Two rays of light, one in front and one behind, suddenly fell here.
Then, figures of men and women appeared.
"This is it."
With a look of nostalgia in her eyes, Nangong Huan walked slowly to an open space in the forest. She bit the tip of her tongue, held a drop of blood on her fingertips, and then muttered something in her mouth.
"Boom!"
The surrounding space suddenly vibrated.
In Lu Zhong's field of vision, a previously covered door slowly emerged.
"Interestingly, the entrance to this secret realm is hidden unexpectedly. It is actually hidden in another dimension. It can be seen that this method of phase transfer at that time should not be a strange technique. Otherwise, even the ancestor of Nangong would not be able to do it.
A middle-stage Mahayana monk can also use it to build the secret realm of the mausoleum."
It must be said that such a hidden secret is indeed extremely safe.
At this time, Lu Zhong moved his eyes to the side and fell on Nangong Huan, who was opening the entrance to the secret realm. He couldn't help but secretly thought: "It's hard to guard against domestic thieves even if you are against all odds! I guess the Nangong ancestor also didn't expect that one of his descendants would actually
Such a heir actually brought outsiders to dig the tomb."
However, maybe this is exactly what Patriarch Nangong meant.
Judging from Nangong Huan's words, Patriarch Nangong lived for tens of thousands of years before passing away after enjoying great honor. It must have been a very meaningful move to erect a mausoleum with such precious spiritual objects hidden away.
Soon, a simple and elegant double door with gold and silver patterns appeared in front of the two of them.
Nangong Huan took a step forward and dropped his own essence and blood on it.
Then she cast another spell.
With a "Kacha" sound, the door to the secret realm opened, revealing a gray vortex behind it.
Through this whirlpool, you can still vaguely see the secret realm behind it. Where the feng shui converges with beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is a huge mausoleum building.
"The Crimson Grass is inside, Fellow Daoist Lu, let's go."
Nangong Huan said hello and jumped into it.
When Lu Zhong saw this, he opened his legs without doubt and stepped into the gray vortex.
After a while, the world was spinning and then returned to normal.
As you can see from the outside, it is indeed a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, dotted with waterfalls and strange pines. It is the best place to rest and sleep.
It's a pity... there is no spiritual vein here.
Along the Shinto, the two of them walked towards the mausoleum.
However, not long after they advanced, Nangong Huan's expression suddenly changed and he pointed at the broken stone figurines on the ground: "No, the trap I set here before was triggered. Someone came in here!"
It's not just here.
As the two continued to move forward, more traps were destroyed.
However, there is also good news among the bad news.
Judging from the traces at the scene, the wave of people and the two of them should have arrived front and back, so there were even unextinguished mana spiritual flames among the fallen stone figurines at the scene.
"Fellow Taoist Nangong, could it be that your clansmen did this?" Lu Zhong asked.
Nangong Huan nodded and moved his gaze to the depths of the mausoleum. His eyes became cold: "It's possible, but even if the surname is Nangong, it must be a side branch that once branched off. With the blood of the side branch being so thin, it is no less difficult than climbing to the sky.
If you want to enter here, I'm afraid you have to sacrifice a lot of lives."
"You mean, someone took them hostage and entered here?"
"We can't be sure, but we can't rule it out either."
Nangong Huan took a deep breath and looked at Lu Zhong with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, such an unexpected thing happened suddenly. Regarding the true identity of the kidnapper, I can already guess a thing or two. If you are right, it should be Mr. Baita.
Ancestor."
"Tell me, the owner of the White Tower Building?"
Among the monks in the Central Realm, Lu Zhong had an impression of the ancestor of the White Tower because the White Tower spent a lot of money and often purchased various elixirs in large quantities, so he became Luofu's big customer early on.
"Yes, that's the person!"
Nangong Huan nodded to confirm, and then reminded: "Next, I would like to trouble fellow Taoist to take action again. The ancestor of the White Pagoda not only broke through to the middle stage of integration early, but also has a White Pagoda Immortal Machine that he obtained in his early years. This tower can both
It can be controlled and suppressed, but it can also release endless Gengjin Qi to attack the enemy, which can be said to be extremely difficult to deal with."
In response, Lu Zhong just nodded.
No matter how much you know, you can't be sure who is higher and who is lower before there is a real fight. The result may be that the ancestor of the White Tower lives up to his name, or maybe he has a superior move.
If you want to know for sure, you have to play a game to find out.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from ahead.
Following this, there were also pillars of dust that surged out wildly.
Nangong Huan picked up a handful of dust and saw its sparkling appearance. His ugly face became even more ugly now: "No, the first layer of tombstones has been breached!"
Just as she said, the two rushed to the entrance of the underground palace and saw only a broken stone wall.
There were already many monks lying on the ground next to them. Without exception, these people were mummified and curled up. It was obvious that their essence and blood had just been drained for the purpose of cracking the tombstone.
Nangong Huan didn't feel the least bit sad about these side tribesmen, he only felt angry at the moment.
She knew it just by thinking about it.
The ancestor of the White Pagoda must have come here because he was interested in the things buried with him in the tomb.
Not wanting to think about how the news would be leaked, Nangong Huan transformed into an escape light and sank into the gap in front, and quickly rushed inside. Lu Zhong, who was on the side, looked around and left a seal before following.
The tomb of Patriarch Nangong is really not that big.
At least it is more than ten thousand feet long and wide.
In addition, there are ancient restrictions everywhere, including maintaining the existence of the mausoleum, and various air restrictions, and even void movement will be restricted.
If it had been someone else, there would have been obstacles everywhere.
But somehow the ancestor of the White Pagoda managed to have an unimpeded journey.
Not long after, the two came to a large hall deep inside.
At this moment, an old figure wearing a pure white cloak was facing away from the two of them. His hands were groping in the coffin in front of him, as if he was completely unaware of their arrival.
At this time, Lu Zhong noticed that there was a stone platform in front of him on the left.
"Is this... a cenotaph?"
He looked carefully and found that the structural style of this stone platform was almost the same as that of the Nine Essence Tomb deep in the Linghuan Mountains.
The similarities don't stop there. Even the seal that seals the purple grass on the stone platform is exactly the same as the Nine Marrow Clothes Tomb, which makes people doubt its origin.
"stop!"
Nangong Huan's eyes were on fire and he scolded angrily.
Lu Zhong could understand this woman's current mood. Anyone who saw the bones of his ancestors being turned over and humiliated in such a wanton manner would probably want to peel off the skin and bones and eat their flesh and blood in order to relieve his hatred.
But as he watched, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to stop Nangong Huan.
"Wait a minute, something's wrong with the White Pagoda Ancestor!"