In the endless darkness, the fire is like a candle.

The torch barely illuminated a few feet and I could see my feet clearly. I walked along the brick road and walked for about half a stick of incense before I saw the thick stone door.

"This tomb is really evil. It's not a monster. What kind of god would make a tomb like this?"

"Squeak? Because downward?"

"That's right, the tombs of immortals all yearn to ascend to heaven to prepare for the next life, but all the signs in this tomb are pointing downwards, as if... to go to hell."

How should I put it? In this big world, there are always people who are independent and special.

I have all kinds of hobbies.

Raise the torch to sweep over the relief murals.

Tie Qiu always felt that he had seen certain features of the mural before, especially the hilt of the sword held by the figure. He hurriedly took out the picture album prepared by Bai Yujun and quickly flipped through it to search and compare. He first compared the style of Longmen's sword. It didn't look very similar, so he continued to flip through it and searched.

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Turn to a certain page and stop, and compare carefully. They are indeed very similar.

At least it's of similar shape.

"Boss Bai once met the disciple of the Dragon Sword Master in Kunlun Ruins. The magic weapon he held was similar to the mural. Although there are many sects in the world, each has its own style. Even if the weapons are different, they will retain similarities such as patterns and decorations."

He closed the picture album with a snap and sneered evilly on his little face.

"I think we have found a really useful clue."

Since it is the tomb of the enemy...

The monkey twisted its neck.

"Squeak! Smash it to death!"

The two demons destroyed the monuments unscrupulously. In the past, Iron Ball followed the rules of tomb robbing and tried to get in to search the ruins and look for clues without destroying them. The premise was that the owner of the tomb was not related to certain things. When something was involved, the rules and so on could be left alone first.

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Three days later…

In the deepest part of the mausoleum, the monkey and the iron ball were disgraced.

After beating and breaking all kinds of formation traps, it took three days to find the coffin. The wine bug slept tossing and turning for three days, complaining that the monkey hair smelled rancid because it had not been washed.

Inside the vast mausoleum.

There are no luminous pearls or star charts above the head, nor any jewelry or jade.

There is a map on the ground, but it is eerie and strange because the deep red blood in the ravines representing the rivers has long solidified. The map does not look like the mortal world, but more like the Nine Netherworld Hell.

There are no books, no jade talismans, no written inheritance, and the yin energy is as dense as a ghost cave.

"Squeak, I want to see what the turtle grandson looks like."

"We'll see you soon."

The two guys took out their respective dragon scales, stood in a certain direction, and stepped closer to a strange coffin made of jet black jade.

Torches illuminate the black jade.

The coffin lid and surroundings are covered with carvings.

It is very similar to the Nine Nether Hells in fairy tales. There are legends and out-of-print stories that have not been handed down. The monkey feels that it is too realistic and does not look like a sculpture, as if evil creatures were sealed on the coffin with secret techniques.

The coffin is very large and looks like a ferry boat.

There are also carvings on the stone tiles on the ground, which are eerie and blood-red, and the ships cross the sea of ​​blood and arrive in hell...

Dragon Scales didn’t respond…

The monkey had a bad temper, so he grabbed the golden hoop and stabbed it into the coffin lid.

"squeak!"

Lift it hard.

The black jade lid flew up, flipped twice and fell to pieces. There was a coffin lid inside, which was suppressed by dragon scales to prevent the corpse from reaching out and grabbing it, making the wine bug scream.

The coffin lid was thrown to the corner with a bang.

The three guys all poked their heads together, and their faces were blank when they saw the body in the coffin.

There were no zombies or evil spirits, only the remains of a young monk with skin as delicate as a baby and an appearance worthy of a handsome young man.

Dressed like a handsome young man from a rich family, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Tie Qiu's eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

"It doesn't make sense..."

From some details of the clothing, it was confirmed again that they were the same as the disciples of the Longmen Sword Master that Bai Yujun met at the Tianzhu of Kunlun Ruins. It can be confirmed that he is his senior brother. Why is the body still there even though he has gone to hell? Is it possible that the body is not allowed and only the soul is needed?

Without saying a word, he jumped into the coffin, grabbed the lifelike body and threw it out.

Looking down, there is a dark and cold cave.

"Inform Boss Bai as soon as possible, the enemy is in hell..."

After saying that, he threw a compressed thunderball left by Bai Yujun into the hole. This place must be destroyed.

Blue lightning annihilates the cracks.

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east coast.

There was a faint salty smell in the wind, and Bai Yujun felt the breath of the ocean carefully, as if calling herself to plunge into the ocean and swim as much as she wanted.

In a seaside town, villagers gather for festival activities.

There is an inexplicable call to piety, which comes from the villagers. If you are bored, you just go to watch the excitement. It seems that a sea ceremony is being held. All the people, men, women and children, dress up in costumes, beat gongs and drums and walk around the streets. It is very lively.

The land has its gods, and the sea has its gods.

Fishermen risk their lives when going out to sea, and may encounter storms or monsters.

To ensure peace, sacrifice is essential.

Young girls dressed up in costumes walked in front holding flowers and singing ancient folk songs, while young men followed behind carrying pork and mutton.

Bai Yujun sat under the tree and watched.

Most of the houses on the seaside are built of stones, with slate roofs, and every household hangs fish to dry.

The long procession walked around the village and rushed to the quaint little temple outside the village.

"Dragon King Temple? No wonder..."

The gods in the sea are headed by the dragon, so it is natural to sacrifice to the dragon in the sea. Perhaps no one came to grab the incense and happened to catch a white dragon trying to enter the sea, so he was attracted to it.

Toward the East China Sea.

Encountered the Dragon King Temple by chance.

Sometimes it's hard to tell whether it's a coincidence or destiny.

In front of the temple, the village elders led everyone to kowtow incense, recite sacrificial texts, pray for a safe return from the sea, and pray for something to be captured.

Several young children watched the smoke rising.

A strange sister with a tail and forked antlers came, grabbed the tributes and ate them, but the adults didn't notice...

The snot-nosed boy raised his little finger and pointed at the dragon girl.

"Dad, little sister is eating..."

Pa~

The child was slapped on the back of the head by his father. His head was buzzing and he shut up in frustration.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Kneel down and beg the Dragon King for blessing!"

Bai Yujun made a funny face at the child and smiled.

Suck your fingers.

He nodded with great satisfaction. It was delicious to eat without spending money. The tribute was good. It didn't hurt to give them some good luck. It was considered a good deal and fair trade.

There are many incorrect pronunciations of dragon language in the mysterious sacrificial texts. Humans recite them like this. The structure of the mouth is different and they cannot pronounce the dragon language. They just mutter it to deal with it.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Eat the tribute and continue watching the fun.

After offering sacrifices to the Dragon King Temple, the young men began to dance the dragon...

With the loud sound of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers, young girls stood in a circle singing and dancing some kind of mysterious sacrificial dance. It was very interesting. The lyrics roughly said that a long time ago, demons appeared in the sea, killed fish and destroyed islands, and went to the beach to kill fishermen and destroy wooden boats.

Later, after people begged for help, the Dragon King came and led the giant ocean beasts to kill the demon.

Bai Yujun thinks dance lyrics are very valuable.

Certain dance songs have been passed down for countless years, and many ancient secrets can be learned by studying the remaining cultures. There is no doubt that the ocean experienced great wars in ancient times.

When I saw the dancing dragon.
Chapter completed!