The door opened, a beam of peaceful and gentle light shone on Wang Man, and his whole body was bathed in the comfortable breeze.
This was a scene that surprised him enough. He didn't know that the tomb at the end of the cave would appear in front of him in the form of a palace.
Based on what he had seen before, Wang Man quickly concluded that this was the core area of Emperor Shengwu's mausoleum, and it was also the tomb of the most powerful senior among the tombs of these great men.
Any one of those strong men in front would be quite invincible today. Wang Man stared at the interior carefully, his eyes empty, wondering what kind of existence the owner of this place was when he was alive? You must know that he is the only one who has this strange tomb.
It is taller, more gorgeous and much nobler than the dozen or so buildings in front of it.
Wang Man's mind was pulled by an inexplicable attraction, and he had arrived in the palace unknowingly. The moment he approached, the palace suddenly lit up, and Wang Man's whole body was exposed to the light, and the light was blocked in his heart uneasily.
My feet bumped and I stumbled and almost fell.
When I looked down, I saw skeletons scattered all over the ground. Some were still well preserved, while others had broken ribs and missing heads. Overall, it looked like there were seven or eight skeletons crowded here.
"Ah, dear senior gods, this junior came here unintentionally and disturbed the seniors' Qing Dynasty. It's my fault. I hope the seniors won't blame me." Wang Man unintentionally kicked a skeleton into several pieces and felt uneasy for a moment.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he knelt down and prayed.
The skeletons here have been there for too long, silent without making any sound, as if they have been wiped out.
Wang Man shivered and hesitated for a long time with his eyes closed. He found that the gods did not punish him as expected. He thought that he was worrying too much. He looked around and stood up. He was attracted by the old weapons scattered among the pile of corpses around him.
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"One, two, three...seven, there are seven weapons of various kinds here." Except for one of the broad-bladed swords, Wang Man couldn't name the other six. He just looked at the weird shapes.
Some are cunning and weird, and some are carved with gold and jade. According to rough guesses, they should be staffs or the like.
"It's true that the wind and sand have passed away, and the heroic spirits are lonely. It is a perfect destination to die here." Wang Man sighed from the bottom of his heart. Judging from the layout of these bones, they were not the owners of the tomb; Wang Man's eyes moved to all sides of the hall.
On the crystal wall, the traces of fighting and the veins of the explosion of magic marks can be seen clearly to this day. Crystal ravines about half a foot deep are scattered in various directions, which shows how tragic the battle was at that time.
There are ravines and ravines, and the source is right in front of the palace. There is a spiritual tablet of "Saint Martial Lingtian", surrounded by purple energy between the high platforms, showing no life.
"Ah! Martial Saint! This is the tomb of Martial Saint! This... this is the founder of the Holy Martial Palace! Ling Tian?" Wang Man was dumbfounded, and instantly remembered the opening of the "Concentration Art" given to him by Master Haotian.
I immediately found the item "Lingtian Battle Shield", which clearly wrote the words "our unique skill", and the signature was not "Haotian" but "Lingtian".
"The founder of our sect is Emperor Ling Tian!" Wang Man seemed to have caught the tail of curiosity, exclaiming paranoidly as he put away the "Concentration Art" and began to look at the purple crystal platform.
The purple energy surrounds the high platform as a barrier. This is the energy aura attached to the higher rules. To put it bluntly, it is somewhat similar to the strange traces of purple energy in Wang Man's body. However, compared to his wisps, the surrounding area of the high platform is a
**The sea.
Wang Man, who possesses a high level of purple energy, feels the power of the tomb owner deep in his soul. Compared with the strong men outside, the holy body of the founder Ling Tian also fell silent a thousand years ago, and after thousands of years of dissipation, it still maintains such a rich energy.
The purple energy barrier is enough to show that Patriarch Ling Tian was a very influential figure back then.
The unfathomable high platform, protected by the aura of rules and watertight, looks extremely dignified and luxurious compared with the scattered remains below.
Wang Man carefully looked at the other world inside the purple energy. His fighting energy tentatively reached the edge of the barrier and was gently melted away. After his efforts were fruitless, Wang Man's thoughts swirled around him, and the purple energy in his body seemed to have found its destination.
Generally, it jumped out from Wang Man and shot into the barrier.
For a brief moment, Wang Man felt that his thoughts and breath were connected to the world inside the high platform. Except for the crystal coffin, all other information inside quickly jumped into Wang Man's brain. An unprecedented amount of information quickly occupied it.
Wang Man's brain was damaged, and the consumption of his thoughts caused him to faint for a moment.
