"Immortal...immortal king's tomb?" Lin Chuxiong's pupils shrank and he exclaimed in surprise.
It can be said that the people of the "Lin Family" are not unfamiliar with the Tomb of the Immortal King. You must know that the Lin family, which was once prosperous and had half-step immortals in charge, was destroyed by the Tomb of the Immortal King. Moreover, that was
It's just a fake Immortal King's tomb. It doesn't contain the Immortal King's bones. At most, it's just some incomplete means left by the Immortal King.
Even so, the Lin family suffered misfortune.
The ancestor, who had reached the level of a half-step immortal, was seriously injured and dying, causing the entire Lin family to almost be wiped out. Although he managed to survive, he was still under the threat of the blood curse all the time.
"Why, how could it be the Immortal King's Tomb?" Lin Chuxiong swallowed with a 'Gulu' sound, and said a little lost, "Didn't I say that there were a total of twelve strong land immortals under the Immortal King? Only
The Tomb of the Immortal King will not be opened until their tombs are opened. I, I remember my ancestor said that only seven of those ordinary envy have been opened, and the remaining five have not yet appeared."
"Huh, five seats?"
After listening to Lin Chuxiong's words, the face of the 'Ghost Painter' suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said: "The five envy you mentioned have been taken by Zhu Wuji a long time ago.
The bandits and aliens have secretly opened it, huh, otherwise, how could his cultivation level have broken through to the realm of a half-step immortal so quickly?"
"Then...the five immortal tombs have been opened?"
"Or did the Emperor bring his people there?"
"I, how come we don't know any news?"
"..."
The elders and clan members of the "Lin Family" looked at the ghost painter with bewildered expressions. They had not heard any news about the opening of the five immortal tombs.
Lin Chuxiong also looked at the ghost painter with a suspicious expression.
Open the Immortal Tomb?
How could the Lin family not know about such a big thing?
"Senior, are those five immortal tombs really, really opened by the Human Emperor?" Lin Chuxiong swallowed hard and looked at the ghost painter unnaturally.
"Why, is it possible that this emperor would deceive you?" The ghost painter snorted coldly and said: "Zhu Wuji secretly opened the immortal tomb, let alone you and the sects and ancient clans in the divine capital city.
We were all kept in the dark by him. If Taoist Soul Refining hadn't made some deductions by chance, I'm afraid that no one would have known that those immortal tombs had been opened, and the treasures inside, elixirs
The medicine was even looted."
"I didn't expect that the Tomb of the Immortal King would be opened so soon." Lin Chuxiong smiled bitterly and shook his head, the fearful look in his eyes never receded.
"Don't worry, I have also been under the care of your ancestor of the Lin family. This time I entered the Tomb of the Immortal King. As long as I am not in serious trouble, I will definitely take care of you one and two." The ghost painter said calmly.
"Thank you, senior." Lin Chuxiong said quickly.
Not far away.
Ye Xingchen took Liu Yuxian and Yang Lianmo to stay with the elders and clan members of the 'Lin family'. The conversation between the ghost painter and Lin Chuxiong was not deliberately concealed from other people present. Therefore, not only the Lin family,
Even Ye Xingchen heard it clearly. When he saw the little white-bone beast in the sea of stars, he kept muttering the word "immortal king". Ye Xingchen couldn't help but ask: "Little thing, do you know the immortal king?"
The king’s tomb?”
"Nonsense..." The little white-bone beast raised his eyelids and said angrily: "Besides you, even a three-year-old child probably knows about the Tomb of the Immortal King?"
"What's the matter?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled and asked in a dumbfounded voice. He was not from this world, so he didn't know about the familiar immortals and immortal kings.
"It is said that this world is a dojo created by the immortals." The little white-bone beast pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The twelve land immortals and the immortal king they mentioned are responsible for controlling this world.
Humans, but even Immortal Kings and Immortal Lords cannot live forever, so those Immortals and Immortal Kings all died, leaving only a tomb. I don’t know exactly what happened.
It’s clear, but there’s one thing I’m sure of.”
"What are you sure about?" Ye Xingchen asked subconsciously.
"The Immortal King is very strong." The little white-bone beast said solemnly.
"How strong is it? How does it compare to Wu Ling'er?" Ye Xingchen asked. Although he didn't know how powerful 'Wu Ling'er' was, he could vaguely feel that she was better than the half-step immortal Human Emperor.
It should be much stronger.
"The previous owner of your Witch God Palace?" The little white-bone beast was stunned for a moment. Seeing Ye Xingchen nodding, he looked disdainful and said disdainfully: "Compared with the Immortal King? She is nothing. If I am not mistaken,
, Wu Ling'er's cultivation level is at most that of Lu Xian, which is similar to the real bodies of the four pavilion masters. For characters like them, the Immortal King can kill hundreds of them with one hand. Who do you think is stronger?
"
"Slap hundreds of immortals to death with one hand?"
"hiss……"
After hearing what the little bone beast said, even Ye Xingchen, who had been prepared for it, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and stared at the little bone beast with a look of disdain.
"So, if you enter the Tomb of the Immortal King, wouldn't it mean that you will die without rebirth?" Ye Xingchen said angrily.
"It's not a case of death." The little white-bone beast shook his head and said, "After all, that old guy has been dead for so many years. Entering his tomb can at best be regarded as a narrow escape from death."
That old thing?
he?
Ye Xingchen was slightly startled, looking at the little bone beast with more and more suspicion, and said: "Do you know that Immortal King?"
"That old thing..." Before the little white-bone beast could finish speaking, it seemed to wake up suddenly, and sat down with a 'pop', lying on its back in Ye Xingchen's soul sea, and said angrily: "Hey
… Mr. Ye, although I admit that I am very powerful, I don’t know the Immortal King you mentioned. Even a three-year-old child knows this.”
Ye Xingchen: "..."
The words of the little white-bone beast were not entirely true, and he did not continue to ask. Based on his understanding of this little thing, since it was unwilling to tell, no matter how he asked.
I'm afraid I won't even get the answer.
"Little thing, can an immortal really break the void?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Nonsense, they can even move away a part of the world. What's the problem with just Shattered Void?" The little bone beast curled his lips and said: "Also, you'd better be careful about that ghost painter. Not only does he look at you intentionally or unintentionally,
It's following you, and a trace of breath has also fallen on you. Now, no matter where you go, I estimate that the ghost will be clear to you."
"breath?"
Ye Xingchen nodded and said, "Is there any way to erase the aura it left behind, or to cover it up?"