These people are all cultivators who have reached the high level of sainthood. In the past, they were either powerful overlords or famous masters in the evil way.
However, as the black-robed cultivator breathed, countless sinister and evil energies of death surged out from the corpses of those masters in the holy realm, rushing toward the black-robed cultivator!
As this strange and extraordinary black-robed cultivator breathed, the corpses of several masters who had reached the holy realm gradually turned into mummies, and finally turned into powder under the moonlight and scattered with the wind.
After Zhao Jiyuan saw the scene in front of him, he was immediately frightened and trembled all over, and couldn't help but say:
"This... what kind of monster is this guy? Is it a sinister ghost from hell?"
The Zhao clan guardian's eyes were bright, and he frowned as he stared at the black-robed cultivator, and then said in a deep voice:
"No, he is human.
This guy is the demon who escaped from the tomb, destroyed three human civilizations and killed many people - Zhan Jueshi!"
Before he finished speaking, the Zhao clan's mausoleum guard raised his hand to hit the black-robed cultivator with a rune seal specially designed to suppress the transformation of strong men into corpses. However, the old man in black robe raised his hand and struck out the rune seal.
The seal was shattered instantly.
The black-robed cultivator raised his head and laughed repeatedly, and then shouted loudly in the direction of the Zhao clan's holy mountain:
"I am a demon who has returned from purgatory! It is ridiculous that you try to suppress me with just this broken talisman!"
The guardian of the Zhao Clan's mausoleum said: "Zhan Jueshi, even if you practice the Demonic Sutra "Hell Reincarnation Sutra" handed down from ancient times, you can absorb the evil and evil death energy of the powerful people in the holy realm and force yourself to stay in the world.
It’s just turning yourself into a human being and a ghost.”
"Instead of forcing yourself to stay in this world with endless pain like you, why not follow the way of heaven and forgive your sins after reincarnation?"
The black-robed cultivator said: "Hmph! It won't take long for me to absorb enough evil and death energy to suppress the backlash in my body. If that happens, your Zhao clan will be overthrown!"
The Zhao clan guardian said: "Zhan Jueshi, do you dare to take off your mask and let us see what you look like now?"
The black-robed cultivator sneered: "Do you want to see it?
After I have sucked all your energy and blood, I will definitely let you take a good look at me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed cultivator soared into the sky while roaring furiously, slashing out a black sword energy that contained the wails of hundreds of ghosts and spanned a distance of dozens of miles in the direction of the Zhao Clan's Holy Mountain, as if he was going to destroy the Zhao Clan's Holy Mountain.
It collapsed and shattered in an instant!
The Zhao clan mausoleum guard summoned a golden war hammer from the void with his eyes fixed, and then poured spiritual energy into it, causing it to expand continuously and become huge, turning into a mountain-like black sword energy that was slashing towards the sky.
Bomb away.
At this time, Han Jiulin had returned to Zhao Qingcheng's side, staring at the huge golden war hammer that was as big as a mountain above the sky and couldn't help showing surprise.
Just because this golden war hammer is an out-and-out mid-level earth-mysterious spiritual weapon!
Zhao Qingcheng was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him, and then blurted out a sentence:
"Bei Haochui! Could it be that this old man guarding the mausoleum is really the ancestor of our Zhao clan?"
Han Jiulin said: "This ancestor of the Zhao clan has an extremely extraordinary level of cultivation. He has at least reached the ninth level of sainthood!"
"I didn't expect that a master with such a level of cultivation would be willing to guard the mausoleum in the Holy Cemetery..."
Zhao Qingcheng said: "If I guessed correctly, this old man guarding the mausoleum is the leader of our Zhao clan six hundred years ago, named Zhao Beijue."
"In the past, this patriarch offended a big shot in the Soul Controlling Clan in the Futu Sea Region, which ultimately led to the death of the only ancestor of the Mingxu Realm in our Zhao Clan in that incident."
"After that incident, the patriarch disappeared in the world. At that time, almost everyone thought that he died at the hands of the master of the Soul Controlling Family who had reached the realm of Mingxu!"
"But I didn't expect that this former patriarch would actually come to the Saint Cemetery to guard the tombs of our ancestors..."
"If I hadn't seen Bei Guo Hammer reappear in the world, I'm afraid I wouldn't be sure that this old man guarding the mausoleum is Zhao Beijue, the leader of the Zhao clan in the past."
Although the Zhao clan is one of the three ancient clans in the Qiongling Empire, if compared with the ancient clans of the Futu Sea Area, the Soul Taming clan, they are really far behind.
The ancestors of the soul-controlling clan in the Futu Sea once had a strong man who had reached the quasi-god realm. His foundation was even deeper than that of the Emperor Tian Shenshan, far beyond what the Zhao clan could match.
Zhao Qingcheng's expression was deeply worried, and he turned to Han Jiulin and said, "Zhan Jueshi has survived until now. Could it be that he has reached the realm of Mingxu?"
Han Jiulin said: "Not necessarily.
The reason why this Zhan Jueshi can still survive in the world should be related to the "Hell Reincarnation Sutra" spoken by the old patriarch of your Zhao clan."
"This old devil should have sucked the evil death energy from the corpse of a master who has reached the holy realm, so as to extend his life."
"It's just that even if Zhan Jueshi has not reached the realm of Mingxu, his cultivation and combat power are already infinitely close to those of a strong man in the realm of Mingxu!"
Before Han Jiulin could say this, envoy Du Xun stared at the black-robed cultivator suspended in the sky with an extremely frightened expression. Cold sweat was pouring from his forehead and his whole body was trembling.
Seeing his sudden behavior, Han Jiulin immediately asked, "Why are you so scared all of a sudden?"
Messenger Du Xun said: "He...he is the Revered Lord of our Yamaluo Sect!"
Han Jiulin couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard what envoy Du Xun said, and then continued to ask: "What did you say?
Is this Zhan Jueshi the reincarnating Mingzun within the Yamaluo Sect?"
Envoy Du Xun nodded repeatedly and immediately said: "There are two great lords in the Yamaluo Sect, they are called the celestial lord and the cyclic lord, and their status is higher than the six great lords!"
"I have had the honor to meet this Reverend Mingzun, and I am very familiar with the terrifying aura on his body!"
After hearing what envoy Du Xun said, Han Jiulin couldn't help but frown deeper, feeling that he had underestimated the power of the Yamaluo Sect.
Unexpectedly, even a terrifying demon like Zhan Jueshi surrendered to King Yama.
While Zhan Jueshi was fighting fiercely with the old Zhao clan guarding the mausoleum, a fat monk with a fat head and big ears quietly came to the outskirts of the Saint Cemetery and stared at the cracks in the space that were punched out in the sky.
He sighed and then went straight inside.
After a fierce battle, the old man guarding the mausoleum of the Zhao clan, with the help of the power of the thoughts of the ancestors of the Zhao clan, successfully suppressed Zhan Jueshi with the Northern Hammer, causing Tao Yin to escape from his body.