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Chapter 507: Emperor Xia's Bloodline!Tianmu Dipi ([-]-character chapter)

Valley, tombs!
The ancient inscription stands at the entrance, the bright totem is bright red and eye-catching, and the strange words seem to record the history that has long been dusty.

"This is the Holy Fire Tomb!?"

Standing at the entrance, Wang Qiong could feel the aura filled inside, sacred and vast, like a sleeping god.

Countless thoughts are intertwined in the void.

"I only heard the Palace Master occasionally mentioning that he would be buried here after his death." Wu Twelve's eyes were full of curiosity.

All along, he has been practicing in closed doors, with little contact with the outside world, let alone entering the supreme forbidden area of ​​the Guangming Academy with the legendary butcher.

"I'm afraid not many people in the entire Guangming Academy are qualified to be buried here." Wang Qiong couldn't help but said.

According to the ancestral teachings of the past dynasties, only masters who have stepped into the spiritual furnace can enjoy this honor after death, and the bones are buried in the holy fire tomb.

Like the Palace Master Wu Tianhen, the Grand Priest Wang Xuanzang should all be qualified.

Shengang should not be included in this list. He is not a member of the Guangming Academy. There are many reasons for becoming a guardian.

As for whether there are other masters at the spiritual furnace level in Guangming Academy, Wang Qiong doesn't know.

"Why is there not even a guard in this place? Are you afraid that some disciples will come to dig the grave?" Wang Qiong looked around and said casually.

As soon as these words came out, Wu Twelve's footsteps stopped abruptly, as if his body had been shocked by electricity.

He looked at Wang Qiong in horror, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Wang...Senior Brother Wang, what are you talking about?" Wu Twelve asked in a shy voice.

where is this place?
Holy Tomb!
The burial place of the powerful of all ages in the Guangming Academy, is supreme and sacred! ! !
For any student of the Guangming School, it is an inviolable holy place. Who would think of digging the grave, and come here to dig the grave of the ancestor?

"Don't you want to?" Wang Qiong asked with a strange expression.

Those who can be buried in the Holy Fire Tomb are all spiritual furnace level powerhouses, and this is simply a large treasure house.

I am afraid that as long as it is an individual, there is no one who is not indifferent.

"This... this is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors..." Wu Twelve looked at Wang Qiong in horror, really unable to understand this kind of brain circuit.

"Sin, sin!"

Wu Twelve murmured softly, as if such rebellious words sounded like a crime.

"There are no outsiders here, stop pretending!" Wang Qiong walked up, hooked Wu Twelve's shoulders, and said with a smile.

"Boy, if you say one more word, the old man will kick you out of the fire volcano."

The cold voice suddenly sounded, revealing an ear-piercing chill.

Wang Qiong raised his head suddenly, and saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the side of the valley.

The old man was wearing a gray robe, his body was hunched, and his body was covered with dust. If he didn't pay attention, he thought it was a big rock.

"Master!" Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

Those icy eyes were like sharp claws slashing at the atrium, making the blood in his whole body agitated.

There is no doubt that the gray-robed old man in front of him is a master, at least a master, and he may have stepped into the realm of the spiritual furnace.

"I just said how could there be no guards in this kind of place." Wang Qiong muttered to himself.

"The Guangming Academy really went back more and more, and even let a bum like you enter the forbidden area."

The old man in gray robe snorted coldly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Wang Qiong's rebellious words just now.

"Senior, I just put forward a hypothesis, because I am afraid that the lack of guards here will give some shameless people an opportunity to disturb the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the past generations." Wang Qiong suddenly said seriously.

He straightened his body, and the vigorous justice was ready to come out.

Seeing this, the old man in gray robe trembled slightly, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Seeing that the senior is here, the junior is relieved!"

"Hahaha……"

At this moment, a burst of hearty laughter resounded, rumbling like a gust of wind in the empty valley.

Wang Qiong turned around and looked, and there was also an old man in yellow clothes sitting on the other side of the valley, who was even thinner, and he didn't even attract anyone's attention.

"Here comes another one." Wang Qiong beat a drum in his heart.

He can now conclude with [-]% to [-]% certainty that these two old men are absolutely strong in the spiritual furnace realm.

As expected, it was the forbidden area of ​​the Guangming Academy, and even in the interior of Firecracker, two Spiritual Stove Realm powerhouses were allowed to guard it here, which was simply too cautious.

Thinking about what he said just now, Wang Qiong couldn't help feeling a little scared.

You know, with the realm of these two old men, they will definitely be buried in a hundred years later.

What Wang Qiong meant was that even the graves of these two would be dug up!
No wonder the old man in gray looked at him with resentment in his eyes, wishing he could slap him to death.

