Han Jiulin said: "This Saint Cemetery is really extraordinary, there seems to be a lot of yin energy surging inside..."
Zhao Qingcheng said: "In fact, not only are countless masters of the Saint Realm buried in this Saint Cemetery, there are even some strong men of the Mingxu Realm buried in it."
"This has also led to the extremely strong evil spirit in the Saint Cemetery. Some people have even seen masters of the Mingxu Realm walking out of the tomb at night, thus absorbing the essence of heaven and earth!"
Zhao Jiyuan said: "No...no way, this is too creepy..."
Zhao Qingcheng looked at Zhao Jiyuan and chuckled, then said: "Yes, if you are really scared, it's not too late to go back home now!"
Zhao Jiyuan said: "No, I am also a first-rate master among the new generation of disciples. How could I be intimidated so easily?"
Just when Zhao Jiyuan spoke, an old man in a black gown teleported from the Saint Cemetery, glanced at Zhao Qingcheng, Han Jiulin and others, and then spoke without any fluctuation in tone.
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"This is the Holy Cemetery, and no one else is allowed to enter!"
Although this man only released a faint coercion, Han Jiulin still instinctively felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. This showed that this old man in a black gown must be an extraordinary master.
When Zhao Qingcheng saw the old man wearing a black gown, he immediately bowed respectfully to him and then said:
"Zhao Qingcheng of the Zhao clan has come to pay homage to his ancestors in the Holy Cemetery under the instruction of our elders."
After Zhao Qingcheng finished speaking, he took out a black gold token symbolizing his identity from the storage ring and handed it to the old man wearing a black gown.
Although the old man confirmed Zhao Qingcheng's identity after careful inspection, he still did not give way and just said lightly:
"It's dark today and it's not suitable to go inside. Please come back tomorrow."
Zhao Qingcheng said: "Actually, the reason why this junior is here at this time is because an ancestor of our clan passed away on this day a thousand years ago."
"That's why the elders of the clan ordered us to pay homage to our clan ancestors at midnight tonight!"
The old man in a black gown nodded slightly after hearing Zhao Qingcheng's words. After pondering for a moment, he continued:
"Okay, but you must be careful. The past few days have been full moon nights, and the Saint Cemetery is extremely unstable. If anything happens, you must leave immediately to avoid life threats!"
When Zhao Qingcheng heard that the old man guarding the Saint Cemetery finally relented and agreed to let him and his party enter the Saint Cemetery, he naturally thanked him and bowed deeply again.
Then Zhao Qingcheng took Han Jiulin, Zhao Jiyuan, Golden Xiaolong, and Du Xun envoys into the Saint Cemetery.
At the same time, on top of a towering cliff.
Lord Wuchang stared at the direction of the Saint Cemetery. After watching Han Jiulin and his entourage enter it, he couldn't help but sneer, and then said:
"I didn't expect that this kid Han Jiulin would actually come to the Saint Cemetery. He is really looking for death!"
"Venerable Lingyu, if I remember correctly, Reverend Mingzhuan should be cultivating in this Saint Cemetery, right?"
Venerable Lingyu said: "Not bad.
But Lunzhuan Mingzun is currently cultivating the Bible with the help of the evil spirit in the Saint Cemetery. It is the task of the two of us to get rid of Han Jiulin. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is best not to trouble him."
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After Han Jiulin and his party entered the Holy Cemetery, they felt waves of cold and evil energy coming towards their faces. Among them, Du Xun and Zhao Jiyuan, both of whom were weak in spiritual practice, felt bone-chilling and uncomfortable.
"Under that ancient monument is the tomb of our ancestors of the Zhao clan. It is said that all the luck of our Zhao clan is gathered in it. I don't know whether it is true or not."
Zhao Qingcheng pointed to a huge ancient monument under the full moon and felt the essence of the moonlight and said lightly.
Different from Zhao Qingcheng's indifference, Zhao Jiyuan seemed extremely excited at this time and said to Han Jiulin:
"This ancestor of our Zhao clan is very extraordinary. Not only has he lived for a full eight thousand years, but his cultivation level has also reached the sixth level of Mingxu. He is the number one master in the history of our Zhao clan.
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Han Jiulin stared at the ancient monument for a long time, but felt an inexplicable ominous premonition enveloped his heart, but he could not explain where this ominous premonition came from.
Because the matter was so important, Han Jiulin didn't say much, and just asked Zhao Qingcheng to take him first to find Zhan Jueshi's grave.
According to Zhao Qingcheng, Zhan Jueshi was a prisoner of the Zhao clan and was not qualified to be buried with the ancestors of the Zhao clan, so he was buried in a mountain stream in the back mountain.
After arriving at Zhan Wucha's tomb, Han Jiulin just used his senses to investigate, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said in surprise: "What's going on?
Why is Zhan Jueshi’s tomb empty?”
Zhao Jiyuan said: "How is it possible?
The coffins in which masters who have reached the holy realm are buried are all made of special materials, and there are magic circles arranged on top of the coffins. How do you know what is going on inside the coffins?"
Han Jiulin said: "Believe me, I don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing. The coffin of Zhan Jueshi is indeed empty."
Zhao Qingcheng frowned slightly and mobilized the power of "Xuanyin Holy Eyes", turning his eyes into silvery white color, and then looked towards the cemetery of Zhan Jueshi.
However, when Zhao Qingcheng used his "Xuanyin Holy Eyes" to investigate this time, his expression became even uglier than that of Han Jiulin, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "There is indeed no Zhan Jueshi corpse in this coffin! What is going on?
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When Zhao Jiyuan heard that his sister Zhao Qingcheng came to the same conclusion as Han Jiulin after using the "Xuanyin Holy Eyes" to investigate, he couldn't help but show surprise and immediately said:
"How could this happen?
Could it be that someone sneaked into the Saint Cemetery and stole the corpse of Zhan Jueshi?"
Zhao Qingcheng said: "It is not impossible. After all, the power of the magic circle here is only to protect the tombs of our ancestors from villains, but those sinners are not protected by the power of the magic circle."
"In this case, even if a thief does come here and steal Zhan Jueshi's bones, it is not impossible."
Han Jiulin used the power of mental induction to explore the surroundings, but he shook his head slightly, and then said:
"No, if the visitor came to rob the tomb, why did they only steal the corpse of Zhan Jueshi, but not also the corpses of the other sinners who entered the realm of saints?"
Han Jiulin turned around and retreated tens of meters away before opening his mouth, then pointed to a short tombstone below and said:
"The sinner buried under this tombstone is a master who has reached at least the seventh level of sainthood, and he is only less than a hundred meters away from Zhan Jueji's tomb."
"The value of the corpse of a seventh-grade saint master shouldn't need to be said, right?
But his tomb shows no trace of being touched at all, and the corpse inside is still lying in the coffin!"