A scrap collection station comes to mind

The law of time can erase many things.

Even a powerful magic weapon cannot withstand the erosion of time.

"Is Ling Kuang's body still there?" Ming Yu asked.

Taiyu shook his head, "It's just a young disciple, and we have never cared about him. If Senior Brother Fanxin hadn't suddenly asked about this person before, I deliberately investigated it, and I almost forgot that the sect had this person. .”

"But, since it is a suppressive killing, there must be a corpse there. You see, there are still original restrictions left by the uncle at the bottom of the tower. I just don't know if his corpse can withstand the law of time. Spend time.”

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Under normal circumstances, if a strong person in the Holy Lord Realm wants to perish, unless it is a physical and mental fall, let alone a corpse, even if a single cell is left behind, there is still the possibility of rebirth.

However, what Tai Yu said about killing is a little different. It means that the superior suppresses with extremely powerful force and disperses the original power of the fallen. In this way, even if there is still a corpse, but no origin, it is impossible to be reborn.

However, several people at the scene were a little confused, why did Qingshan choose this method of killing?

Is it possible that he still has some feelings for this apprentice, so he left his body intact as a thought?

Chen Muyu stood nearby, but he was thinking about other things.

Yang Ming has been to this place before.

Yang Ming said that his Divine Slave Control Technique was passed down in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations. He had been to the Western Continent and the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

And in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, this should be the only place where the Divine Secret of Controlling Slaves can be passed down.

The burial place of Ling Kuang.

If what Yang Ming said is credible, then this disciple of Patriarch Qingshan is probably the same person as Ling Kuang the Taiwu clan is looking for.

Otherwise, where would the Divine Secret of Controlling the Slave come from.

However, according to the information obtained from Taiyu and the others, Ling Kuang did not seem to be very powerful when he became a disciple of Xiaolingshan. Moreover, how could Ling Kuang and other figures be able to cause such a big disturbance in the Northern Continent? Inexplicably, he worshiped Patriarch Qingshan as his teacher.

Even if it was just to deceive others, why would he use his real name? How could he be suppressed and killed by Patriarch Qingshan?

If you think about it carefully, there are many doubts in this.

Perhaps, the only person who knows the reason is Patriarch Qingshan.

Chen Muyu was thinking about something, and at this time, Mingyu had already arrived at the foot of the tower.

Looking up, he didn't choose to enter the tower.

Closing his eyes, Mingyu seemed to be hiding something quietly.

The next second, Chen Muyu felt that some kind of change had occurred in the surrounding space, and an obscure original law was vibrating.

Vibrating at an extremely high frequency.

"boom!"

Spider web-like cracks appeared on the bone tower, like rotten wood that had been eaten by insects. With a bang, it suddenly fell down.

dusty.

The bone tower that stood tall just now turned into ashes.

Taiyu's face trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but he held it back in the end.

The bone tower didn't have much divinity left in the first place. Even if Ming Yu didn't take action, it wouldn't take many years for the bone tower to be completely eroded by the law of time and turn into the dust of history.

Where the bone tower disappeared, there was a forbidden existence.

It was a circular forbidden area, with a radius of two feet. The power of the original law was flowing, and the light curtain rose, shielding everything outside.

In the light curtain, visible to the naked eye, there is a trace of black energy lingering.

Mingyan walked up and frowned slightly when she saw this scene.

"Brother, it is the power of the curse." Mingyan said.

The expression on her face was extremely serious.

They were all too familiar with the lingering black energy. It was the power of the curse, the origin of a rather special law.

"Do you think this ban was left by Patriarch Qingshan? Patriarch Qingshan knows the curse technique?" Mingyan turned around and looked at Taiyu and Fanxin.

Both of them were a little confused. Obviously, this question made them a little confused.

After a moment, Taiyu said, "Impossible, how could Uncle Master know the art of curse? If he knew the art of curse, how could he be trapped by the curse and unable to break through for so many years?"

When he said this, Taiyu actually had no confidence in his heart. After all, he was not the Qingshan Patriarch. How could he know whether the Qingshan Patriarch knew the curse technique?

Mingyu frowned, "The power of the curse seems to be coming from within the ban, not the power of the ban itself."

Hearing this, Mingyan also looked carefully.

Indeed, the black energy that represents the curse seeps out from under the ground in the forbidden area, and it seems to be slowly eroding the forbidden area.

Although the erosion rate is very slow, it is indeed eroding.

In other words, the power of the curse comes from beneath the ground.

The two of them looked at each other, and saw Mingyu wave his sleeves, and a small snake flew out of his sleeves.

Go straight to the ban.

The little snake lay on the light screen, biting its two heads quickly, and in just a moment, it tore a hole in the ban.

There was a buzzing vibration.

The light curtain disappeared and the ban was directly destroyed.

The little snake suddenly burrowed into the soil.

The ground shook slightly, the soil surged, and a dark sarcophagus slowly floated up from the ground.

The little snake squeaked and flew back into Mingyu's sleeve.

The sarcophagus is as black as ink.

Nearly three meters long, almost visible to the naked eye, black aura seeped out from the gaps in the sarcophagus.

Sure enough, this is the source of the curse's power.

There are many charms attached to the body of the sarcophagus, but these charms have long been dim, and the charms in the gaps have long been torn to pieces.

Mingyu frowned.

This sarcophagus has been opened.

"Brother, be careful."

Seeing Mingyu step forward, ready to open the coffin, Mingyan reminded him from the side.

Mingyu nodded slightly, his nerves naturally tense.

Shoot it directly with one palm.

"boom."

The coffin lid flew up.

A large amount of black energy gushes out from the coffin, overwhelming the sky.

Everyone hurriedly stayed away, not daring to get involved.

That is the power of a curse, who dares to touch this bad luck.

Ming Yu frowned slightly and immediately called out the little snake.

Then I saw the little snake holding up its two heads and sucking violently.

The black energy was immediately swallowed up by the little snake and was completely exhausted in a moment.

A false alarm.

Only then did everyone see clearly the scene in the sarcophagus.

A skeleton.

Already ossified bones.

However, the bones were pitch black, as if they had been soaked in ink, making people feel uncomfortable even just looking at them.

Mingyu and Mingyan stared blankly at the bones in the sarcophagus.

"Is it Ling Kuang?" Chen Muyu approached.

These two people should know Ling Kuang. Although there is only one skeleton left, but thinking about it, it should not be difficult to identify it with the eyesight of these two people.

However, both of them frowned.