Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo made a formula to stimulate the transmission array. The two men quickly stood in the transmission array, and the light flashed. The two figures disappeared without a trace. The spirit stone in the groove was dim, but it didn't turn into powder. There was still spirit power.

Feng Yimo shakes his head, and the scene becomes clear. After seeing the whole scene, he and Jin Yongliang are completely stunned.

In front of them, it is not a fairyland haunted by aura, not a cave filled with treasure, but a gray and gloomy graveyard! There are lots of tombstones in the cemetery, which occupy all the territory in front of us.

Wind B ink look back, the two-way transmission array on the ground is still there, that is not sent to the wrong place, what is here?

"What the hell is this?" Jin Yongliang was stunned and asked. The scene of treasure everywhere in his imagination didn't appear. He was very disappointed.

Feng Yimo smashed the bar, smashed the mouth, took a step, looked at the nearest stone tablet, and saw that it said: Zhong Yuan, Yuanying's early cultivation, 540 years of cultivation, and died at the age of 560.

Feng Yimo was surprised and had a baby for more than 500 years. It was amazing that he was born with amazing talent. Unfortunately, he died young.

Look at another tombstone. It says: Pu Jia, the mid-term cultivation of Yuanying, born in 480, died at the age of 633!

It's the tomb of another monk Yuan Ying. He looked at more than ten tombstones one after another. All the tombstones were buried by monk Yuan Ying!

Feng Yimo is not calm now. Looking around, there are hundreds of thousands of tombs here. Don't you think there are hundreds of thousands of Yuan infant friars buried here? It's terrible. Who killed them and who buried them?

Jin Yongliang also found the situation of the tombstone. His face was very white. He didn't have any blood color. "The ancestors of Yuanying are all the ancestors of Yuanying! I... " In his eyes, friar Yuan Ying was a superior being, but now he is buried here one by one. It is conceivable that his heart is shocked. He can't even speak clearly.

"Welcome to the old place!" They were in shock when an old voice came out in front of them, and then a candle appeared out of thin air. A hunchback old man appeared like a ghost holding a candlestick. They were startled and stepped back two steps.

Feng Yimo pats the storage bag and sacrifices the red moon sword, while Jin Yongliang also sacrifices a short stick and high-quality spirit weapon.

"Ha ha, you don't have to be afraid. I don't have any malice. It's just that I haven't seen anyone come for a long time, so I came out to say hello and talk The hunchback old man has come to two people in front of him, and Feng Yimo has seen the man clearly.

This is a very old man. The wrinkles on his face are like dried orange peel. The fields are crisscross. There is only one eye left in his eyes. The other eye socket is empty, like a dark hole, deep and bottomless. His waist was bent, almost perpendicular to his body, and his right hand held a candlestick with his only thumb and index finger. The faint candle was the only light in the cemetery.

What shocked Feng Yi and Mo was that they couldn't see the cultivation of the hunchback old man!

"The old tomb keeper, why do you ask for your names?" The old man raised his head and looked at them with one eye.

Two people are looking at by his turbid eyes, the back is cold, can't give birth to the heart of a little resistance, obediently put away their weapons, wind Yi Mo salute way: "younger wind Yi Mo, have seen the elder!"

"Younger Jin Yongliang has met the elder!" Jin Yongliang immediately followed the salute.

"Well, it's very good. Both of you are young, and they have such accomplishments. Moreover, they are destined to come to the old graveyard. I don't think they will be rewarded. Let's give them some gifts." Say, left hand empty lift, two green awns shoot into two people's bodies.

They were shocked and looked at it. However, they couldn't find out what the green awn was. Their face turned pale. Feng Yimo was OK. Jin Yongliang had been fighting with both sides. He fell down on his knees and begged, "please forgive me, I don't mean to offend you. I just want you to let me go! I'm leaving here now. I don't think you've been here before! "

The old man looked at Feng Yimo with one eye. He laughed and asked, "why don't you beg for mercy?"

Feng Yimo calmed down and said: "the elder has great magic power, and I can't catch up with you. If the elder wants my two lives, why do you do it so much? I'll kill both of us! I don't know what it is, but I know it won't hurt us! "

"Ha ha, well, it's rare that you can keep a clear head, much better than him. Don't worry, you two. It's just a homonym. I've been alone in the graveyard for three thousand years, and no one has ever talked to me. You two little guys will not stay with me. Then I'll be alone, so I need you to have time to talk with me. It won't affect you two. Maybe I can give you some advice on your practice! "

Jin Yongliang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and got up. "I'm really joking. I'm scared to death."

Wind Yi Mo heart but sneer, he just won't think is what homophony insect, facial expression but also show clear facial expression, respectfully stand aside. However, when he remembered that the old man had been guarding the tomb for three thousand years, he was shocked. Three thousand years? Isn't the cultivation of the old man guarding the tomb in the period of deification?"You are very strange. Why are there so many tombs of Yuanying friars?" Asked the grave keeper.

"Yes, how did these Yuanying ancestors die? Please show me Jin Yongliang asked curiously. He had no idea of the old man's cultivation.

Feng Yimo had stepped back and got close to the teleportation array. He secretly locked the formula in his hand and inspired the teleportation array to leave this strange place. Listening to the old man's words, he stopped.

The tomb keeper glanced at him with one eye and said, "this cemetery is called the tomb of ten thousand babies. There are 911892 yuan baby monks buried in it. The lowest is the early Yuan baby, and the highest is the great perfection of Yuan baby. It is the soul Tomb of all the killed Yuan Ying friars in the last three thousand years. No matter how he died, after his death, his soul will fly here and set up a grave! "

Ah? Feng Yimo and Jin Yongliang were shocked. More than 910000 Yuan Ying monks' souls were buried here. What are they doing? Two people looking at the gloomy and terrifying, boundless graves, covered with cold, can not help but fight a cold war.

"Haha, you're afraid. You don't need to be afraid because your cultivation is shallow. By the time you have a baby, you'll have enough of a million yuan baby soul. By then..." It seems that he is aware that he has said too much. The old man stops and goes to the middle of the grave with his body bent. "It's not short. I'll leave you two soon. I'll leave as soon as possible. Remember to spend more time with the old man."

The old man's back disappears. Feng Yimo and Feng Yimo excite the teleportation array. In a trance, they appear in front of the huge stone.

Jin Yongliang wiped his cold sweat with lingering fear and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought it was a secret cave with countless treasures. Unexpectedly, it was so terrible that you were shocked by brother Feng."