The ancient ruins stand in the wasteland, like a decaying monument. The traces of time have already been spread all over. I don’t know how many more years, even these ruins will be destroyed and they will be like the dust.

“This ruins is so ancient, I don’t know what era it was from.”

Wang Xiaoyi stepped on a huge blue stone and looked at the desolate plain, feeling the desolation of the world.

The Lost Cemetery, it is said that all the disappeared beings in the world are buried here.

It's like a gap in time here.

Along the way, the seven-headed monsters captured by Zhou Dao alone have long since disappeared from the human world.

That is the true bloodline of ancient demons, naturally powerful and passed down from generation to generation.

As early as after the Tao King's Great Sacrifice, these ancient demons had become extinct.

In today's world, I'm afraid only a little bit of the Lost Cemetery is left.

"It's very ancient, at least before Taizu."

Zhou Dao stroked a huge ancient stele in front of him, the writing on it had long been erased.

Rumble...

As soon as he pointed it out, the ancient stone trembled slightly, and only tiny cracks appeared.

"What kind of material is this? Is it so strong?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but be moved.

He knew that with Zhou Dao's current strength, he could split mountains and clear a path with just his physical body.

This stone tablet didn’t shatter into dust?

"This is a black turtle shell." Zhou Dao whispered.

He had only seen this kind of treasure in the Strange Objects chapter of the "Monster Control Division Work Manual".

Rumor has it that in ancient times there was an ancient demon named Black Turtle. It carried a heavenly map and a mysterious inscription on its back, and its body was gilded like treasure. Once it entered the water, it could calm the storm and calm the waves of the river.

In ancient times, if you traveled by water, seeing a black turtle was a good sign and you would definitely encounter good things.

Looking at Beicheng, an old man once went out for a long trip and passed by Cangshui. He saw a golden light in the water. When he was boating and looked closer, he saw a huge black turtle emerging from the water.

When the old man returned home, he discovered that his beloved wife, who was more than thirty years younger than him, had secretly cheated on him. The old man scolded her as a ruthless bitch, but he didn't want his beloved wife to retaliate. She was still in her prime, how could she be a widow? The old man was so old.

Old, every time except drooling all over her, there is no other benefit.

The old man burst into tears. Over the years, he had tried to sow the seeds of life, but failed repeatedly. He also worked secretly, and when the cock crows in the morning, who has seen sea cucumbers at four o'clock in the morning?

The old man was kicked out of the house with regret and humiliation.

The beloved wife turned around and threw herself into the arms of her lover, occupying the mansion.

Who would have thought that half a month later, the old house caught fire, and his beloved wife and lover were all killed in the flames.

When the old man heard about it, he laughed loudly, bowed to Cangshui again and again, and finally turned around and left, never to be seen again.

"Young Black Turtles are simply weaklings, but once they reach adulthood, they are comparable to the Great Demon of the Ultimate Realm, or even stronger."

Zhou Dao whispered that after the black turtle dies, the turtle shell will turn into stone.

This stone tablet is made from black tortoise shell.

"Sunset on Cangshan Mountain..."

Zhou Dao murmured softly, his soft eyes falling on a mark in the corner of the stone tablet.

"The ruins of the Sunset Sect?" A dark arc appeared in Zhou Dao's palm.

He activated the [Curse Sun Seal], and the arc of light was like falling into an abyss, and the long sun fell into eternal loneliness.

Suddenly, the ancient stone monument shook violently, and the entire ruins seemed to come alive.

The stone tablet moved, revealing a dark entrance.

"Brother Dao, how did you know there was an entrance here?" Wang Xiaoyi said in surprise.

"Let's go."

Zhou Dao didn't say anything. When he came to this ruins, his mood was a little complicated, and he felt a little sad for no reason.

The ancestors of the Sunset Sect came one after another, and the battle with the Yuanzu lasted through the ages.

But now, who remembers them? Only these ruins vaguely remind the world that they came and existed.

"Um?"

Everyone saw that something was wrong with Zhou Dao's mood, but they didn't ask any more questions and went straight after him.

