After being reminded by the Lord of Jiuyou, he withdrew without leaving a trace.
Ye QingHan knew that the ghost was terrible. He was the tomb guardian of three generations of witches. It is estimated that only the Lord of Jiuyou knows how long it is now.
After the five generations of witches, no witches were born, and the witches were almost extinct. There was a branch in the endless plane. The birth also lasted, and the myth of the ancient witches could not be presented.
Ye QingHan owes something to the witch family, at least to birth Que''er. Birth Que''er was killed and his soul entered the nine secluded land, but Feng Wuxie didn''t find it through his master. The reincarnation of birth Que''er''s soul disappeared.
"Que''er, I don''t know if you have been reincarnated, let alone where to find you, but I''ll try to help the witch family find the ancient inheritance to comfort your spirit!" ye QingHan''s voice was hoarse and said to himself. Watching the shadow disappear into a bare Valley, he carefully followed in.
The valley is flat and limitless. It looks no different from the outside valley. Several weeds occupy the hillside. The traces of millions of years make it difficult for inch grass to grow here. There are no caves, tombstones and nothing!
"This is the place where the three generations of witches buried their bones?" ye QingHan was puzzled and kept scanning around. He still didn''t find any entrance.
"The Lord of Jiuyou said that this is the bone burial place of the three generations of witches, so it must be. Let me see, there must be a cover up at the bone burial place of the three generations of Witches of the witch family, otherwise it would have been discovered by others. Where would it be our turn to find opportunities?" the divine bird said excitedly.
To be able to find treasure is a lifelong dream of the divine bird. If it can dig the tombs of three generations of witches and gods, its achievements will definitely surpass its ancestors!
The divine bird looked around. There was a high mountain ahead, blocking the way, which showed that the residual shadow really disappeared here. Ye QingHan was also looking at it. He hadn''t found any special place here for a long time.
The curse sound of the witch God became more and more clear. Even if ye QingHan diverted his attention, he could not shield the curse. The black fog silk wrapped around the divine lattice again, wrapped the heavy crazy knife, and lit a fire on the back of the knife. The eleven product divine fire burned the filthy evil spirit into nothingness, sent out a bad smell, and made the divine bird turn its eyes.
Ye QingHan closed his eyes and listened to the source of the curse. It was ethereal, as if it came from the ground, from the sky and from every corner in all directions. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and looked at the crisscross stones. Most of them had been smoothed by the years, giving birth to new mountains and rocks.
Suddenly, ye QingHan''s eyes fixed on a huge stone, which contains endless vicissitudes and history, and it is impossible to know the age.
"It is impossible for a stone to stand there for millions of years without destruction. If it can stand there for millions of years without destruction, it must be a specially treated stone." ye QingHan raised his feet to the hillside in front of the left. It is almost integrated with the mountain. It is no different from ordinary stones, but the historical years on it are longer than other mountains, Others may not care if they see it.
Ye QingHan waved chongkuang and gently tested it. He found that the stone is not easy to be destroyed. As long as he uses his divine power to bang the stone, the stone will emit the texture of the road and bounce the divine power away.
"Here it is!" said Ye QingHan softly.
The divine bird flew around the stone several times curiously. It couldn''t help but wonder that in the name of the divine bird, it didn''t find anything special about this stone, and how to hide such a large Necromancer''s tomb.
Ye QingHan put away his heavy madness and stretched out his hand to pull up the stone. He found that he couldn''t move at all. Even if he tried his best, he couldn''t move a penny. He turned around a few times and found that he still didn''t move. He couldn''t help looking at and thinking curiously.
"Try to hit it down." the divine bird fell from the sky and stepped on it.
WOW!
The mountain suddenly split into two, and a huge black hole appeared, which directly swallowed ye QingHan. Ye QingHan had not had time to react, and the mountain was one.
Boom!
The sight was dark. The leaf light cold directly fell and hit the stone slab. The divine body was sore, like a mortal falling from a high altitude.
Ouch
The divine bird screamed and hit the ground with his head first. He was dizzy and some couldn''t stand stably.
Ye QingHan opened his eyes and looked at the dark space. He couldn''t see his five fingers. It seemed as if he was in a completely closed space. His toes moved as if he stepped on the bones, and the crisp sound of broken bones could be heard all the time.
Then there is silence! Dead silence!
As if this is hell! No sound, no vitality, no sunshine, nothing!
"Fire!"
Ye QingHan whispered, his fingertips moved, and a flame appeared on his fingers, illuminating a distance of more than ten meters. The flame on his fingertips moved gently, which shocked him. There is wind here, indicating ventilation!
"It''s not a closed space. Aren''t we just under the mountain?" ye QingHan was shocked. Looking around, he found that it was like a huge underground palace with strange buildings. They were all ancient buildings. Oil lamps had been extinguished, and a passage was blocked in the center of the road by a stone tablet.
Ye QingHan looked at the stone tablet and found that there was no word on the stone tablet, only three shocking sword marks.
Wordless sword tablet!
Ye QingHan frowned. He didn''t understand the meaning of this sword tablet here.
When the oil lamp was turned on again, ye QingHan saw that the underground palace was more luxurious than any imperial palace he had ever seen. Everything had a history of millions of years and has been preserved to this day.
There are bones in all directions, some holding artifact in their hands, some being strangled alive by themselves. The golden bones are full of mysterious rules, and all are worshipped by the great power of the middle pole! The existence of the Hegemonic Party is unfortunately dead and silent.
Ye QingHan raised his eyes and turned around, looking at the stone gate. Several big words that took people''s heart and soul made his pupils shrink and retreat for several steps.
"Witch tomb, those who enter die!"
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A few big characters stabbed ye QingHan''s heart like a magic weapon, and his heart beat faster. Looking at the bones of a strong man, they all died miserably. It can be seen from the skull that these people were either scared to death or starved to death!
God worship also needs to replenish energy. If you don''t replenish it for a year or two, there may be nothing. The divine power is enough to support it, but it will have an impact in ten or eight years, go crazy in a thousand or a hundred years, or even a million years?
After a long time, ye QingHan found that he could not practice here. He had no spirit and aura. When he finished eating his spiritual fruit and medicine, he could only wait to die.
"No, I want to find a way to get out quickly!" ye QingHan said in a low voice.
At the moment, the divine bird found a heaven and earth ring from this huge palace. After recognizing the Lord, the emperor''s blood collected all the artifacts scattered on the ground and the low-level secrets of the witch family. These low-level secrets are only relative to the three generations of witches and gods, but for ye QingHan, or for today''s myth, they are absolutely the most precious secrets! The value is immeasurable.