If this continues, his brain will soon become chaotic due to the continuous transmission of information. In a hurry, Wang Man frantically gathered his fighting energy and struck towards the high platform.
Fighting energy circled and cut through the continuously connected energy channels, but disappeared silently like a mud cow plunging into the sea.
No! Wang Man screamed, his head was dizzy. He felt like he had become a straw floating in the purple ocean, and the spiritual power and fighting spirit in his body were being sucked in unscrupulously.
Soon, Wang Man's inner palace was empty, including the boundary river that Dr. Mundo built for him.
At this time, strength was no longer important to Wang Man. What was important was that his brain was in pain and swelling, and the swollen and swollen brain was about to subside. As long as it subsided, it would be no different from being mentally retarded. What's more serious would be to burst completely.
The brain has no chance of survival.
He no longer held back the fighting energy he had accumulated over the past four years, and simply let it go to promote the crazy absorption of the purple barrier on the high platform. The moment the fighting energy in his body was empty, the purple energy rushed back towards Wang Man like a tide.
This scene was very strange. Wang Man, who was physically exhausted, closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of death. His brain simply could not bear the impact of such a powerful external force.
The breath between the purple air barrier and the various information inside quickly invaded Wang Man's body and brain respectively. His empty inner palace was filled with rapid purple air, and wherever the air flow went, it affected every inch of his nerves and brain.
The veins are being washed ruthlessly.
The pain made Wang Man numb, and soon he felt the purple color filling the entire inner palace, and the momentum continued to wander upwards. In an instant, the purple energy turned into forked warm currents that quickly rotated around his brain; the power of advanced rules merged
Following the various attacks on Wang Man's brain outside the crystal coffin.
There was a bang, and a dull hammering sound came from the bottom of his heart. The helpless Wang Man's brain suddenly swelled, and then shrank instantly. Such a pull caused a collision sound in his head.
There was another sound, and the sound waves shook Wang Man's soul, and the force was so powerful that his soul was about to escape from his body.
"Ah..." Wang Man let out a heart-rending howl in the empty palace, his bones made a cruel friction sound, and his body shape changed rapidly, first to a wolf, then to a human, and then to a wolf again.
The transformation proceeds rapidly and is not controlled by the mind. Every time he turns into a werewolf, he will be instantly compressed by the purple energy in his body and return to human form again.
Such back-and-forth transformations caused Wang Man to endure countless fission of his bones. The pain of bone marrow contraction made him forget time and his own existence...
I don't know how long it took, but Wang Man, who was lying on the ground, was no longer able to crawl. The soil on the ground had been soaked with sweat from his body. There were werewolf hair around him, and blood seeping out from his bloodshot skin.
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"Am I dead?" Wang Man sighed blankly. He didn't know how many times he wandered back and forth on the edge of death, until he struggled to endure the pain all over his body and stood up. When he looked precariously at this daunting palace, he laughed at himself.
Laughed!
"I'm not dead." After Wang Man finished speaking, he fell to the ground again. This time he had no strength to stand up, and his eyes turned around with difficulty, observing everything in the palace again.
The remains on the ground still maintain a round shape silently. The purple energy barrier on the high platform has disappeared, and only the bare crystal coffin stands above. The words "Saint Martial Lingtian" on the front of the coffin are still the same, but the book placed next to the coffin.
The books are dilapidated and rusty, but they are extremely eye-catching.
"What happened just now?" Wang Man asked himself at a loss. He subconsciously released his thoughts to investigate. With just a little care, he was able to clearly control the situation within a ten-mile radius.
Wang Man was shocked. When did his mind undergo such a sudden change? His curiosity instantly prompted him to release the wave of thoughts again. He felt that the lingering purple energy wave spread rapidly in all directions in the form of an overwhelming force. The palace
, groups of tombs, lava flows, long peaks and mountains, and endless vastness of the world, the scope gradually expanded to a point that he could not even imagine.
"Ah!" Wang Man put away his thoughts in disbelief. There was a lot of confusion in his heart. The only thing that was certain was that this was an alien space. The mountains, rivers, sun and moon here were full of life, which was completely different from the apocalyptic scene outside.
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I don’t know how many times the strength of the idea is, because it is immeasurable in this space. This is closely related to the distance conversion of different intensities in different spaces. In fact, Wang Man does not know that this mausoleum of Emperor Shengwu is an ancient soul space. Here
There are souls of strong men who have declined in the Millennium Holy War, but most of the souls have been devoured by the demons in the crypt, and only a few strong souls are guarding their bodies.
After Wang Man learned about the surge of his thoughts, he looked around his body in confusion. He successfully raised his energy and recovered his thoughts to cover his body. At a glance, he was so curious that he was speechless!