After all, normal people can't stand a younger generation discussing the matter of digging their own grave in front of them, let alone someone who is strong in the spiritual furnace.

"Boy, you are not the most talented I have ever seen, but you are definitely the most shameless." The yellow-robed old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Look... look around the world, what senior said is the truth." Wang Qiong said with a dry smile.

The old man in yellow robe looked at Wang Qiong with a guilty face, raised the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand: "Go in!"

"Thank you senior!"

Wang Qiong seemed to be pardoned, and without looking back, he dragged Wu Twelve into the Holy Fire Tomb.

"It's just arrogant!" The old man in gray robe couldn't help snorting coldly when he saw the figure going away.

"In the past hundred years, apart from him, the only one who dared to attack the Holy Fire Tomb was Qin Xiaojiu back then."

"Qin Huang is still better. Didn't he publish a book later to commemorate the time he entered the Holy Fire Tomb?" the yellow-robed old man recalled.

"Remembrance? Do you call that "Grave Digging Notes" a remembrance? How much did he earn from that book with the stunt of the Holy Fire Tomb?" The gray-robed old man's eyes shone brightly.

The old man Huang squinted and said: "I didn't see you falling behind!"

"That's because the protagonist of that book is just like the old man, and also has the surname Wu!"

"Maybe this is another Qin Xiaojiu!"

The old man in the yellow robe pressed the future and the past, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the deep valley.

"Him?" The old man in gray robe shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

"A character like Emperor Qin is hard to find in all ages!"

The lonely words echoed at the entrance of the empty valley, caught in the wind, and turned into a whimper.

"That's right!" the old man in yellow robe said with a smile.

Soon, he fell into silence like a rock, without the slightest wave of life.

……

"This is the Holy Fire Tomb!?" Wu Twelve looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't believe it.

Inside the holy fire tomb, it was like a dark night, only a faint flame hung in the sky, shining like a moon.

On the ground, there are hills and hills standing tall and short, with different shapes, just like monuments.

On some hills, the flames are lingering and lingering.

Some hills are full of swords, broken swords and broken guns, stained with scarlet blood, and crystallized.

There are also white bones on the hills, like corpses piled up, eerie.

……

There are miniature stars floating around, about the size of a fist, and they are strange and strange, and one after another phantoms can be vaguely seen hidden inside.

"Are these the tombs of the strong men of the Guangming Academy!?" Wang Qiong whispered, feeling a strong sense of oppression, and even lowered his voice a lot, as if he was afraid of disturbing the heroic spirits sleeping here.

"Senior brother, we..."

Just as Wu Shier was about to speak, Wang Qiong moved, and with a wave of his hand, Ni Lei Longya appeared in his hand.

The surging thunder light slowly outlined a magic circle.

"Brother...you hid a magic circle inside the Yan Bing?" Wu Twelve's eyes widened, astonished.

The magic circle took shape, the space melted like mercury, and a white hoof stepped out of it.

"Hahaha, the Holy Fire Tomb of the Guangming Academy, the uncle has been thinking about it for more than a day or two.

A neigh resounded throughout, revealing incomparable excitement, like a weasel getting into a big chicken coop.

Under Wu Twelve's horrified gaze, Lord Donkey appeared in the Holy Fire Tomb.

"Hey, Mr. Donkey, don't be polite, it's like coming to your own home." Wang Qiong grinned, his eyes glowed faintly, like another weasel got into a big chicken coop.

"Master... senior brother, why did you bring a donkey in..." Wu Twelve said in horror.

He really couldn't keep up with the thoughts of this rumored elder brother.

"Where did the little devil come from? Can he speak? Is your mouth used to vent your anger?" Master Donkey looked unkind, his eyes squinting.

"Ok?"

But in the next moment, his eyes were straightened, and a pair of ears like pu leaves flapped loudly.

"Great Xia ancestor!? Such a bloodline is rare!" Mr. Donkey circled around Wu Twelve, leaning his head over from time to time, sniffing.

"Not bad, not bad! The blood is pure, good stuff!" Lord Donkey couldn't help sighing.

At the same time, he winked at Wang Qiong.

"I said, little witch, if you have time, come with me to the imperial capital, and I will show you to see it!" Wang Qiong understood, hooking Wu Twelve's shoulder and said.

The Daxia royal family has been passed down for thousands of years, and its background is even higher than that of the Qin royal family.

After thousands of years of cultivation and evolution, this bloodline is so strong that it is top-notch in the world. After being exterminated for thousands of years, there are still pure blood alive, which shows its horror.

Such a bloodline has great research value, and I am afraid that even the Qinhuangting Research Institute is extremely interested.

No matter how bad it was, it would be good to extract a blood essence from Wu Twelve's body and use it as a snack for the white dough.

