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Ten figures are flying forward in the dead sea. Their breath of terror directly tears the blood mist around the dry sea. Moreover, as they moved, a faint bell continued to disperse in the air, confusing a dead sea corpse.
Hong Ling was very satisfied with the powerful power of the soul capture bell. With it, they did not encounter a powerful corpse this time. They are some demons who practice the virtual and combine the way. After hearing the bell, they are also confused to other places. The terrible thing about the bell is that every creature who hears the bell, whether it's a monster or a monk, whether it's a dead sea corpse or a floating evil spirit, will be confused.
They fall into a terrible illusion, and they can't help but rush towards the illusory illusion. When we wake up, the real prey has disappeared completely. Of course, with Hong Ling's power, it is still difficult to confuse the Dead Sea corpses in the holy land. However, when he met the holy land, he would not miss the opportunity to collect holy level blood soul beads.
With his power and the power of the emperor's utensils, it is not difficult to kill the holy land of the third robbery. Of course, even in the depths of the dead sea, there are very few dead objects and friars in the holy land. They walked for three days, looking at a huge tomb gradually appeared in the distance, and their eyes were full of horror. It lies between heaven and earth, as if connected to the sky above, even nine you below.
Hongling looked at the high mountain on the sea, covered with dense tombstones. These inscriptions, which are hundreds of feet high, are full of decadent atmosphere of antiquity. The monstrous ghost spirit is almost condensed into substance here. The sad sword in Hongling's body is constantly buzzing, releasing the idea of swallowing.
However, Hong Ling did not dare to release the sad sword at will. This ancient tomb with a radius of thousands of miles is really too weird. Hongling's divine sense is of little use here. Those yellow soul calling banners still have terrible spiritual power on them. Countless mysterious charms are on it. Many complaining spirits, attached to the charm, seemed to be sleeping.
People's eyes are bitter and astringent. What kind of existence can such a huge tomb exist in order to create it. What's more, what are the secrets of the inscriptions on the tomb? No one knows when the tomb was built and what it buried.
It seems that the tomb has been buried in the Dead Sea since the records of the human race began. At that time, the dark Dead Sea had not dried up, and the tomb was immersed in the bottom of the sea.
”Is this the northern tomb? What does Tianzhong stand for and what is buried? ” Xia Yan looked at the tomb in front of her eyes, her eyes were full of shock.
Not only Xia Yan, but also Hong Ling, the matchless son of the great Chu, was also full of irrecoverable amazement at the northern Ming Tianzhong. Such a huge ancient tomb, how powerful must it have to build it out. What glorious past does this ancient tomb have in its era?
Standing outside the tombs of the northern Ming Dynasty, looking at the thousands of miles of burial soil, looking at the mountain of tombs as high as ten thousand feet, all people's hearts are left with awe. This awe comes from the deep shock of the soul, the piety of the soul, and the desire to die. Before this uncanny work, all people only feel their own incomparable insignificance.
In the perception of Hong Ling and others, he even saw some powerful monks in the distance, crawling down in front of the northern Ming Tianzhong tomb, throwing themselves into the earth and worshiping devoutly. They are like devout believers who revere heaven and earth and worship the gods in their hearts without a trace of color.
Hongling with blood rose people, kneeling in front of the ancient tomb, three kowtow. No one offered, but everyone did. At the moment of Hongling's pilgrimage, his ring of space trembled, and four remnant pictures flew out, emitting a dense streamer in the air.
Under the consternation of the public, the four fragments gradually merged into one, forming a one foot square map. Hong Ling took the map into her hand. He looked at the signs on the map carefully, but found that it was difficult to interpret the information on the map except for some ancient words which were difficult to understand.
”This is the map of the northern underworld Tianzhong?” Xia Lingyan looks at the map in her hands.
”Yes, it's the map of Beiming Tianzhong, but I don't know the words on it!” Hong Ling said with a bitter smile. It has been a long time since the map of Tianzhong in Beiming. During this period, it is not known how many glorious dynasties were established and how many dynasties were destroyed. The change of characters is not eternal. Even if Hong Ling's knowledge accumulation is far beyond ordinary people, it is difficult to recognize the words above.
Hong Ling is studying the remnant picture with the blood rose's people. Some figures even burst out the breath of terror directly and galloped towards here. A huge stream of divine consciousness shrouded Hong Ling. This is a very impolite behavior. It is a great taboo among friars to peep into other people's secrets with divine sense.
However, these people have no scruples, which makes Hongling's heart sink. His body is full of burning Huang emperor mirror, naturally can sense these people's terrible cultivation. Among them, the weakest is the realm of refining and returning to emptiness. The most powerful, even if he used the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, could only compete with it without defeat.
He now with blood rose people, dare not easily hand, so did not act rashly. Of course, Hong Ling didn't believe that these people would dare to attack at will. Those who are absorbed in the spirit of the flag, and that wandering in the inscriptions among the jungle of walking corpses, is not a good stubble. Once their gas engine catches the attention of these monsters, I'm afraid most people will die here.”Boy, who are you?” A demon clan's strongman of holy land, carrying both hands, slowly walked down the void, filled with a strong force on his body. He was a monk of the leopard family. His accomplishments were in the early stage of the second heist.
Hongling put away the map and took a cold look at him. Gradually, a terrible Qi began to flow from her. Bang, the power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror explodes in his body, making his cultivation far above the others. Those monks who had planned to come to see the excitement turned pale when they sensed the power. How could this teenager have such a horrible smell. This power is enough to sweep most of them.
”Are you interested in what I have?” Hong Ling said coldly. He took out the Dementor bell and shook it gently.
The leopard demon's face was awe inspiring, and he was about to retreat rapidly. A magic light had appeared in his mind along with the bell.
”No, this guy is not a kid in the realm of refining and returning to emptiness!” This is the last thought of the Panther before she loses consciousness.
Jingling bell, a terrible sound wave, spread in an instant in the periphery of the northern Ming Tianzhong. The leopard demon was the first to bear the brunt, and was swept by this powerful force, and the whole person was sluggish for a moment. The Demon power and blood in it suddenly became chaotic. However, it seems that it did not know this,
when people saw the leopard demon, they seemed to be drunk and gave out a very violent smile. The corner of its mouth, overflow blood, but still with a smile of incomparable satisfaction. Moreover, those friars around it, whether demon or Terran, were in a trance, as if in a nightmare.