Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Calabash broke the fast today, unscrupulously absorbed the pure hostility of the generals.

After Jiang Chen returned to his previous rickety old man's appearance, he was still aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles were carved on his face, and his white hair fell all over the floor.

Under the shocked and unbelievable gaze of the people of the Sun Moon God Society, the minister's flesh and blood fell apart and turned into a pool of foul blood.

With the clang of the giant axe, it fell to the ground, turning the minister directly into a shriveled stinky skin, and squatted to the ground, showing no signs of life.

Qingxian Calabash gave up only then, and the cyan light flashed on it, as if he hiccuped contentedly and returned to Xiao Lin's arms.

Without the support of the generals' hostility, the poison in this rotten triangle gradually disappeared.

Xiao Lin was able to move freely again, let out a long breath of relief, and jumped back onto the single-plank bridge.

"Xiao...Master Xiao is heroic!"

The disciples of the Sun Moon God Congregation couldn't help but exclaim again and again, and worshipped one by one.

Severely wounded, Se Tianwang was supported by two people, and asked worriedly: "Is that old zombie really dead?"

Xiao Lin nodded slightly, "You just didn't need to bite the bullet and inflict unreasonable disaster on yourself."

"I just want to help you."

Se Tianwang said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that my skills are not good, and I can't help you at all."

Xiao Lin was silent for a moment, but then turned around and put his palm on the iron gate.

The iron gate was just indestructible, no matter how much strength Xiao Lin used, he couldn't move.

After killing the general, Xiao Lin just tapped his finger, and the iron gate slowly ascending, and the road ahead was unimpeded.

"Master Xiao, shall we continue to move forward?"

A disciple said anxiously: "Your arm was chopped with an axe by the old zombie. The King Setian is also seriously injured now."

"If there is another danger in the future, how should we deal with it?"

Xiao Lin turned his head and glanced at him with a hint of interest: "What's your name?"

"Luo Qian."

"Luo Qian, your worries are very reasonable. In my current state, if we encounter an enemy at the level of generals, we will definitely die."

Xiao Lin smiled and said, "But I think we should not encounter any more danger next time."

"Because according to the map, after passing the decayed triangle, it is the end of the tomb of the living dead, which is the sacred grave where hundreds of thousands of war dead are buried."

The disciples were slightly startled, looking at each other, and they couldn't help but show joy.

The journey was very dangerous, nine deaths, and now they finally reached their destination.

As long as they enter the sacred tomb and obtain the Qianjun Shengyi, they can safely leave the tomb of the living dead, take Qianjun Shengyi back and return to the president.

I believe that for such a great contribution, Yan Kunlun will definitely reward them!

"Master Xiao, then what are we waiting for?"

"move!"

Immediately at the urging of the disciples, Xiao Lin moved slowly and walked forward.

Just like before, this is another slender and dark corridor.

However, before reaching the Molong Sea Grotto, the air contained a damp breath and the smell of sea water.

Before entering the big triangle of decay, Xiao Lin could clearly smell the smell of blood and foul, as well as the unique hostility of the zombie king.

But walking on this corridor at this time, Xiao Lin felt an unprecedented feeling.

This feeling was like an oppressive feeling, which made him feel a little tight in his chest. It was also like an unknown danger, which made his eyebrows tremble constantly.

Sitting and observing the entire continent, there are definitely not many things that can make the Emperor Underworld feel a sense of crisis.

Could it be that there are hidden enemies in the sacred mound that are more terrifying than the abyss dragon and the zombie king?

After about ten minutes, they walked out of the corridor and came to the end of the tomb of the living dead.

The moment the door was opened, the scene in front of them surprised everyone.

The horror that can be seen at a glance like Fangcai's Devil Dragon Sea Cave and the Rotten Triangle, this sacred mound at the end made them unable to see any danger.

This is a dilapidated palace, tens of thousands of square meters, and its scale is even bigger than their imposing Sun Moon Temple.

It's just that the people standing on the left and right sides of the palace are not civil and military officials, but life-like carved pottery figurines.

These pottery figurines are all five or six meters high, burly in posture, with sharp blades hanging from their waists, arms folded in their hands and a fierce face.

Their looks and eyes are vividly carved, and the people who made these pottery figurines must be talented craftsmen who have never been met in a century.

The pottery figurines on both sides add up to nearly a thousand numbers, lined up from the entrance to the end of the tomb.

At the end, a huge tombstone was erected with two rows of crooked ghost symbols carved on it.

Xiao Lin recognized that these ghost symbols were written by the gods, roughly meaning "to remember the martyrs and heroic spirits who died in the war against The Netherworld in the Great War."

And underneath are engraved the names of several main heroes who died in battle, the most famous of which was the bloody battle with Qiuluo for seven days and seven nights, and ultimately lost to the slain Thunder King Thor.

However, what was written on the tombstone was that Sol and the Eight Venerables fought fiercely for seven days and seven nights without falling wind. In the end, Emperor Hades personally attacked from behind and killed God Sol.

Xiao Lin sneered secretly in his heart. The Protoss had shamelessly tampered with history in order to let later generations honor their glory, and he had no face.

"I didn't expect that even God would turn black and white and cheat the world in order to gain fame and gain."

"Master Xiao, look at it!"

A disciple said excitedly: "That's what President Yan said about Shengyi Qianjun Shengyi!"

Xiao Lin frowned and looked intently, only to see a majestic divine power floating above the heroic tombstone.

In this divine power, a Go chessboard with shining golden light is enclosed, with eight blacks and eight whites suspended on both sides, exuding a kind of majesty without anger and prestige, covering the entire sacred mound.

Se Tianwang couldn't help swallowing heavily: "Is this the god in the legend? It's so terrifying that only one Magic Treasures can make us creepy..."

"There is nothing terrifying, as long as your strength is strong enough, then with the power of a mortal, it is enough to compare and even slaughter the gods."

Xiao Lin smiled faintly and moved slowly: "Now we should take away Qianjun Shengyi, and then leave this ghost place."

However, as soon as Xiao Lin's feet fell to the ground, there was only a loud bang, and the entire sacred mound trembled violently.

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