Chapter 576 I am the train king, painter and illusionist (10,000 characters)
Falling into the encirclement, Huanhai Setsuna and the third elder realized firsthand why those who had entered this place from the Jedi all died tragically.
There was already a strong death aura here. As the generals awakened one by one and the terracotta warriors and horses awakened one by one, the concentration of the death aura rose rapidly. It was as vast as the sea. Their strength was greatly suppressed here, but the dead were at ease here.
, the strength soared.
These dead people are already dead. Naturally, they have no fear of death among the living. Their fighting style is almost to the point of death. In addition, they were all soldiers of the divine dynasty during their lifetime. They are best at the method of combined attack. Their individual strength is far from their opponent, and they can gather into thousands.
After tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, their strength soared, enough to easily suppress them.
The red-nosed third elder was already irritable and restless, but now he is even more furious and his eyes are burning. They have been careful enough. Who knows how these dead people wake up.
At this point, it is meaningless to pursue this matter. How to escape is the key.
"Third Elder, rush inside." Huan Hai was calm and calm for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in an instant.
Qin Yang has been assassinated by them. With Qin Yang's level, if he attracts the attention of the army of the dead in a place like this, he will definitely die. Their tools are gone.
The only way to survive is to enter the Immortal Palace and leave through that exit.
The phantom sea flickered in an instant, and strange waves spread out. In the eyes of the army of the dead, their sense of existence was infinitely reduced.
The third elder snorted coldly, and a little red light fell off from his red nose, turning into a fire dragon fantasy beast, setting off a fire storm, forcing away the death energy around him, and at the same time shaking his big sleeves, two snow-white fur ball fantasy beasts were in the sleeves.
It fell, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into the appearance of him and Huan Hai.
In the blink of an eye, Li Daitao froze, Huanhai Momo and the three elders escaped from the sea of fire. The magic and secret techniques were activated to the extreme. In the consciousness of all the deceased, the sense of existence of the two was eliminated, and then all attention was forcibly transferred to the two.
On the body of a fake that has been transformed into a fantasy beast.
In just a few breaths, the two passed through the gap in the army and headed straight for Dayin Immortal Palace.
The fire dragon phantom beast coiled up into a snake formation, protecting the two phantom beasts that forcibly taunted and drew hatred in the center, using their scorching flames to engage in a stalemate with the army of the dead.
But the number of the army of the dead is getting larger and larger, and the fire dragon can't delay it for long.
The two of them quickly approached the Immortal Palace.
On the other side, Qin Yang, who was buried in the river squatting in front of the immortal palace archway, was thinking about how to jump out and how to reach the exit safely.
While I was thinking about it blindly, I saw the figures of Huanhai Setsuna and the third elder suddenly appear under the archway.
The fire dragon and the counterfeit fantasy beast surrounded by the army have been torn into pieces, and their secret method of diverting attention has completely failed.
The two of them crossed the archway, followed the avenue, and went straight to the main entrance of the Immortal Palace.
Qin Yang was shocked. He didn't expect these two guys to be able to break through the siege of the army.
But in an instant, on the avenue, figures covered with armor were seen emerging from under the avenue, their aura no less than that of the generals leading the army outside.
Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, there was someone else clearing mines for him, so he would just follow.
If you can't do it head-on, it's best not to do it head-on. You won't be able to fight anyway.
The two melons were thundering on the road, fighting with the dead generals fiercely. Qin Yang continued to squat in the burial river and wait.
While I was thinking about it blindly, I saw a stupid ghost floating over next to me.
These guys can no longer find Qin Yang who is completely integrated with the Burial River.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Qin Yang's mind, and a bold idea came to his mind.
He turned around and looked carefully at the countless ghosts buried in the river.
When no living person falls into them, these ghosts are very quiet, their faces are dull, and they generally maintain the appearance of death.
Some were wearing robes with runes all over them, but they only saw the appearance of death, and those runes had no effect.
There are also some who are five big and three thick, and their arms can be thicker than his waist. At first glance, it is a coolie's physical training.
