"The "singularity" in the coffin of Emperor Lion Heart was triggered..."

Wu Daozi pursed his lips nervously. Unexpectedly, Ning Yi calculated the specific landing point that even the Xunlong Sutra could not be deduced.

He was very worried that there were still many restrictions in this small world. If he accidentally triggered a killing formation again, it would lead to a vision that was even more terrifying than the Yin soldiers' charge...

Wu Daozi couldn't help but shivered.

Fortunately, the worst was not expected.

The heavy rain floating in the sky, the raindrops are connected into lines, and at this moment, they are stagnant between the sky and the earth, with water droplets full and clear, just like time is still.

The wind on the prairie is still flying, the grass leaves are flying, and the white frost grass is passing through the sky and cutting the rain curtain.

The general wearing a pitch-black robe had a solemn face, and his hands were placed on the end of the sword box inserted into the earth, looking at the Lion Heart King coffin in the distance, and the sword energy around him lingered in the cutting raindrops.

The feminine general in Panasonic's posture of arrows was red, his eyes were filled with lips, and his pale cheeks, mixed with water droplets of tears or rain. He straightened his spine, and his heavy armor and bones slowly made crisp sounds...

There was silence on the grassland.

The singularity of this tomb tomb was opened, and the quiet grassland that had been through the ages slowly stopped all movements. All creatures with spirits and without spirits seemed to stop, stop and look into the distance, watching Ning Yi and Wu Daozi.

Strands of dark light bloomed, like a stunning flower blooming in this exhausted land that had been dying for many years. The flower buds were in the center of the coffin.

Ning Yi held the side of the coffin with both hands. He stared at the Lionheart Emperor who was closing in the coffin and said seriously: "Thank you...thank you."

The pale face of Emperor Lion Heart was wet with a drop of raindrops.

He seemed to smile.

On the grassland, the general raised his head solemnly, pulled out his weapon, turned around without looking back, walked into the fog, the goshawks roared and mediated, and the war horses beat the ground.

The fog rolls in the shadows-

The light wrapped around Ning Yi and Wu Daozi and left here.

......

......

The bottom of the empty tomb was not a large cave with a sword weapon, but returned to the original four academy cemeteries.

The dust sways.

This place is also a forbidden place, but when he came here, Ning Yi and Wu Daozi breathed a sigh of relief. The tense nerves relaxed. The monk gasped, held his knees, bent down and murmured: "Even if I give me ten more courage, I will not dare to go to the imperial tomb again... This is too cunning."

Ning Yi raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. Finally, he touched the bottom of the Lion Heart King's coffin, and he felt unsure... He put away the grass clippings. If it weren't for this "big sun thing", then he and Wu Daozi would have been depressed long ago.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers lined up on the grassland to rush. Even the great practitioners who ignited the life star could not resist this killing force and would be exposed and picked on the spear. Especially those magnificent generals, who followed the Lion Heart King of the North during their lifetime, had a very high cultivation level. After death, they were restrained by the great yang objects, so they could not do anything to themselves.

Ning Yi made a huge move before leaving the tomb of the Lion Heart King.

Just when the singularity was triggered, he left a mark on the other end with Pei Fanya's "Mother and Child Formation" talisman. That small world is extremely special. If possible, Ning Yi wants to go again...

He pinched the mother-child formation talisman. This formation could open up two spaces and set a new singularity. Ning Yi tried to sense it. A hint of undetectable regret flashed in his eyes. It was indeed impossible to perceive. The singularity in the tomb of the Lion Heart King was like a shell of millet in the vast sea of ​​stars, and it was impossible to choose from.

Although Emperor Lionheart was generous and tolerant, he would be willing to save his life and even give good luck to those intruders who were destined to pass through his tomb killing array, but he would never allow anyone to blaspheme him!

Ning Yi put away the talisman in his sleeve robe. He is now at the bottom of the tomb of the academy. Perhaps the talisman cannot be used, which is also related to the environment here.

"Ning Yi... The fact that we successfully broke into the academy tomb cannot be spread. As for what we saw and heard from the tomb of the Lion Heart King, I will be ruined in my heart." Wu Daozi stared at Ning Yi and said seriously: "It is impossible for anyone to break into the imperial tomb. This is the common understanding of the Sui Dynasty for thousands of years. If this example is broken by us, the Feng Shui lineage is likely to be destroyed."

Ning Yi nodded, and he promised softly: "You can rest assured about this."

The monk nodded.

He looked around and looked at the huge tomb passage, the dusty ancient objects, and everything was covered with a layer of dust, which seemed ancient and vicissitudes, but at this moment, it seemed no longer mysterious.

Wu Daozi's voice was a little deserted.

"I thought... the academy had the means to turn decay into magic, which could really make the dead live, even if it was only a moment, I would be content." He smiled and said self-deprecatingly: "These tombs connected by singularities, some of the characters lying or placed in the coffins in them were long-lasting great practitioners, and some were those who had not been dead for a long time, and they had not yet died, and they were hiding here for a long time and were still alive."

Ning Yi pursed her lips.

"If Yingtian Mansion, Songyang Academy, Yuelu Academy, and Bailu Cave Academy really encountered an irresistible blow, these ancient great practitioners might have recovered and as 'ancestors', they would have to withstand some disasters for the descendants of their lives." Wu Daozi lowered his eyebrows and murmured: "This is their trump card... But which holy mountain does not have such a trump card?"

