Halfway up the Holy Spirit Mountain, there are towering ancient trees, lush greenery, the breeze blows, rustling green leaves, rugged and strange rocks everywhere, and the environment is quiet.
Chen Yu, who was wearing a moon-blue robe, stood on a piece of bluestone with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
The clear water lake is like a fairy mirror, taking in all the pavilions and pavilions on both sides of the bank, including the sky and white clouds, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
Behind a tombstone, loess was piled up, and a disgraced Ji Jianting carried a coffin out of it.
In less than an hour, the unscrupulous Taoist priest dug more than a dozen graves, groaning from exhaustion. Unfortunately, he didn't get much, but he got a lot of gold, silver and jewelry from the world.
It's useless for monks to ask for these splendid treasures, but Ji Jianjian doesn't refuse anyone who comes, and he takes whatever he has.
On the way here, the rotting coffins were opened one after another, and beside them there were broken bones, and the skulls were rolled to an unknown place.
If Wan Sheng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, saw this scene, a mouthful of old blood would surge up to his throat in an instant.
"Ah, why are there not even gold, silver and jewelry?" The newly excavated coffin was empty. It was actually a tomb of clothes. There were Chinese clothes in it. Unfortunately, Ji Jianting touched it and it was instantly reduced to ashes.
"Taoist Priest, why don't we go to the rear and take a look at the tomb of the Holy Spirit Sect's Taizu." Chen Yu suggested.
"You're so anxious!" Ji Jian rolled his eyes at Chen Yu and said, "Master Tao, I have my own principles."
"What principle?" Chen Yu asked curiously.
Ji Jianting smiled and said: "We will not let go of every coffin!"
Chen Yu jumped down from the bluestone, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ji Jianjian's collar, and lifted up the fat man, who weighed more than 300 kilograms.
His eyes were dark as water, his mood was rippled, and he was quite irritable.
"Wuliangfu Tianzun, Chen Xianyou, what are you doing? Do you want to take advantage of others?" Ji Jian straightened his spine and let out a blast of cold air.
"Listen, damn fat man, I'm here to destroy the Holy Spirit Cult, not to dig graves with you. My time is precious, and I also want to go to the Tianyao Sect to cause trouble for Zhu Shiji and Bai Jiutian."
"I am going to the back of the cemetery to open the tomb of the ancestor of the Wan family, so I would like to ask the Taoist priest to break your own rules for me, can you?" Chen Yu said with a cold face.
Ji Jian Ting swallowed. It could be seen that Chen Yu was really angry. If he didn't agree, he would probably be thrown off the Holy Spirit Mountain.
"The world is so wonderful, why is Chen Xianyou so irritable? Please calm down, Pindao agrees. Put me down first." Ji Jian was not afraid of anything, but he was only inexplicably afraid of Chen Yu.
"Hoo!" Chen Yu exhaled a long breath. In the whole world, the only person who could make him go berserk is probably Fatty.
Putting Ji Jianting on the ground, Chen Yu patted the dust off the unscrupulous Taoist priest's clothes and said with a smile: "Taoist Priest, let's leave for the back of the cemetery now. You are in front and I am behind. Don't worry, I will never follow you."
Rob."
"This is what you said. Remember, you must keep your word!" Ji Jianting was always worried that if incredible funerary objects were really unearthed, Chen Yu would definitely snatch them from him.
In earth academia, there is such a law called Murphy's Law.
Murphy's Law says that if there is a possibility that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen.
Ji Jianting doesn't want his worries to turn into a reality that makes him despair.
"Taoist Master, don't worry. I, Chen Yu, still want to save my face. How can I, who is at the peak of the Golden Elixir, compete with you, a tomb robber in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, for funerary objects?" Chen Yu smiled at the unscrupulous Taoist priest.
But this smile made Ji Jian's heart skip a beat.
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After passing through a dense forest, the road ahead suddenly opened up, and a hilly area jumped into front of Chen Yu and Ji Jianting.
The hill covers a large area, like a raised tomb, but a hundred-foot giant is buried inside.
The tomb of the Taizu of the Holy Spirit Sect was located in the hills. From a distance of tens of meters, Chen Yu and Ji Jianting saw the entrance to the tomb. There was a stone door there, which was rusty and covered with moss.
Walking along the deserted bluestone path, the two came to the stone gate and observed attentively.
The stone gate is carved from granite, but after a long period of time, it shows a strange dark blue color, which has a sense of historical vicissitudes.
"The first generation leader of the Holy Spirit Church has been dead for almost 30,000 years. Even if there are rich burial objects, they are probably all rotten." To be honest, Ji Jianting didn't want to come here, because time can destroy everything.
You must know that this mausoleum is 30,000 years old. Even if there are burial artifacts inside, they will be corroded by time and turn into rusty iron.
The magical instruments cannot last for thirty thousand years, let alone the exercises and elixirs recorded on paper.
There is a huge difference between the Xuanling Realm and the Main Realm. The skills in the Main Realm are all recorded on jade slips. As long as the jade slips are of high quality, they can survive millions of years without anyone managing them, but in the end
It will crumble into ashes.
As for the elixir, as long as it is placed in a porcelain bottle with excellent antiseptic properties, it can last for millions of years.
But the Xuanling Realm is just a small realm, and it is far inferior to the main realm in this regard. The exercises are still recorded on paper. The white jade porcelain bottles that store the elixirs are no different from the porcelain in the secular world.
A hundred years later, it will reach the sky.
"You still call yourself the founder of the tomb robbing world?" Chen Yu was extremely disdainful and gave Ji Jianting a blank look.
If others question Ji Jianting's proud career, the fat man will definitely turn his back and dig up the graves of anyone's eighteenth generation ancestors.
But facing Chen Yu, the unscrupulous Taoist priests dare not make mistakes!
"If the coffin of the ancestor of the Holy Spirit Cult is strong enough, it can last for thirty thousand years. If the person who buried the ancestor of the Holy Spirit Cult was smart enough, he would have evacuated the air in the coffin in order to delay the decay of the ancestor's body."
"Without air circulation, without microorganisms, without bacteria, the space inside the museum will become a real vacuum."
"Whether it is a magical weapon, a skill, or an elixir, it can theoretically last for 30,000 years in a vacuum without decaying." Chen Yu said a lot in one breath and patiently explained to Ji Jianting. yyls
"What are microorganisms? What are bacteria? How come Master Dao has never heard of it?" Ji Jianting looked confused.
Okay, you are playing the piano to a cow!
It's also strange that Chen Yu is too impatient. After all, the Xuanling world is different from the earth. There is no technology here.
"Hey!" Chen Yu sighed heavily and said helplessly: "Do you see anything?"
Ji Jianting reacted and said solemnly: "The formation covering the hills is the formation of flags. Pindao guessed that the formation flags should be no less than forty poles, and the defensive power is amazing."
"Moreover, the formation flag should be inside the tomb, and we can't get it at all."
"The most important point is that there must be a formation flag in Wan Sheng's hand that can be entered and exited at will. Once we trigger the formation here, Wan Lao'er will definitely sense it."