There are also some who look like soldiers...
Most of them seemed to be those who were buried. It should be that after the previous emperor built the imperial mausoleum, in order to keep the secret, all the people involved were thrown into the burial river and drowned.
Just by looking at the army of the dead outside, you can understand how cruel and ruthless the former emperor was.
Following the moat to the bottom of the water network, Qin Yang had an inexplicable idea when he saw more powerful ghosts.
People who fall into the Burial River will have endless lifespan after dying in it, and will never be able to transcend. They cannot survive or die. When they find the living, they will rush up with all their strength and pull them off the bank.
On the one hand, it is the resentment that is clogging up my heart, and on the other hand, I am seeking relief.
Qin Yang slowly floated to the side of a Taoist-looking ghost, slowly stretched out his hand, covered the opponent's head, and gave the opponent a head-butting blow, but his skills showed no response.
It's not possible to put the other party into the storage ring.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang mobilized the power of the devil's hand to completely wrap up the ghost and isolate it from the Burial River. With a thought, he wanted to forcefully pull the opponent into the eyes of the sea. The power of the stalemate emerged, and the power on the ghost passed quickly until the power dissipated.
Most of the time, the ghost's body instantly disappeared into the Burial River and appeared in the eyes of the sea.
Qin Yang was startled, is it really possible?
"Qin Yang, why did you jump into the Burial River? Do you think it's uncomfortable to be alive?" Black Shadow asked in confusion, and then sensed the power of the devil's hand: "Oh, he's so small, then you can do whatever you want, this should be
There will be no big ghosts."
"Heiying, your power can actually shield the Burial River and pull out the ghosts inside?"
"(ˉ▽￣~)Tsk, when my physical body was still alive, I could bathe in the main veins of four of the five major water veins in the ancient underworld. It was just a small stream that was not even a tributary.
What."
"Then why can you pull out the ghost inside?"
"..."
"If you don't want to say it, forget it. Don't force it."
Qin Yang didn't force Hei Ying, he just choked him for a few words because of his blindness.
The ghost that was pulled into the eye of the sea looked at the surrounding environment with a blank expression. The ghostly energy was floating around its body, and it wanted to attack everything around it crazily and ferociously.
However, he couldn't afford to offend anyone around him. They were suppressed in place by the power of the black shadow. When his madness dissipated and his consciousness began to slowly recover, Qin Yang was overjoyed and said quickly.
"Hey man, wake up?"
"Uh..." The ghost's consciousness regained a little bit, and it looked around blankly, wanting to say something, but it seemed that it had even forgotten how to speak.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
The ghost nodded.
"Are you the one who died for Emperor Dayin?"
The ghost nodded again.
"I can pull you out of the river of burial, or I can make you disappear into ashes and be completely liberated. You can choose one, but I need you to do a little favor, okay?"
"Okay." The ghost replied with difficulty.
"As for me, I am trapped in the Imperial Tomb. The exit is in the Immortal Palace. I want to enter the Immortal Palace, but I don't want to take too many risks, so please go back and contact everyone who was buried in the river and ask them for a favor.
As long as I can leave the Imperial Tomb, I can help everyone who has helped me in the past, whether they want to be completely liberated or want to give up their power and exist in the world as ghosts."
"Okay." The ghost agreed without hesitation.
Qin Yang explained the plan, rushed in and put the ghost who had lost most of his strength back into the Burial River, but his strength had not been restored and he was still just a little ghost.
The little ghost followed the river and kept summoning ghosts one after another, all of which were very powerful.
These guys had a blank look on their faces, maintaining a dead look, and their expressions were dull. They didn't know how the kid communicated with them.
Qin Yang manifested his body. These ghosts were restless and their faces were twisted and ferocious, but they still suppressed them and did not rush forward. Shen Shen's consciousness also recovered slightly. After listening to Qin Yang's words, he saw Qin Yang taking the little ghost away.
After being released, they all agreed to Qin Yang's request without hesitation.
As long as they could be freed, even if Qin Yang asked them to kneel down and call daddy, not a single ghost would refuse.
