The black air dissipated, and the ancient and mysterious mausoleum appeared. From the outside, it became increasingly suppressed and sealed, but now the terrain has changed slightly, losing its natural feeling.

He is about to face the evil thoughts of one of the Five Ancient Emperors. Even if Meng Qi has confidence in his own strength, he will not dare to be negligent due to his current state. He is holding the wound of the sky in his right hand, and there is a small dark flag on his left hand, which emits a little breath to protect his whole body.

Suddenly, Zen Master Buyu, He Shenshang and others felt a vast and grand aura rising, making them tremble from the depths of their souls, a powerful aura that had never felt or even imagined!

In just a moment, red mist filled the air, and hundreds of miles of radius became extremely wet, as if a layer of water was covered on the skin, making it difficult for several powerful people to penetrate the sensing of the scene. They could only barely see the entrance to the tomb.

The breath alone makes oneself unable to resist in life, and his thinking becomes slow. How terrifying is this! Zhaixing Old Fairy and others feel like they are facing a true immortal god. They hold their breath and dare not let out the air.

The breath was like a strong wind and wave, surging out one after another. Mr. Xiyue's eyes were real, and he felt so overwhelmed. There was only one thought in his mind:

Scary! It's so scary!

The knife just now made it difficult for his soul to control himself, and he felt that even ten of the self-organized ones could not stop him, but now his aura was even more terrifying. In front of it, it was like an ant facing the sun, insignificant. It could make itself doom with one breath!

Whether it is the realm of oneself or the treasure, it is enough to show Qingyuan’s power!

Thinking of facing the revenge of such a person in the future, Mr. Xi Yue felt extremely desperate, as if he could already see his own miserable end and the demise of the Moon Land.

The hallucinations arise and the inner demons dance. He suddenly feels that his heart and mouth are burning, and the part of his waist is gloomy and wet. The two conflict and tear the internal organs apart.

Going into being a devil? Mr. Xiyue's eyes turned dark. It was hard to persevere and slowly sink.

If the old fairy Zhaixing had not discovered it and held him in time, he might have fallen to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"What's wrong with you?" Old Fairy Zhaixing frowned and asked.

Mr. Xiyue looked up blankly and saw his appearance in his pupils. His hair was loose, his face was sometimes red as blood. Sometimes it was as cold as the moon, his eyes were dull and his breath was chaotic and weak.

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The Xuanshui Demon Flag breath protects her body, Meng Qi fled into the tomb, and there were earth-shaking changes inside. The land of life and death and other iconic arrangements disappeared without a trace. There were broken walls and decay everywhere, only the Zhenlongtai hung high in the air. It was towering and desolate.

The entire mausoleum seemed to be restrained and suppressed. Meng Qi felt heavy and difficult to fly, so he had to land on his feet and walk forward.

The black fog in front was shrouded in depth. At this time, a man slowly stepped out, with wide robe and big sleeves. He carried a spear in his hand and his body was surrounded by lightning. He seemed young. In fact, his wrinkles were secret. He was Huangfu Tao, the former owner of Jushen Village, and the former "Emperor of Tianyuan"!

He became a living dead man in his prime, his body has not yet decayed, and his vitality remains. Apart from the evil thoughts of Zhenwu, his strength is second to none in the mausoleum, and he can almost surpass the top of the first ladder. Meng Qi has received his guidance from him, and has the cause and effect of Xuanwu Pang, and has the intention to save him from difficulties. He can no longer open and close together like before, and his domineering attack, and seems a little restrained.

However, Meng Qi's face did not change at all, and his steps suddenly accelerated, staring at him like a chariot dragging a mountain to crush Huangfu Tao.

Huangfu Tao's expression was indifferent, and he lifted up his spear, as if he was carrying the heaven and earth, and carrying the mountains, slowly and heavily slashed out.

Boom!

The void was twisted, as if it had collapsed, and blue thunder with its teeth and claws pounced towards Meng Qi in a surging momentum. The scattered lightning shattered the ground and shattered the stone walls of the tomb, showing the terrible attack of its own.

