The altar bone platform began to rotate from the inside, emitting a faint green light. The blood flowing along the edge of the altar violently flowed in the direction of rotation. The cold air pressed directly into people's heart veins. The strange shape continued to emit a ghostly light.
It makes the entire hall particularly eerie.
"Hiss!" Qin Tian resisted the numbness of his scalp and stared at the cold green light. After all the light shrunk and saw the scene inside clearly, he took a deep breath and felt a chill in his heart in shock.
a feeling of
A bone-colored corpse coffin appeared in the altar. There was no coffin. On both sides of the coffin were the terrifying giants from before. They were clawing at the face, dripping with blood and tears, looking ferocious and begging for death. It was terrifying and chilling.
"Chi-ka-ka..." There was a sound like bark-like friction.
Yan Qingwu's big eyes were playful, making strange noises in Qin Tian's ears
"Chi-ka-ka..." There was a sound of rubbing the old bark of ancient trees...
The two looked at each other...and a chill rose in their hearts at the same time.
Qin Tian took a step forward and took a breath when he saw the situation inside. There was a mummy lying in the ossuary. The dried skin and flesh were tightly wrapped around the bones like a mummy, but there was no rot.
The bacon-colored facial features looked extremely ferocious. It could be seen that this person had definitely been subjected to the cruelest torture in the world during his lifetime. The orbital bones appeared abnormally protruding. What was horrifying was that the teeth were broken into pieces. It was obvious that he had bitten them into pieces before he was alive.
.......
The strange thing is that there are no scars on the body. Could it be? A terrifying thought came to my mind.
"The burning of the soul..." Qin Tian's heart beat uncontrollably, almost suffocating him, causing him to retreat violently, and the aura like the coming of the netherworld enveloped him tightly.
"Those who blaspheme the Holy Source...your soul...will be burned by...the flames of hell...the endless sins...will be turned into dust...
"In the bone coffin, hieroglyphic barbaric writing burst out and formed a strange posture. They all shrouded Qin Tian's body, like a nightmare from which he could not escape. The ancient words of judgment seemed to be coming from the Nine Netherworld.
"Qin Tian!..." Yan Qingwu's whole delicate body was thrown away by the hieroglyphic barbaric words, and she fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spilled from her lips, and her whole body's spiritual power was like a prison, unable to move.
Qin Tian's eyes flashed with solemnity, and he tried his best to move his body, but found that he could not move at all, and he was unable to move. Unknown to him, a strange light flashed through the soul jade on his chest...
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Yan Qingwu struggled fiercely on the ground, desperately moving her body, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and shouted to Qin Tian: "Evil thief... wait a minute... don't worry... I...
..I'm here to save you..." More and more blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Qin Tian was moved for a moment and stabilized his mind, but found that the hieroglyphic barbaric text did not hurt him. He looked around with his eyes, but found that there was no life. He frowned and shouted loudly: "Who? Sneaky, come out quickly.
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The old voice echoed in the hall, but it came from nowhere: "Although my surname is Gui, I am not called Gui Sui Sui... Young man, you can call me Gui Lao..."
Yan Qingwu listened to this eerie voice, and her keen spiritual sense covered the hall. She searched several times, but found nothing.
"Evil thieves...except for us...there are no signs of life here..." Yan Qingwu's voice trembled.
"I don't know which senior is here. I, Qin Tian, have no intention of offending. Please forgive me. I hope that senior will show up to see you..." Qin Tian said in a deep voice.
A frightening pressure came, and after a while, the old voice muttered slightly: "I can't remember, how many years ago, I was young... Can you
It is fate to come here..."
"I haven't spoken for a long time... I'm a little jerky..." A dark figure was pinching his throat somewhere...
Qin Tian said displeased: "In that case, let me go..." Looking at the terrifying hieroglyphic barbarians, he found that the barbarians here were even more terrifying than those outside before, and there were some unheard of ancient beasts.
The hieroglyphic barbaric writing gradually floated, and Qin Tian only saw one or two wild beasts from ancient times. They were all shocked at that time!
"It's fate to be able to capture you with the hieroglyphic barbaric script. It's fate if it doesn't let go of you." The old voice seemed quite helpless, as if he had nothing to do with those barbaric scripts.
"What the hell! What the hell..." Qin Tian cursed in his heart, but his expression didn't show anything at all.
"Young man, since you must come out, remember these four words, the art of psychic..." The old voice seemed to be able to penetrate people's thoughts.
"Control the misty gods, the emperor of the holy source, the art of becoming a psychic, one of the most ancient heavens..." These words kept popping up in Qin Tian's mind, and ancient languages surrounded him, like hieroglyphic barbaric inscriptions.
As if being guided, he blended into it, then slowly poured into the sea of suffering, and the spiritual imprint turned into large golden characters... Suddenly, it was like endless rays of light shining across the sea of suffering... and then disappeared.
Silent...
"With good fortune comes misfortune...."
"Old man, it's a blessing and a misfortune that you are trapped in the air. You must feel very uncomfortable? Besides, there is no food. Will you stop eating in a few days? It must be a blessing for this young master to come out..." Qin Tian
He didn't mean what he said, and he found that the sea of suffering was about to explode. Every time he waved his spiritual power, it would affect the mysterious power, which violently swallowed his spiritual power, burning his soul like the flames of hell. He endured the pain, and after several cycles
, the golden barbaric text finally stabilized
"Sometimes it's not a good thing to get more powerful power...Each power has its own mission...I guess you also know who I am." The old voice sounded like it was resounding in the valley.
Qin Tian was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously. This person was the old ghost... the little kid's ghost grandpa, the master of that terrifying power.
"Just like me...with tyrannical power, I am also relatively suppressed..."
Hearing this, Qin Tian was shocked in his heart, but his expression was as usual. He put it aside and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, the Holy Emperor is going against heaven. If the way of heaven is really invincible, why not just let nature take its course?"
Qin Tian said this deliberately to test him. This mausoleum is naturally the burial place of the Holy Emperor. So what about him? Is he a descendant of the royal family? Or is he the guardian of the entire mausoleum? What kind of shocking event would have happened thousands of years ago?
"Choke" strange laughter, how could he not understand Qin Tian's foreign language even though he is so mature?
As Qin Tian spoke, he stepped forward step by step. Yan Qingwu held Qin Tian's wrist nervously, looking around with her pretty eyes.
"Young man... you want to see me so much, then just follow it..." A cold and strange blue light spread on the ground and went straight into the wall.