A few hours later, there were countless ghosts gathering in the Burial River. They were so densely packed that they crowded together one by one, making the quiet Burial River become like a giant python swimming around.
Twisting.
When we came to the archway in front of the moat again, the army gathered here, but no one dared to rush into the fairy palace. They were just surrounded outside.
There were many mummies scattered on the avenue behind the archway, all of which were taken care of by Huanhai Setsuna and the Third Elder. There was also some blood spilled on the avenue. Apparently, someone from those two guys was injured.
Crossing the avenue and heading inward, a spiritual light shone in the palace wall. The two of them must have encountered a powerful enemy.
Qin Yang rubbed his hands and raised his hands to the army of ghosts behind him who were getting numb just looking at them.
"My name is Qin Yang, and my courtesy name is Youde. Let me explain it clearly to you first. I can help you to be wiped out in ashes and completely liberated. I can also pull you out of the Burial River. However, if you leave the Burial River, you will lose most of your strength.
I will become a little devil. When it is done, you can tell me what choices you have.
Today I will help Mr. Qin, and I will definitely fulfill my promise. If I regret it, I will be buried in the river forever, and I will not be able to survive but die!"
"Sir, tell me what to do." The little devil at the beginning lost his power, and his consciousness became more and more clear.
But the more I wake up, the more I understand how cruel torture it is to be buried in the river and never be reincarnated again.
Most of these ghosts have no sense at all. Some of them are stronger and have some sanity. They don't understand many things. As long as they understand the living person in front of them, they can help them escape and even lead them out of the Burial River.
The desire to survive will overwhelm all negative emotions. Whoever dares to extend his claws to Qin Yang now will be killed first.
The current situation can only be maintained by killing countless irrational ghosts.
More irrational ghosts were unable to break through the human wall of ghosts and reach Qin Yang.
But Qin Yang's position is the light in the darkness for these irrational ghosts, and they want to tear this light into pieces.
This is the reason why some ghosts can attract most of the ghosts buried in the river.
Qin Yang waved his hand towards the archway.
"Go!"
With a loud shout, countless ghosts gathered together in the Burial River and rushed towards the surface of the water crazily, but they were unable to leave the Burial River at all.
The number of ghosts gathered in a local area has already exceeded the limit that this small river, which can only be regarded as a small stream for the real burial river, can bear and suppress.
Although the ghosts couldn't break out of the water, the water in the moat bulged into a big bag, and countless ghosts were squeezing one by one, trying their best to impact.
After just a few breaths, the water in the moat was forcibly stirred up into a large wave a hundred feet wide, turning into a wave and rushing towards the avenue in front of the Immortal Palace.
The waves were surging, and countless ghosts were carrying the water of the Burial River. It only took a few breaths to rush through this illusory sea. Momo and the third elder spent several hours, exerted great effort, and spent a lot of money.
I just rushed across the avenue.
Qin Yang turned into a water body and merged into the Burial River, guiding the direction of the waves.
The waves rushed into the courtyard at the back. Huanhai Setsuna and the third elder were fighting with several giant dead men. One of the third elder's arms disappeared, his red nose also returned to its normal appearance, and there was a dead look on his face.
Ling Yao has obviously been eroded by the death energy.
Huan Hai Mo was not much better, his face was like gold paper, and the consumption was extremely intense.
Their strength is not suitable for confrontation at all, but more suitable for sneaking in. If they don't trigger the army of death, they might actually be able to sneak in quietly.
When Qin Yang saw the two of them, he had an idea and led the waves to rush towards them.
Huanhai Momo and the three elders avoided the wave in an instant. The few dead giants they were fighting with were swept into the wave and were swallowed up by an army of ghosts densely packed inside that looked like ant balls. The brave generals were not afraid of death.
They tore it apart bit by bit.
The wave hit a large hall, and he turned around and ran to the left.
Huanhai Momo and the third elder stood in the distance, dumbly watching the Yin River filled with countless ghosts rushing past, and they were all dumbfounded.
"What...what's going on?" the third elder stammered.
