In front of you is a stretch of mountains, with undulating peaks gradually rising higher and higher, and countless precipitous peaks guarding a towering peak in the center.
Qin Yang's eyes were full of fear. When he looked into the distance before, he hadn't noticed anything yet. He just thought that this place was just a relatively dense group of tombs.
But when I actually arrived here, I could see clearly that the five or six hundred-foot-high peak in the front was not a peak, but a tombstone!
The tombstone has experienced years of precipitation, and the dust that has settled on it has solidified into stone. When viewed from a distance, the tombstone is mixed with the mountain peaks, making it difficult to distinguish them.
Furthermore, how could you imagine that the tombstone alone is five to six hundred feet high.
Qin Yang's face was full of astonishment and horror. This tomb group was actually just a mausoleum?
What a joke, we have just entered the 30-mile distance from the ancestral tomb, how could a mausoleum of this size appear!
At this moment, I looked at this group of tombs again, and I immediately discovered that this place is surrounded by stars and the moon, and the scorching sun is shining brightly. The strength of this person in his life was at least four or five realms higher than his own. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a scale.
It cannot support this scale.
In the mountains, there are endless ebony trees, but there is no trace of life. The vitality is vigorous, constantly spurting out. After a while, it is like a giant dragon sucking water, and is swallowed into the mountains again, like a god and demon vomiting.
The sky and the earth are awe-inspiring, and there are black lights, like divine rainbows, leaping and moving, seeming to show the glory of the tomb owner when thousands of people came to pay homage.
It's just that everything is filled with a great terror that makes people tremble. This is the abyss of death and a forbidden place for living things.
At least after entering the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb, this mausoleum is definitely the scariest one I have ever seen. It is not at the same level as the previous ones.
Before he even got close, the surging death energy forced him to activate the Blood Lama to protect himself, and he held Yimu essence crystals under his tongue to replenish his constantly depleted vitality.
Stepping here, Qin Yang's body stiffened, his soul beat, and he was already frantically sending out warning signs. He could not take another step. If he took another step, it would immediately trigger a great terror, and there would be no way to survive.
A divine light bloomed in Qin Yang's eyes, and he opened his eyes forcefully, trying to get a glimpse of the true face of this stretching mausoleum.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, Qin Yang immediately let out a scream. Blood gurgled in his eyes like a spring, and the eye sockets seemed to be burned by fire, which was extremely miserable.
Qin Yang took three steps back and regained his vitality. He dripped spiritual liquid into his eyes. After a long while, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and he was almost blind.
Qin Yang turned pale with fear and did not dare to look any further. It was so terrifying.
Among them, the formations and restrictions occasionally have the tendency to transform into spirits, and the divine light is like the scorching sun, enough to blind people's eyes.
Just in that one glance, I saw several strange phenomena.
The death energy turns into a god, swallowing clouds and mist, so that everything in the tomb will not be wasted by time, but will become stronger and stronger. The mythical beast carries the monument and constantly sings the great achievements of the tomb owner's life. Countless dead souls pay homage to it.
Living in it is as if the mausoleum itself is a shrunken divine kingdom.
Opening the map, Qin Yang checked his position for a long time, and then realized that he was slightly off the direction. This place was marked on the map as a dead end, and strangers were not allowed to enter.
Qin Yang turned around to leave and avoided this place.
After walking a few steps, his expression changed and he looked at the storage bags hanging on his waist.
Where else is a better place to discard these things than here?
There is nothing more suitable!
Throw it here. Even if the duo of a man and a woman have extraordinary skills, if they know that all the things have been thrown here, will they dare to go in and investigate?
Besides, this is the only place that is most suitable for you to escape.
Everything fell into this mausoleum. No matter who you think about it, you will think that you will also fall here and die cleanly, but they can't go in to confirm.
If it were thrown away in advance, the dog-male and female duo might immediately wonder if they had seen through their tricks.
"The spiritual weapon I obtained for the first time in my life actually had to be destroyed by myself..." Qin Yang sighed with regret on his face, but without any hesitation in his movements, he grabbed a storage bag and threw it away with force.
Enter the tombs.
The storage bag turned into an afterimage and flew out with a whoosh. There was a flash of light in the distance, and the death energy as rich as black ink seemed to surge like a tidal wave, instantly submerging the storage bag.
Qin Yang took out the embroidered purse again, with a trace of reluctance on his face.
This embroidered purse is not only large in space, but it is also the first time that I have obtained a trophy from someone who is much stronger than myself. It also comes from a person who has been peeping at my tall body and handsome face, and has a unique vision.
She is also a coquettish bitch who is one of the eighteen famous weapons.
The commemoration is of great significance...
"Farewell, from now on, we are really far apart. We will never meet again, and the last trace of our bond has disappeared." Qin Yang murmured to himself, throwing the embroidered purse out...
"Pfft..."
The embroidered purse was submerged in the air of death and disappeared.
The last storage bag contained a sledgehammer with a broken handle. Qin Yang felt the most complicated about this thing. He was convinced that it was a good thing, but it had no other use than carrying it around.
"Originally, I was going to take you to a latrine for suppression, but the comparable latrines here are much higher quality. As your burial place, your quality will definitely be high enough. Goodbye, old friend..."
Qin Yang shouted, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. With a flick of his wrist, the storage bag turned into an afterimage and fell into the mausoleum with a whoosh, and was thrown as far away as possible...
"Pfft..."
The infinite death energy enveloped the storage bag, and the storage bag collapsed and dissipated in an instant...
Everything inside was shattered in an instant, except for a sledgehammer with a broken handle, a red light flashed on the surface, and half of a sleepy, bald chicken head emerged from the sledgehammer with a broken handle.
After seeing the scene around him, Chou Ji was shocked. The sleepiness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and red light burst out from his eyes, piercing through all the dead energy.
At a glance, he saw Qin Yang waving his hands in the distance with a look of melancholy and reluctance, as if he had just bid farewell to his best friend for the last time...
Sent to the incinerator of the crematorium...
"Qin Yang! Qin Youde! Your uncle! You are so damn lacking in virtue! You..." The ugly chicken screamed at the top of his lungs. Before he could finish his scream, he was sprayed with black ink-like death energy.
Face……
The ugly chicken's eyes were full of frustration, and he kept coughing. He was forced to retract his head and immerse himself in the broken-handled sledgehammer.
"Qin Youde! My ancestor is not done with you!"
Standing outside the mausoleum, Qin Yang looked puzzled: "It seemed like someone called my name just now?"
Qin Yang's complexion suddenly turned pale as paper, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him, chilling him from head to toe.
How could this tomb owner be so powerful that he could forcibly capture my name from somewhere? This is littering, and people are dissatisfied?
Thinking of this, Qin Yang quickly took out three handfuls of spiritual incense, burned it, stuck it on the ground, and apologized respectfully.
"Senior, I'm sorry, my junior's strength is low, I'm really helpless, I hope you can forgive me..."