Painting of the Nine Immortals

The stump is broken, blood flows into the river, and the end of the road of light is like Shura hell, which makes people shudder.

Rao was accustomed to Ling Xian's blood and blood, and he felt chills. The Taobao Taoist was pale and his legs were soft.

It's terrible. Looking around, all the broken limbs are horrible.

"There are too many dead." The Taobao Taoist was terrified and grateful.

If he hadn't been with Lingxian, he would have been buried here.

"Don't forget, this is the emperor's mausoleum, and it is the emperor's mausoleum that has no way to live."

Ling Xian sighed softly. The Emperor Zhentian once unified the existence of the city of Ge. Even if he did not rise into immortality, he was the most powerful man who swept the humanity.

Can his tomb survive by ordinary people?

"The Emperor's Tomb where there is no way to live, what does this mean?" Duobao Taoist froze, remembering what Ling Xian said when he chose the road of light.

At that time, he didn't believe it, and now it seems that Ling Xian is undoubtedly right.

"Literally."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "Whether the road to darkness or the road to light is dead, it is a life of nine deaths, and then it is a dead end."

"Isn't it inevitably dead?" The Taoist Taoist shivered and resigned.

"If there is no way to live, it does not mean that we will die."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "The road comes out by itself. As long as you have the strength, what's the matter?"

Hearing that the Taobao Taoist was relieved, but resigned and disappeared, but replaced by courage.

Ling Xian's ability, he saw, naturally has a bit of confidence.

"Let's go, as long as you stand in front and fight for me, I promise you will retreat."

Ling Xian smiled, not because he was arrogant, but because he had the confidence.

As the heritage of the ghost-seeker, even if he is the top ten horror in the tomb, he has the confidence to leave calmly.

"My son rest assured, I will do my best." The Taobao Taoist smiled flatterily, no longer reluctant.

He opened the road ahead, and soon passed the **** sea of ​​corpses, and came to the end of the emperor's tomb.

The reason for saying the end is because there is a stone wall in front and there is no way.

However, there is a huge gossip figure inscribed on the stone wall.

Divine light flows, Daoyun is diffused, and the gossip figure is slowly rotated, releasing strange fluctuations.

This made Duobao Taoist confused, he turned his eyes to Lingxian, showing the meaning of inquiry.

"This is a teleportation array, or eight teleportation arrays. Every ancient word has the ability to teleport."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the strange wave released by the gossip chart was the force of space. As soon as it approached, it would be transmitted to an unknown place.

"Transfer array?" The Taobao Taoist clasped.

"Yes, there is no way ahead. If you want to continue exploring, you can only approach the gossip chart." Ling Xian's expression was calm. He was a great master in the battlefield, and he was naturally correct.

"Which word do we choose?" Asked the Taobao Taoist.

"Random, the places where the eight ancient characters are transmitted are different, but there is no difference in essence, they are all the same danger."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, the Emperor Zhentian didn't leave any way out, he chose the same one.

"Then dry it." Duobao Taoist smiled helplessly and put his hand on the dry word of the gossip chart.

The same is true of Lingxian.

Suddenly, a soft light emerged, teleporting the two to an unknown place.

After that, Ling Xian's brow frowned.

The reason was that he was not surrounded by Taoists, that is, the teleportation team separated them.

"Interesting teleportation arrays, even when pressing a word at the same time, will be disrupted."

"Daodao Taoist, you can only ask for blessing."

Ling Xian sighed gently, then looked around and looked at the place.

I saw that this was a rolling mountain range, and when I looked at it, it was a mighty mountain.

Right in front, there are more than 20 monks, men and women, young and old, each carrying a magnificent peak.

They breathed heavily, flushed, and even many people had blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Obviously, the mountains on the back are very heavy, and even if they are all good people, they will soon be crushed.

"If it's a test, it's better to say, but how could it be?"

Ling Xian sighed softly. The Emperor Zhentian made it clear that he was going to kill all who came. How could it be a test?

"Young man, you have chosen the wrong way."

A white-haired old man said a little bit tired and bitter.

"Every path in the Emperor's Mausoleum is wrong." Ling Xian sighed, knowing that it wouldn't be long before, and she would also carry the mountains.

Sure enough, a few moments later, a magnificent peak rose to the ground and landed on his back.

Suddenly, Ling Xian bent a few minutes, her calf fell into the ground.

However, he did not move.

Although the mountain is heavy, he can't hurt him if he uses mana.

"No, you have chosen the wrong way."

The white-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Do you understand?"

Hearing that Ling Xian's brows frowned slightly, then he smiled bitterly.

In a short period of time, the mountain really did not kill him, and he could not even let him breathe heavily.

Once he has run out of mana, the mountain will crush him into mud!

"Every path in the Emperor's Tomb is wrong, but I would not come here if I could choose."

"It's uncomfortable to wait for death."

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly, and everyone sighed.

They are all very good people. Otherwise, it is impossible to come here, but they can persist for ten days, but not ten years.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die like this."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, his body glowed, his mana surged, and he tried to smash the mountains.

As a result, it came back to nothing, not to mention smashing the mountains, without even a trace of cracks.

"Don't waste your energy, if I can smash the mountains, how can I be trapped here?" The white-haired old man sighed helplessly.

"Can't you smash it?" Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned, which was tricky.

His mana will be used up one day sooner or later. If he cannot leave the place before it is used up, then even if his mana is better than the shoulder god, he will surely die.

"I've used all the methods that I can already use. I can't smash the mountains or break the place." The old white-haired man showed remorse and was a little desperate.

The rest are the same.

It is too difficult to break the situation, it is simply a hopeless situation!

"This emperor's tomb has no life, but I don't believe it is really lifeless."

Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that Yuan Ying's villain printed out, exploring every corner of the place.

However, he found nothing.

"Don't waste your energy. Entering here is tantamount to one foot entering the gate of the ghost door. The only difference is when the other foot will move."

The white-haired old man sighed and said, "If you have this time, you might as well close your eyes and think about the beauty of this life and the regrets of this life."

After hearing that, Ling Xian was silent.

The scenes of the past flashed quickly from his mind, and then his belief was strengthened.

Yuan Ying villain opened his eyes, set off a storm of souls, and swept the whole mountain.

This made everyone stunned, and then they heard a word that moved them.

"I've had so many regrets in my life, so I can't die."