"I don't know." Huan Hai's face was as white as paper for a moment, and his face turned green with fear. If he was involved in it, it would definitely end in death.
Although they had known that there were countless ghosts in the Yin River, the scene in front of them was beyond their imagination.
The Train King Qin Yang led an army of countless ghosts and rampaged away along the corridor on the left.
The awakened guarding dead in all the halls along the way were either swept into countless ghostly creatures and beaten to death, or they stood on the side of the road, staring blankly at this scene.
In one of the main halls, there was a deceased man who looked like a civil servant and whose face was still roughly the same as when he was alive, with a dazed look on his face.
"Could it be that the resentment of the deceased was so great that a big ghost appeared in the river of the deceased? Is this a rebellion?"
In the Immortal Palace, the halls opened one after another, and when countless ghosts, carrying the Burial River, crashed head-on into one of the halls.
An old man with an almost living appearance came out of it, except for his pale face. He was wearing a long robe and holding a whisk in his hand. In addition to the death aura, there was also a strong corpse aura around him.
This is a great eunuch who is about to die but has turned into a zombie.
Facing the wave, the zombie old eunuch snorted coldly.
"How dare chickens and dogs disturb the emperor's eternal sleep."
The old eunuch waved his fly whisk, and thousands of silver threads suddenly swelled up and turned into sharp blades. They were inserted into the river of burial and strangled countless ghosts in the river into powder. He swung his other hand forward and turned into a giant palm a hundred feet long.
, standing on top of the wave.
The water of the Burial River and thousands of ghosts cannot go beyond it, and his body will not sink into the Burial River at all.
Seeing that the exit was close at hand, who would have thought that the person guarding the exit was not the deceased, but an old Zongzi. Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and his mind raced rapidly.
This old Zongzi is very powerful, does he really want to use the Black Jade Divine Sect?
The exit was in the main hall behind Old Zongzi. It was so close. How could he be willing to fall short if he failed.
But if he takes out the Black Jade Divine Sect here, he may not be able to control the Black Jade Divine Sect with his huge appetite.
At that time, it will still be the end of dying together.
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and I would definitely not be able to beat him. This old Zongzi’s strength was at least a Dharma foundation. He was also a zombie, sober and conscious, and he could forcefully stop the waves that carried countless ghosts.
Down.
He stands here like a copper wall and an iron wall, with no flaws to speak of.
Moreover, the impact force of the waves was weakening, and he could already feel that the entrapped Burial River had begun to produce a force that was pulling backwards, trying to pull all the ghosts back and return to their original trajectory.
The waves at this moment are just rapids that occasionally rush ashore. When exhausted, it is inevitable to fall back into the river again.
Qin Yang's head was heating up, and his thoughts had reached their limit without activating the Si Zi Jue.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through.
If there is no flaw, then create a flaw.
How to create a loophole? There is no way to break through.
No, it's just that you can't break through from the outside, you can only break through from the inside.
But how to break through internally? Impossible.
The only way is to let Lao Zongzi reveal his flaws.
But what can be done to make Lao Zongzi take the initiative to reveal his flaws?
A flash of light exploded in his mind.
Qin Yang thought of the drop of Drought Demon blood in his hand.
Put the essence and blood of the Earth Drought Demon into the Eye of the Sea, use the power of the devil's hand to carefully tear out a trace of strength from it, pull it out of the Eye of the Sea, and throw it into the big hand that is blocking the waves.
A trace of the power of Hanbao's essence and blood sank into the old eunuch's palm, and the fiery breath emerged, and traces of bloody lines appeared on the old eunuch's palm.
The old eunuch's expression changed.
"Hanbao essence and blood?"
The sudden increase in bloodline power immediately caused a chain reaction, and there were flaws in his control of power.
The big hand holding back the Burial River directly penetrated into the Burial River.
The tearing force of the Burial River forcibly surged up, wrapping him in the river water, and countless ghosts swarmed up.
And the wave finally broke into the main hall.
The old eunuch fell into the Burial River and seemed to find Qin Yang hiding in it, transforming into water.