Below the ruins, there is a cave, and an underground palace emerges in front of you.

It seems that an unimaginable battle once took place here. It collapsed completely, and the bright red blood penetrated deep into the ground, dyeing the earth dark red.

Buzz…

"What is that?"

Suddenly, Ha Shiqi became alert, the pores all over his body stood up, and his scarlet eyes revealed a look of horror.

Zhou Dao raised his eyes and saw that among the corpses lying on the ground, there was still a figure standing, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a long spear, which was rusty and had long been broken.

That figure has long been obliterated by time and turned into a white skeleton, but he still stands upright, as if he is guarding this place. Terrifying fluctuations are coming from his body. He does not know what kind of cultivation he had during his lifetime. After being destroyed for many years, he still remains the same.

So terrible.

Rumble...

Wang Xiaoyi moved with horror, and the energy surged, as if armor had melted on the surface of his body, and the great reversal of life and death was flowing endlessly.

At this moment, Zhou Dao shook his head and raised his hand to stop him.

Zhou Dao walked straight towards the white bones that were still standing upright. The terrifying waves came like a wave, but they backed away automatically before touching Zhou Dao's body.

"Sect ancestor?" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

The feud between the Sunset Sect and Yuanzu has a long history and can be traced back to the most ancient times.

Yuanzu's power is beyond the imagination of Taoism. He regards this rolling world as a melting pot. All living beings are nothing but great medicine, and they are invincible and never destroyed.

Only the setting sun on Cangshan Mountain made him afraid.

Once upon a time, this lineage was prosperous and prosperous. At its strongest, there were three thousand disciples, who terrorized the heavens and dominated the starry sky.

Zhou Dao was in a daze. That day in the tomb of the gods, he had seen a corner of that past through the heaven-sacrifice edict left by Taizu.

It is a splendor and past that the world has long forgotten.

It's a pity that such glory turned into scorched earth in front of Yuanzu.

Under the sky, mountains and rivers are broken, rivers wither, scarlet blood infects the earth, and endless corpses pile up like mountains.

The human world is like turning into an endless purgatory, with only sinking into the sea of ​​suffering, and only the destruction of the Dharma in the last days.

In front of the high mountain, all three thousand Taoist priests in green clothes fell. Facing the terrifying existence entangled by the mysterious black energy, they stood at the end, but they were unable to save themselves.

The laws of the human world are like earthworms, and there are no gods appearing in the heavens?

Zhou Dao sneered, if there was no Sunset Sect, who could stop Yuan Zu's unrivaled power?

If there were no Sunset Sect, who could stop that immortal existence?

The human world is like a great medicine, but it is just his medicine garden.

"Even if you die, you will never retreat."

Zhou Dao murmured softly, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand and touch the white bones that were still standing upright.

roar……

In a daze, he seemed to hear the cries of fighting that filled the sky, the tragic and heroic spirit of fighting to the death, and the hope of the sunset on Cangshan Mountain...

"There are always latecomers..."

Zhou Dao gritted his teeth, and the Hunyuan Gangqi emerged in his palm, turning into a blazing fire of karma, and instantly engulfed the white bones.

"In this life... I will kill Yuanzu!" Zhou Dao's thoughts were extremely firm.

The ancestors paved the way with their blood and have already reached this point, forcing Yuanzu to reincarnate. How could he leave the trouble to his descendants?

In this life, the war must cease.

Buzz…

The broken spear suddenly flew up, and the rust stains turned into clutch stars, illuminating the entire underground palace.

The next moment, the spear jumped out of the abyss and flew deep into the underground palace.

The light shines, and the void emerges.

It was a secret space, with a mysterious young man sitting cross-legged in the center, and a dozen figures surrounding it, worshiping and chanting scriptures.

This seems to be some kind of ancient ritual.

There was an ancient black coffin suspended in front of the mysterious young man, which was only one-third the size of a normal coffin.

The sinister black energy continued to escape from the black ancient coffin, and mysterious runes appeared one by one, wrapping around the coffin like chains.
To be continued...