tianxuan who can truly rival me." Shengjun Mutian said, with an unparalleled confidence in his tone. This kind of confidence, Comes from his great strength.

Listening to the words of Holy Lord Mu Tian, ​​Qin Xuan seemed to be able to feel the pride and ambition in his heart, as well as his spirit of being proud of the world.

How does it feel to stand at the highest point and overlook the world?

He can't realize it yet, but he believes that one day he will be able to reach that point, and even stand higher!

"Can you ask senior for a favor?" Qin Xuan asked again.

"Why do you talk so much?" Shengjun Mutian said impatiently. People who come in have always been quiet and practice alone. Why is such a guy here this time?

Qin Xuan was not angry either. There was a cunning look in his eyes. He looked at the long bow in the stone statue's hand and said with a smile: "I see that the senior holds a long bow. He must be good at the rules of force. Why not teach some experience to the juniors and also to the future generations?" People have left some legacy.”