His body was wrapped in countless ghosts, but he rushed over forcefully. He opened his mouth to suck the water that Qin Yang had transformed into, his fangs floated in his mouth, and corpse poison began to seep into the river water.
The water flow that Qin Yang transformed into was penetrated by the corpse poison and instantly took on a body shape. The old eunuch opened his mouth wide and suddenly stretched his neck several feet, biting Qin Yang's neck.
How could those ghosts allow the old eunuch to ruin their hopes? They rushed up like crazy, but they still couldn't stop the old eunuch.
Gray-black flowers bloomed on Qin Yang's body. His body seemed to have turned into a corpse, extremely stiff, and he watched helplessly as the fangs attacked and were about to bite him.
As soon as the thought occurred, the head of the puppet master, who was still erecting the corpse, appeared directly in the old eunuch's mouth.
"Click..."
The old eunuch had a huge mouth, and he held half of the puppet master's head in his mouth.
He bit into pieces the puppet master's flesh and blood disguise, bit the puppet master's body, and the four fangs broke in response.
Painful wails sounded, and the old eunuch's face was twisted in pain, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Qin Yang gritted his teeth, controlled the power of the black shadow, wrapped the old eunuch in it, and worked together with the black shadow to forcefully tear the old eunuch apart, trying to pull him directly into the eyes of the sea.
Living people are not allowed to enter the Burial River, but there are no such strict restrictions on dead people. At least this Burial River is not that strong.
However, the dead people here and the thousands of ghosts in the river have formed an irresolvable hatred since their lifetime, and contact with them will lead to death.
Zombies are neither alive nor dead. They are treated the same as living people when they are involved. It is not impossible to break free.
Theoretically, as long as it has the power to evaporate the entire water network in an instant, the power of the Burial River cannot trap him.
One effort can reduce ten levels, which can be applied most of the time.
As for the trick, unless he is like Qin Yang, he first gets familiar with a weaker Burial River and can completely integrate into it, and then enters the stronger Burial River in turn, adapts again, and completely integrates again.
Now that the old eunuch has discovered him, he can't keep him.
Now that we have such a good opportunity, if we don't take advantage of his illness and kill him, will he still be a human being?
Still want to bite me? I can’t kill you!
The old eunuch fell into the Burial River and used the power of the devil's hand to forcefully cover it. He broke out of the Burial River and was treated the same as those ghosts.
The corpse energy, death energy, yin energy, and all the power in his body spurted out like a volcano erupting.
When he regained consciousness and tried to struggle, the strength of the struggle was getting weaker and weaker. Qin Yang held one of the puppet master's legs with one hand, used it as a weapon, and beat the old eunuch's head crazily.
The body of the puppet master is the hardest thing Qin Yang has ever seen. Even if it is limited by Qin Yang's strength, it is enough to knock the old eunuch into rolling his eyes.
When the old eunuch's power plummeted to the divine gate, Qin Yang and the black shadow worked together to forcefully pull him into the eye of the sea.
At this time, the wave, which had lost the resistance of the old eunuch, had already rushed into the hall, rampaging through the hall, and submerging the entire hall.
Directly in front of the main hall, there is a mural painted on the wall, which outlines thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. In the center, there is an archway painted.
Qin Yang's body swam to the archway, crashed into the archway, and instantly escaped from the Burial River and disappeared.
After a while, the wave, which was carried by countless ghosts, finally exhausted its strength, and the Burial River began to show its power, and the river rolled back, which in turn carried countless ghosts inside, allowing them to return to their original place.
The farce that no one expected ended like this. Among the living and dead people still here, no one found Qin Yang who was buried in the river, and no one thought that a living person could enter or leave the river.
go.
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Zongdao, the ancestral temple of the Zong family.
However, as time went by, the Zong family fell into decline and experienced several changes. This ancestral temple was the original ancestral temple and was once built on the Feitian Cliff at the top of Zong Island.
Thirty to forty thousand years ago, due to a turmoil, Feitian Cliff was destroyed and everything fell into the sea. Today, the top of Zongdao has turned into a beach.