Dingdian stared, Meng Qi's long sword hangs down, rushing straight, and thunders were bounced away and destroyed without leaving any trace.

Dingdian stared at the tip of the knife, absorbing the lightning and condensed into a point of the needle.

Dingdeng stared, Meng Qi turned sideways, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, sent his shoulders forward, and collided with his chest with a spear.

The spear swung, Meng Qi was unscathed, and the long sword was cut from bottom to top.

Huangfu Tao echoed his spear and blocked the knife in time. The lightning collided, exploded a large ocean of thunder and swallowed half of the tomb.

At this moment, two arms grew from behind Meng Qi, one of which was clenched into a fist, as white as jade, golden and bright purple, and black and white rays followed each other, sacred and noble!

"Huh..." A sound came out from the depths of the black fog.

The fist fell, passed through Huangfu Tao's protective light and hit his head.

At this moment, the fist opened and turned into dragon claws. The merit, blessings and moral energy penetrated into Huangfu Tao's Niwan Palace, washing his body and removing evil spirits.

At the same time, there seemed to be a golden light blooming between Meng Qi's eyebrows, and the lotus flowers bloomed in his soul, his eyes became deep and indifferent, as if he was looking down at the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Change the sky and hit the earth!

The sea of ​​mind appears, shrouded in black fog, and the waves are hidden and bound inside. Meng Qi, with the assistance of "Yuanshi Golden Lotus", tried to evoke fragments of Huangfu Tao's memory.

The sea became turbulent, and the black mist condensed, turning into the image of Emperor Zhenwu wearing a black robe. The indescribable majesty came, making Meng Qi's thoughts slow to turn, but the Yuanshi Golden Lotus emitted thousands of lights, which temporarily blocked them.

It is like a fishing boat rising and falling in the waves, which may capsize at any time.

Seizing this opportunity, Meng Qi introduced the breath of Xuanshui Demon Flag.

Boom!

The sea of ​​mind stirred up strong winds and waves, breaking through the shackles of the black fog.

With the help of each other, the Zhenwu Emperor Qingyan's majestic face slowly dissipated, and Huangfu Tao regained his intelligence.

Meng Qi threw his hand, and Huangfu Tao flew out of the tomb and flew to He Shenshang.

"Master!" He Shenshang could not sense what was happening inside the mausoleum. When he saw his master flying out, he was both alert and cheerful.

Huangfu Tao's eyes gradually became clear, he nodded, looked down, and whispered to himself:

"He has grown to this level..."

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In the mausoleum, black air rolled, and a figure gathered in the distance, with a black robe, a flat crown, a clear face and majestic eyes.

Seeing the evil thoughts of Zhenwu appear, Meng Qi's concentration has reached the highest point. Even if the evil thoughts do not have the realm and strength of the Emperor Zhenwu, his vision, knowledge and experience still exist. Even if he holds a magic weapon, he cannot take it lightly.

The aura of evil thoughts is deep, and Meng Qi can't tell how much strength it still has.

How much strength does he still have left after paying a huge price and almost half-breaking from the suppression of the tomb?

Zhenwu Evil Mind did not take action, but looked at Xuanshui Demon Flag with complicated eyes and slowly spoke: "He will not let me go after all."

"He" naturally refers to the Zhenwu Emperor and the Demon-Demon-Destroying Heavenly Lord!

Meng Qi was about to open his mouth and asked about the whereabouts of Emperor Zhenwu, but he heard the evil thoughts and said: "The sword technique you used outside the tomb should be derived from the 'Shenxiao Jiumo'. With your current realm, I am afraid that you can't create it. Is it the last successor of Thunder God?"

"Yes." Meng Qi's words were concise and did not know what evil thoughts wanted to say.

Zhenwu Evil Mind smiled: "Thunder God has been here, after falling from Heaven."

The ancient Thunder God came after the fall of the Heavenly Court? Didn’t Zhenwu come back after he disappeared? Meng Qi was shocked and looked directly at Zhenwu’s evil thoughts.

He knew that Evil Nian wanted to use these things to shake his mind and find a good opportunity to take action, but he also knew that Zhenwu Evil Nian knew that he would definitely listen.
Chapter completed!