Ximen Hao looked at the dilapidated main hall of Qingyuan Mansion. In addition to the beaten and scattered furnishings, there were eight well-preserved corpses.
It's a pity that not to mention the artifacts and treasures, even the armor was taken away.
I don’t know if the people cleaning the battlefield here are still alive, maybe they have died in the great collapse of the God Realm.
The eight corpses on the ground are easy to distinguish. The faces of the Wind Demon clan all bear the conspicuous magic marks. This magic mark can be seen on the faces of Moyun Evil God, Xuantian Demon Lord, and even the giant demon clan Zha Zhahui from the lower realm.
See.
There are five corpses without magic marks on the faces of the Qingyuan Mansion, three men and two women, and there are three corpses of the Wind Demon Clan, one woman and two men.
The body was well preserved, except for the dazzling blood hole on the forehead, as if it was asleep.
This hall originally had many floors, but now there is only one. Looking up, you can see the sky. I don't know what kind of attack penetrated the entire hall.
Ximen Hao scanned the eight corpses again and found that the thieves were clean, so he almost took off their clothes.
"Mad! Master Hao has cursed you to die for ten thousand years!"
He couldn't help but curse that or those ancient gods who cleaned the battlefield, otherwise the treasure here would make him the richest man in the God's Domain!
"Boss, it seems like there's not as much information here as there is outside."
Zhongchen suddenly walked in. It was too clean. It might as well have some armor artifacts outside.
"Cleaned up?"
Ximen Hao was in a bad mood.
"Back to the boss, the area that was blown up by your magic ball has been cleaned up. They are continuing to clean up the outside. Pindao can come in and take a look."
Zhongchen walked over and looked through the eight well-preserved corpses with the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand to see if he recognized any of them.
"Eh? That's not right, boss! These people are still in the God-King stage if they fight to death. It is said that Qingyuan Mansion has two great God-Kings and a mysterious God-Emperor! How come there isn't one?"
"You can see this?"
Ximen Hao couldn't tell what level those divine bodies were, after all, there was no fluctuation at all.
"Almost. Based on the preservation of the divine body, it can be seen that these are only the divine king stages. Don't forget the boss, Pindao was also a strong man back then."
Zhongchen said proudly.
"How strong?"
"One step away from the God Emperor!"
"Depend on!"
"Don't believe it?"
"Believe it! I believe you when you say you are the God of Creation. Anyway, it happened more than 10,000 years ago."
Ximen Hao's cliff was intentional.
"No! Boss! What Pindao said is true. You can't erase Pindao's achievements back then!"
Zhongchen was angry. This was the first time since he followed Ximen Hao.
Ximen Hao didn't like him, he curled his mouth and said:
"Damn fellow Taoist, you should forget your past. Don't forget why you were strong back then!"
Zhengchen's face changed and turned extremely pale.
"Boss, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't mention it again."
Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows, and then walked straight into the main hall.
The throne in the main hall has disappeared. There is a big hole in the innermost wall, and there is a throne upside down outside. It is obvious that someone knocked it out and hit a big hole in the wall.
Ximen Hao passed through the big cave and went to the back of the hall to continue looking for valuable things.
It took Zhongchen a long time to come to his senses, and then he followed Ximen Hao to the back.
The square behind had already been cleared by magic balls, and even the surrounding palaces had disappeared, but not far away lay a complete divine corpse.
It is very strange that the corpse has no hole in its forehead, but it is completely dead. It is an old man with white hair and white beard, and his face is still healthy and rosy.
"Hey, dead fellow Taoist, what kind of cultivation level is this?"
Ximen Hao walked up to the old man and tugged at him a few times. He was also stripped clean, but there was a token around his waist.
"Master?!"
Zhongchen exclaimed and rushed to the old man, then knelt on the ground with a "pop", his eye circles instantly turned red.
"Master? Your master?"
Ximen Haosha was surprised, and at the same time he glanced at the token in his hand, and sure enough, the words "Lingtian Palace" were written on it.
"Master! I didn't expect... I didn't expect to see you here."
Zhongchen looked at the old man with a sad expression, but his eyes were full of complex colors.
"Hey, fellow dead fellow, weren't you expelled from Lingtian Palace?"
Ximen Hao whispered.
"well……"
Zhan Chen wiped the corners of his eyes, and then said sadly:
"Pindao was expelled from Lingtian Palace because his inner demons eroded him and he did all kinds of bad things. But after all, he was the master who taught Pindao for many years. I didn't expect that the old man still didn't escape and died here."
After saying that, he kowtowed three times to the corpse.
"Alas! Don't be sad, just find a place to bury him."
Ximen Hao patted Zhong Chen on the shoulder.
Zhongchen stood up from the ground, and then dug directly into the ground with his exorcism sword.
"If you bury it outside, you might be dug up. This is the safest place."
"Why did your master die here?"
Ximen Hao also took out the Yanyue Sword and helped dig.
"Maybe you're here as a guest?"
Zhongchen could only make a simple guess.
"oh."
Ximen Hao nodded, then looked at the old man's forehead and asked curiously:
"Why doesn't he have a hole in his forehead?"
"This... it should be that the soul was shattered from the outside, right? In any case, the master is dead. Maybe this is God's will. God allowed me to meet the master, and there was no need for him to be exposed here. Okay,
That’s almost it.”
Zhongchen put away the Demon-Conquering Sword, then picked up the old man and placed him in the pit.
Then the excavated stones were used to bury the corpse. No monument was erected. Divine power was used to melt the gravel and blend it with the rocks in other places. No one could tell that a corpse was buried here.
"Master, rest in peace, this is all my disciple can do."
The stiff minister kowtowed three more times and then stood up.
"Here, your master's token."
Ximen Hao gave the token to Zhong Chen.
Zhongchen took the token and couldn't help but feel:
"Perhaps this is the last token of Lingtian Palace."
"Okay, it's been more than 10,000 years, and the God Realm has disappeared. Why do you still want to do this? By the way, what is your master's cultivation level?"
Ximen Hao asked.
"The lowest level is the God Emperor. When Pindao was expelled from the master, the master was in the God King stage. After so many years, he should have already been in the God Emperor stage."
"The God-Emperor period? That means there may be the body of the God-Emperor here, and maybe there is also a God-Emperor."
Ximen Hao regained his energy, and his powerful soul began to scan.
"The God Emperor is possible. The God Emperor is probably very difficult. I even doubt that when the God Realm collapsed, many of those powerful God Emperors may have survived."
Zhongchen said while looking at the token in his hand.
Suddenly, he saw a neat crack on the token, a very thin one, and it was also on the pattern. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
"This is……"
Zhengchen gradually frowned, and then pulled hard with both hands.
"Click!"
The token was pulled open to the left and right, revealing a small hidden compartment with a small jade slip inside.
Zhongchen looked at the small jade slip. It was hidden so tightly. It must be an important thing left by the master.
He looked up at Ximen Hao who was sweeping around, with a look of struggle on his face.
He is now devoted to the Tao and does not value external things at all, but this jade slip may be very important to him, which makes him confused whether to tell Ximen Hao or not.
"Hey, dead fellow Taoist, what are you doing?"
Mo Lin suddenly patted Zhong Chen on the shoulder from behind.
Zhong Chen's heart moved and he collected the token, and at the same time, the fly whisk also appeared in his hand.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, I just have some impressions."
"Oh, dead fellow Taoist, more than 10,000 years have passed, so don't think about it so much."
Mo Lin said, and then began to clean the artifacts and armors around him.
Zhong Chen took a deep breath, then ran a few steps and chased after Ximen Hao.