The family's ancestral temple has been rebuilt elsewhere, and the tablets in the ancestral temple have also been redone.
After tens of thousands of years, no one can remember that the clan's ancestral temple was destroyed once.
On the seabed ten miles away from Zongdao, beneath a large coral reef and hundreds of feet of solid rock, a spiritual light emerged, and Qin Yang's figure suddenly appeared.
The surrounding rocks suppressed his body, and as his thoughts moved, a space opened up in the rocks.
After digging through the surrounding stones, Qin Yang saw where he came out.
A piece of wood about ten feet wide and several feet long.
Without having time to look further, Qin Yang immediately grabbed the wooden board and picked it up to refine it.
After completing this step, I started to look at the board.
The dark wood board is of good quality, but it is far from the level of sacred wood. There are even many coffins in Qin Yang's inventory that are made of better materials than this board.
However, this wooden board was buried here without any damage. It was only covered with a layer of solid stone on the surface. It seemed that it had been buried underground for too long.
After carefully cleaning away the hard stones stuck on the surface, Qin Yang could clearly see what this wooden board was.
It seems to be a long table with broken legs, but on the surface of the long table, there is a map of mountains and rivers drawn thousands of miles away.
At first glance, I suddenly feel that thousands of mountains and rivers are rushing towards my face in the vast mist. Within a short distance, I feel that thousands of miles are far away. The brushstrokes are informal and majestic. It seems that in just a stroke of a brush, the mountains, mountains and rivers are full of their spirit, and they are vivid.
on the painting.
On the left side of the painting, you can still see the ancient calligraphy signature.
Daoxuan gave it to his close friend Hailan.
He had heard these two names mentioned by the puppet master, Daoxuan was the painter, and Hailan was the illusionist.
Qin Yang scratched his head, quite surprised.
Looking at this picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the mountains and rivers on it all made him feel very familiar.
I took out my notebook and compared the maps I had sketched out one by one. I found that there were quite a few differences with the topography and terrain in the Death World, but the overlap with the topography and topography of the Phantom Sea was extremely high.
Fantasy sea...
Laying the board flat, standing in front of it, Qin Yang stretched out his hand, pretending to hold a pen, and drew on it.
The image of the painter painting this picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers comes to mind.
After a while, Qin Yang opened his eyes with admiration on his face and full of admiration.
This is the true power of the Twelve Masters of the ancient human race, and it really cannot be compared to that mentally retarded copycat of the Puppet Master.
No one knows where the Phantom Sea is, and no one can find it.
Now I understand it in my heart.
The Fantasy Sea is not a secret realm at all, nor does it exist in the wilderness. It is just a painting, a painting made by the artist himself.
This painting was given to the illusionist, who also used his own abilities to transform it internally. After countless years of evolution, it completely evolved into a world completely different from the wilderness.
The creatures derived there all possess the power of the illusionist.
Evolving living beings is not just something that can be done by being strong, it is a matter of destiny.
He reached out and stroked the wooden board, and he roughly understood what was going on in the world inside and outside.
When the painter was painting, his skills had reached such perfection that he not only completed a painting, but the table below was also penetrated by its power, leaving an identical painting on the table.
But the power was so strong and the mystery so wonderful that the painting printed on the table actually evolved into a world.
The so-called power penetrates the back of the paper and penetrates three-thirds of the wood, but it is nothing more than this.
It's really unreasonable.
The Fantasy Sea and the Death World have the same origin, but originally there was no connection. Since the tomb of the former Great Emperor was located in the Death World, the location of the Immortal Palace has been able to affect the same location in the Fantasy Sea due to the penetration of power.
, so a strange desert is created in the illusory sea.
Qin Yang even felt that the world of death itself may not be full of life and death, but just a descendant of the former emperor who forcibly transformed a world that might evolve into a mysterious world into the horrible state it is now.
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What a crime.
Now that this table has been refined, it is Qin Yang who has the final say as to whether the exit in the world of death can come out.