After all, Qi Ji's cultivation base was too weak, and Wang Qiong was afraid that he would not be able to bear it if he fed the white dough with blood essence every day.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Wu Twelve shrank his neck.

"I want to support and support you because of my fellowship." Wang Qiong was full of kindness.

"Why do you have such an expression? We're not bad people!" Master Donkey leaned over and sandwiched Wu Twelve in between. His hair was floating all over his body, and each hair was full of longing.

"After you get out, follow me!" Wang Qiong patted Wu Twelve's shoulder vigorously, and his tone didn't sound like a discussion, but a threat.

Wu Twelve struggled to squeeze out a smile, and said bravely, "All you have to do is obey senior brother's orders."

"Good boy!" Wang Qiong nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, Wang Xuangang had already ordered Wu Twelve to practice with Wang Qiong.

After all, working behind closed doors is not a long-term thing, and even the best talents need to be honed.

Wu Twelve's talent is good, but he has lived in the Guangming Academy for a long time, not knowing the vastness of the world, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, only by meeting his sharpness, can he hope to make further progress.

This time the Fawang offering incense is enough to see his shortcomings.

"Brother, I'll go first." Wu Twelve said.

"En!" Wang Qiong waved his hand.

Inside the holy fire tomb, there is a vast expanse, and each person has his own fate.

Wu Twelve soared into the sky and flew into the depths.

"The blood of the Great Xia royal family. I heard that after the Great Xia was exterminated, the remaining Miao descendants had studied the Qin royal family. They transformed their own blood and wanted to master the power to restrain the other party." The donkey narrowed his eyes slightly, and pondered soundtrack.

Qin and Xia were originally mortal enemies, one line rose up, the other fell, and the heavens were honored and favored, and in the end, only one king could be achieved.

Daxia exterminated the ancestral hall, and once vowed to slaughter the Qin clan with his own blood.

The cycle of birth and death is reincarnation.

"Holding this kid will bring you a lot of benefits and no harm." Lord Donkey reminded.

"You mean... Mrs. Qin?"

"You are as noble as a ghost, Marquis Tu, and you are a new noble in the dynasty. You are supported by King Tianwu and attached to the Seventh Prince. It is too eye-catching. There is no guarantee that you will not compete with other princes in the future... You must know, those terrible things They are all sons of Emperor Qin."

Don't look at Mr. Donkey who is usually careless and fierce like a wolf or a tiger, but his mind is extremely delicate, and he knows everything in the world clearly.

"Third Prince!" Wang Qiong read.

The relationship between him and the third prince can even be traced back to the grievances with Ye Tian back then. Since the first battle in the vacuum hometown, the two sides have been endless.

"That kid isn't the scariest yet." Lord Donkey said in a deep voice, "He is the heir born before Emperor Qin's supernatural powers, and the blood he inherited is not the scariest."

"Emperor Qin's cub, the younger he is, the more frightening his potential is..."

"You have to be careful!"

"The younger you are, the more terrifying your potential is?" Wang Qiong muttered.

In this way, isn't the Seventh Prince's potential the highest?
However, in practice, one should not only look at potential, but also one's chances.

No matter how high the talent is, if it cannot be transformed into strength, it is just a joke in the end.

"I've made a note!" Wang Qiong nodded.

Whether it is to keep a hand, or for the incense of the Guangming Academy, the value of Wu Twelve is self-evident, and it is always right to hold it in your hand.

"Get down to business!" Mr. Donkey rubbed his hooves, looked at the surrounding hills, and felt the terrifying aura floating in the void, his eyes sparkled.

"You won't be able to do it in one pot, after all, this is the Guangming Academy..." Wang Qiong reminded.

"One pot?" Lord Donkey's eyes widened, and he squinted: "Your heart is too dark!"

"Am I that kind of person? I'm reminding you!" Wang Qiong said, poking his neck.

The donkey didn't turn his head back, he stepped on his hoof, the golden light surged, and the void split open, like a pocket.

It took something out of it.

It was a piece of... human skin! ?

Wang Qiong's eyes widened.

Strange talismans were printed on that piece of human skin, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake, outlining the mystery.

"What is this?" Wang Qiong couldn't help asking.

"Tianmu Land!" Master Donkey said in a deep voice.

"I've never heard of it!" Wang Qiong thought for a while, and there seemed to be no relevant records in "East Mystery Record".

"Hey, of course you don't know. In today's world, apart from the Guangming Palace, I'm afraid there will be no second one." Master Donkey sneered.

"What is it for?"

"The Treasure of Apocalypse will be released, is your strength enough? Of course you have to prepare some powerful means!"

"How powerful is it?" Wang Qiong asked curiously.

"If this thing is practiced well, it can kill the spiritual stove!"

Master Donkey's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he shot lightning-like shrewdness!

(End of this chapter)