Ning Yi knew that many holy mountains chose the tombs at the foot of the sect's mountain. Any ancestor who knew the art of hiding the secrets of heaven and was still dying was a trump card buried by the sect.

"Even the Lion Heart Emperor is inevitable... There is indeed no real resurrection technique in this world." Wu Daozi leaned against the stone wall, his eyes were dull, "The long river of time is irreversible, and it will eventually become empty after cultivation."

Ning Yi didn't know how to comfort the monk. Wu Daozi's cultivation was not very profound. He was willing to travel thousands of miles to the tombs of various holy lands for a woman. If he had been looking for a treasure worth a thousand gold, he had already found it.

But looking for the so-called "resurrection technique", this story was destined to be a mirror and a moon from the beginning.

"Let's go..." Wu Daozi calmed down and grinned, merged the complete Dragon Search Sutra. He found the exit singularity at the bottom of the tomb. From here, he could return to Qingshan Mansion, then hide his breath and leave Yingtian Mansion.

"Ning Yi, I have not lost all hope. I heard that there are ancient ruins that can resurrect a person on the other side of the upside-down sea... I carry the complete Dragon Search Sutra, and I can go anywhere in the world." Wu Daozi stared at Ning Yi and said, "There is something here. You saved my life in the imperial tomb... I will give it to you today."

Ning Yi watched the monk reach into his big sleeve with one hand and slowly stretched out his palm. A shiny tortoise shell lay on the palm of his palm. The tortoise shell was only the size of a baby's fist. I don't know how many years have passed, and several extremely deep marks left on the shell, which looked like a knife or a sword mark.

"This tortoise shell was obtained from the Mausoleum of the Holy Mountain in the East... I was greedy for a moment and couldn't help but reach out to get it." Wu Daozi said word by word: "In the tomb of Guifu Mountain, the Dragon Shaking Sutra and the Suspicion of Dragon Sutra have not yet been merged. I calculated that there was an amazing treasure among the sculptures of the first generation of the Holy Mountain Lord in the tomb, but I did not calculate the murderous intent that accompanied it... It was this treasure that made me lose the 'fake chance' left to me by my master."

Ning Yi took the tortoise shell and played with it carefully. His face was a bit subtle. This tortoise shell was cool and did not contain the slightest human fireworks. It looked like an ordinary person at first glance, but the starlight could not be infused and did not accept any energy. It looked like a flashy ornament.

Neither good-looking nor easy to use.

Wu Daozi said seriously: "This tortoise shell is extremely strong. How could it be an ordinary item that can allow the Lord of the Holy Mountain in the East Realm to attack and suppress the treasure at the bottom of the entire Turtle Mountain tomb?"

"But I can't figure out how to use this tortoise shell..." When he said this, the monk's voice was obviously awkward, and he said, "You can use it. I have been searching for Guifu Mountain in the East for hundreds of years, but I have not found the tomb-guarding treasure hidden in the sculpture. If I believe in the theory of luck and are afraid of being implicated by Guifu Mountain, I can also return the tortoise shell to me, and I will explore slowly."

When Ning Yi heard this, he quickly turned his wrist and palms, held the tortoise shell in his palm, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I promise to fumble this tortoise shell clearly."

Extremely strong...

It seems useless, but it is actually very useless...

Ning Yi suddenly thought of his bone flute, but now it is not the time to inject divinity into the tortoise shell. He did not refuse the monk's kindness and accepted the tortoise shell.

"Are you going to leave Tiandu?" Ning Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe it's leaving the Great Sui..." Wu Daozi let out a breath of depression. He looked at the tomb and murmured: "If I were tired, tired, and dying one day, I would never dig a tomb for myself. I'm dead and I'm still going to have so many intrigues. Are you tired?"

The monk smiled and patted Ning Yi on the shoulder, "Life is a precious thing. You must cherish it well and don't die like this... It's a pity."

Ning Yi's expression was a little complicated, and he didn't understand. At this time, Wu Daozi said this to him, what does it mean...

"Say sorry to Wen Tao."

Wu Daozi laughed softly.

He touched the singularity, turned around, looked at Ning Yi, and said with a complicated look: "And..."

"I am actually half an old friend with Xu Zang."

Wu Daozi's sleeves began to fly slowly.

He smiled, lowered his head and murmured, "Maybe he doesn't know me at all?"

The monk let out a breath and said with slight : "I respect his choice back then, but I can't forgive him... If it were me, I would have saved her."

Ning Yi was stunned.

He understood who the monk said "her" was...

There is such a girl in this world who is most in line with the famous Shushan master in the world.

At that time, the Sui Dynasty was very big, but there were only three or four names, which were well-known.

The uncle of the Sword Immortal, who was unaware of his head, was lonely and arrogant. For many people, they hated him. For a humble tomb robber, living in the dark for a long time, all the light and fire seemed dazzling, so they only felt envious.

After walking through a long road that thousands of people have been sought after, we have reached the bottom of the tomb where we are lonely and sleeping.

Skeletons filled with talent and glamorous crowns embrace brand new or decadent mud and sand.

The fire thief steals the light of the world and shines on a person's monument.

Wu Daozi no longer went to see Ning Yi, and his palm was against the wall. This time he left Qingshan Mansion, he would still look for the art of resurrection, doing nothing, just to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Humble people can also love others.

People who are not loved can also love others.

Even if the girl doesn't know her...it doesn't matter.
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