Of course, Qin Yang immediately sealed the entrance and exit. The people inside would not be able to come out from that exit, unless they had the ability to smash the entire world directly from inside.
After the death world collapses, if you don't die, you can naturally break out.
Thinking back, the first generation head of the Zong family and the second-in-command of the Xuanjing Division was really confusing.
In her memory, she only mentioned ancient paintings, but she was not sure what they were.
Qin Yang never expected that the so-called ancient painting was actually a table.
After digging through the surrounding solid rocks, we also found that some of the writings were blurred and could vaguely be seen as tablets.
After thinking about it for a moment, this table painting should have been placed in the most conspicuous place from the beginning, as a table for displaying the tablets of ancestors of the clan.
But why was it buried underground?
After thinking about it, it may be because the ancestral temple was destroyed back then. I heard that the clan family had many disputes.
Zong Chenxi never imagined until her death that she tried her best to hide things in the most conspicuous but least likely to be discovered place. Unfortunately, her descendants were not able to live up to the expectations. Due to family disputes, even the ancestral temple was destroyed.
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This treasure was not discovered by Daying's people, but it was also lost in the hands of the Zong family.
I put away the table paintings and dug along the underground network. After digging through the solid rock, I discovered that this place turned out to be the bottom of the sea.
When I came out of the sea, I looked around and discovered Zongdao immediately.
Qin Yang was immediately happy. He actually guessed correctly. The original ancestral hall was smashed and fell into the sea. The treasures also sank to the bottom of the sea. As the years passed, they were slowly buried underground and turned into solid rocks.
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Seeing Zongdao, Qin Yang turned his eyes and thought about it.
After burying the Starfall Formation at the bottom of the sea and throwing the table into the formation, Qin Yang himself followed the blue hole and re-entered the original path, lying in the Burial River and floating to the world of death.
The place where he appeared was still the same place where he first appeared. He felt that the death energy in the whole world was making waves, and the Dayin Immortal Palace should not have calmed down yet.
After struggling for so long, the former emperor has not yet woken up. It must be that the people below felt that the matter was under control and there was no need to wake up the former emperor.
Or maybe the former emperor cannot wake up at all now, or it may be that he cannot wake up now.
No matter what, Qin Yang's heart dropped to his stomach when the former emperor didn't show his face.
Now you don’t have to worry about being stuck here. The first problem to be solved is solved and the artist’s table painting is in hand. What needs to be considered is the finishing issue.
He will definitely show up later. If the Huanhai clan knows that he did not leave through the Huanhai clan, then the Huanhai clan will naturally know that he left through the exit of the world of death.
The matter of the table painting was naturally exposed.
After weighing the pros and cons, killing Huan Hai's turtle grandson is definitely not as risky as exposing the matter.
And if the latter is exposed, the Huanhai clan will definitely fight him to the death with all the strength of the family. The former emperor's imperial mausoleum is in his hands, and the people of the previous dynasty will fight him to the death at all costs, and so will Da Ying's side.
Let him hand it over at any cost.
After all the calculations, no one should know that the table painting in his hand should be the first in line.
Now the last thing left to deal with is the countless ghosts buried in the river. Although almost all of those ghosts are irrational, some of the stronger ones are more or less conscious. There is also the kid who lost his power but recovered.
He has lost his consciousness, and I haven't seen him killed before, so he is probably still alive.
Walking in the world of death, Qin Yang probably had a clue in his heart.
Returning to the place that appeared in the death world before, the earth here has turned into a state after solidification of magma, resembling a black and hard honeycomb.
Counting the time, it was not long before sunrise.
He comes in from Zong Chenxi's resting place, and at sunrise, he will appear in the fantasy sea.
He needs to leave Huan Haishi's side before he can do the whole show.
Looking in the direction of Dayin Immortal Palace in the distance, Qin Yang secretly sighed, Huan Hai Mo and the three elders, at least one of them came back alive.
If he is the only one who survives, this plan will not work. When they reach the Fantasy Sea, the second elder will definitely kill him as soon as possible.
