The mausoleum also has no name, but just by looking at its size, you can tell that the owner is extraordinary.
Under the starry sand is a door made of clutch wood.
Lihemu is the wood of the acacia tree, but this tree has perished as early as the wilderness era.
Today, the only places where you can still see this kind of Lihemu are these ancient ruins.
Xu Zimo walked to the gate and saw a very ancient picture engraved on the gate.
It was a human figure, but it was a little blurry.
The figure holds a halberd and wears a blue gold-sand-lined garment. His eyes are empty and dull, and his long blue hair is spread out.
Just as Xu Zimo put his hands on the door, a powerful force pushed him away.
Immediately afterwards, the entire area around the tomb began to commotion.
The earthquake cracked, the irregular mausoleums around it collapsed, and the howling wind blew through the cemetery.
The God Emperor said calmly: "You have violated the restrictions of the tomb."
"Restricted?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Yes, every mausoleum here has its own prohibition, which is a kind of protection for the deceased."
The God Emperor explained: "If you want to enter the tomb, you must break the restriction."
Xu Zimo surrounded him.
On the graves in the cemetery, I saw a pair of hands throwing away the upper soil and crawling out from the ground.
This relatively large mausoleum is like the king of a land with a radius of one kilometer.
His restriction was triggered, and all the small tombs around him started to stir.
The existences crawling out of these small tombs are all related to their cultivation during their lifetimes.
People with low cultivation levels are now reduced to white bones.
People with high cultivation still retain their physical bodies, but their clothes are a little tattered.
They seemed to be puppets and zombies, and they all came towards Xu Zimo and the two of them.
At a glance, there can be dozens of them.
"These people are not gods, and there is nothing to be wary of," the God Emperor said with a smile.
"They are probably similar to the servants of the gods.
When I came to the ruins of the gods before, I stopped in front of this tomb. I suspected that the owner of this tomb was a real god.
I had some scruples so I didn’t go in.”
As the God Emperor explained, the power in his hand spurted out.
The secret he understood was divine power.
The golden divine power, with a sense of noble dignity, slowly flowed in his hands.
He flicked his finger, and in an instant, the divine power burst out with a boundless ray of light.
Soaring into the sky, isolating the heavy snow above our heads.
Golden light enveloped the entire sky.
It's like a vast ocean branching out into countless rivers.
This golden light falls, floating light jumps into the gold, bright and dazzling.
Below, the walking corpses that were killing the two people were all covered in golden light, and then their bodies disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A golden light makes everything irresistible.
This is divinity.
"I suddenly thought of a question," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"What?" God Emperor asked.
"What is your relationship with the Gods?"
This kind of power of the God Emperor was very similar to what Xu Zimo had experienced from Chu Tianyang, the Holy Son of the God Clan, when he was fighting for destiny.
Before this, he had never thought about the relationship between the God Emperor and the God Clan.
After all, Shenmen is an independent force.
"We were one family tens of thousands of years ago," the God Emperor smiled.
"If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you to ask," Xu Zimo replied.
"It's not that I don't want to say it, I just don't want to mention that race again," the God Emperor replied.
"Yes, it's a grudge again," Xu Zimo waved his hand.
He didn't bother to listen anymore.
It was just a casual question.
Putting his hands on the door, the spiritual energy in his body surged, and he pressed hard. The door that had been covered in dust for a long time finally opened slowly with a "creak" sound.
The air inside was very turbid, and a pungent smell came out.
It should be because it has been kept dusty for too long and there is no air circulation.
And the light was very poor, extremely dim.
"Let's go," Xu Zimo took the lead and walked in. The space inside was quite spacious.
As soon as the two walked in, they heard a "bang" sound, and the door automatically closed behind them.
The two looked at each other and then continued walking forward.
This is a very narrow tunnel with no end in sight and no idea where it will lead.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the view ahead finally became wider.
The two came to a large hall.
There are many luminous pearls placed around the hall, which still emit a faint light today.
In the central hall, there are nine blood coffins.
Each blood coffin is suspended in the air with iron chains.
"Who broke into the resting place of our Lord?" A hoarse voice came from the blood coffin.
Then there was a burst of lightness.
"Two great emperors in one era are a strange thing through the ages."
"Who are you?" God Emperor asked.
The two of them were able to see right through each other at a glance, and more importantly, the other didn't show any fear at all.
Just a little surprised.
"You come to our mausoleum, but you don't know who we are," the voice in the nine blood coffins replied.
"But it doesn't matter anymore, this is not our time.
Your name has already passed with time, so please leave, we won't embarrass you."
"We don't want to fight with our predecessors," the God Emperor said with a smile.
"Just came to ask for a few things."
The voice in the blood coffin paused for a moment, and then asked: "What is it?"
"God Crystal."
"Impossible," the God Emperor was interrupted as soon as he said these two words.
"The divine crystals after the death of the gods are extremely precious, and more importantly, this is blasphemy against the gods."
"We don't care if it's blasphemous or disrespectful," Xu Zimo said.
"We can't come here in vain."
"In that case, let's fight," the being in the blood coffin said calmly.
"Bang bang bang" nine sounds came from the side.
I saw noises coming from the nine blood coffins. These people were not sloppy and were very straightforward.
As the coffin board was opened, nine figures walked out of it.
These are nine old men, wearing the same red gown.
Everyone is as thin as dry wood, without flesh and blood, as if the skin is covering the bones.
The only difference is that they have different heights, some are as short as a child, and some are over two meters tall.
Each of them had a glimmer of light in their eyes.
Under that broad red shirt, there was a powerful force like a violent storm.
"People in this post-modern era are becoming more and more arrogant," one of the old men said.
"That's better than relying on the old and showing off," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Little baby, I'm afraid you weren't even born when we were fighting," the old man replied calmly.
"I wanted to withdraw from the post-era era, but there are constant turmoils. Do you have to pay the price to feel at ease?"
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability," the God Emperor said calmly.