Wait, if it's sunrise and those two haven't come back yet, I can draw it from the table with just a thought.
Qin Yang was looking forward to it. The sunrise was getting closer and closer. When he was about to leave, he saw a stream of light falling from the sky.
Huan Hai's face turned pale and deathly in an instant. The third elder he was carrying was missing an arm and his eyes were gone. The deathly energy had soaked through him and he could no longer die.
After Huan Hai landed in an instant, his expression changed when he saw Qin Yang, and the muscles in his body tightened, but he didn't wait for him to say anything.
Qin Yang has already taken a step forward.
"It's almost sunrise, why did you come back? If it were any later, it would be too late!"
Amidst the sincerity, there is anxiety and a sense of jumping around.
Huan Hai couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he looked around.
"here……"
"Don't go here and there. The army of the dead here is crazy. How did you provoke them? There was a bone bird and a mad dog like that before, breathing fire everywhere, and it was about to spray fire here. I managed to escape with great difficulty.
Go quickly, go quickly, the sun is rising."
Qin Yang looked at the east, and the dark curtain had begun to open. He was slightly relieved after confirming that he could still go to the Fantasy Sea.
He couldn't help but grab Huan Hai's shoulder. He turned his head slightly and looked at Qin Yang stiffly. He didn't know what to say for a moment. What happened today was that everything was planned.
Now it seems that Qin Yang has no idea about the plot and is being chased by the army of the dead, but he is still ready to take him back to the Fantasy Sea as soon as possible. The Fantasy Sea feels a panic in his heart, and the feeling of guilt keeps rising.
In my heart, my lips were trembling, and I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything.
The army of the dead turned into black clouds and roared towards them. The aura on Huan Hai's body was disordered and he was extremely nervous.
But only Qin Yang could see that the speed of the dark curtain was far faster than any escape method. It was a powerful force that swept the world.
"Don't move, the sun is rising."
The moment the words fell, they had already appeared in the fantasy sea.
Huan Hai collapsed on the ground for an instant, his eyes dull. When he saw Qin Yang, a hint of complexity flashed through him.
The education he received since childhood has always put the Huanhai clan first. He also knew that he should do this. This time he secretly dug a hole for Qin Yang and let Qin Yang die. He knew that this was wrong, so he not only broke his promise
, which violates morality and is purely a villain’s behavior.
But he still felt that doing so was the right thing for Huan Hai.
But just now Qin Yang was waiting at the same place, a little anxious, but also full of sincere words. Facing the army of the dead, he could still grit his teeth and remember to bring him back to the fantasy sea.
Seeing Qin Yang lying on the ground gasping for breath, Huanhai's expression became more complicated for a moment. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong.
There is even a question in the mind, what would their ancestors, the famous ancestral illusionists left behind, do if faced with this situation?
Maybe the ancestors would not be a villain, but the ancestors would never be like them.
"Are you okay?" Qin Yang patted Huan Hai's shoulder.
Huan Hai woke up from his confusion in an instant, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"fine……"
Qin Yang looked at his look and sighed inwardly, his angle and stance were different, there was nothing to say.
No matter what, we didn't kill Setsuna Genkai and Elder Kamisun this time simply because they were only in the second order and didn't have enough priority.
Write down this account in a small notebook first, and settle accounts with them later.
Soon, the manta ray flew over, and the second elder landed. When he saw Huanhai Momo, Qin Yang, and the dead third elder, a cold light flashed in Er Zhanglai's eyes and he asked in a deep voice.
"What happened?"
"There was an accident. Back then, the emperor who built the imperial mausoleum was trapped and killed, and too many people were buried. Now, the ghosts in the Yin River are hard to get rid of their resentment. There are ghosts who have become a climate, leading countless ghosts.
Coupled with the Yin River, we rushed into the Immortal Palace. We were unlucky and happened to meet him.
The third elder tried his best to escort me out, and before sunrise, I met Captain Qin who came to rescue me."
Huan Hai had a bitter look on his face for a moment. This was what the third elder told him and what he himself concluded.
Commonly known as point back.
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