The mausoleum also doesn't have a name. Just looking at the scale, you know that the owner is extraordinary.

Under the stars and sand, is a gate made of clutched wood.

Clutch muno is the wood of the acacia tree, but this tree has already perished in the wild era.

Now where you can still see this kind of clutch wood, I am afraid that only these ancient relics remain.

Xu Zimo walked in front of the gate and saw an old picture carved on the gate.

It was a figure, but it was a little fuzzy.

The figure is holding a long halberd, wearing a blue golden sandy coat, her eyes are hollow, and her long blue hair is scattered.

Just as Xu Zimo's hands were on the door, a powerful force bounced him away.

Then the whole tomb began to turbulence.

The big earthquake cracked, the irregular tombs around them also collapsed, and the howling wind blew through the cemetery.

The **** emperor said calmly: "You touched the prohibition of the tomb."

"Prohibition?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Yes, every tomb here has its own restrictions, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for the dead."

God Emperor explained: "If you want to enter the tomb, you must break the restrictions."

Xu Zimo surrounds him.

I saw the graves in those cemeteries, a pair of hands thrown aside the upper soil and crawled out of the ground.

This relatively large tomb is like a king in a radius of one kilometer.

His prohibition was triggered, and the small tombs around them all became turbulent.

In these small tombs, the existence that crawled out was related to their cultivation base during their lifetime.

People with low cultivation base are now boneless.

Those with a high level of cultivation still retain their physical body, but their clothes are a bit torn.

They seemed to be puppets one by one, walking corpses, all killing them at Xu Zimo.

I swept it at a glance, there were dozens of them.

"These people are not gods, and there is nothing to watch out for," the **** emperor laughed.

"They are probably like servants of gods.

When I came to the ruins of the gods, I stopped in front of this mausoleum. I suspect that the master of this mausoleum is a real god.

I didn't go in until I had doubts. "

As the **** emperor explained, the power in his hand gushed out.

The profound meaning he comprehend is divine power.

The golden divine power carries a noble dignity, slowly flowing in his hands.

He flicked his finger, and in that moment, that divine power burst out with great light.

rose into the sky, isolating the snow from the sky above the head.

Golden light enveloped the entire sky.

is like a vast ocean, branched out by countless rivers.

The golden light fell, floating light and leaping gold, bright and dazzling.

, the walking corpses that killed the two of them were all covered by golden light, and then their bodies disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A golden light, everything is irresistible.

This is divine.

"I suddenly remembered a question," Xu Zimo smiled.

"What?" God Emperor asked.

"What is your relationship with the Protoss?"

The power of the **** emperor Xu Zimo had felt in Chu Tianyang, the saint son of the **** race, when he was fighting for the fate of the gods. It was very similar to the power.

Before that, he had never thought about the relationship between the God Emperor and the Protoss.

Shenmen is an independent force after all.

"It was a family tens of thousands of years ago," the **** emperor laughed.

"You don't want to say, I don't want 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 **** emperor replied.

"Yes, it's grievance again," Xu Zimo waved his hand.

He didn't bother to listen.

I just asked casually.

put his hands on the door, his body surged and pressed down hard, the door that had been sealed for a long time was finally opened slowly with the sound of "creaking".

The air inside was very cloudy, and a pungent smell came out.

should be because the dust has been sealed for too long and the air has not circulated.

and the light is very poor, extremely dim.

"Let's go," Xu Zimo took the lead in walking in, the space inside was quite vast.

Just as they walked in, they heard a "bang" sound, and the door behind them closed automatically.

The two looked at each other and then continued to walk forward.

This is a very narrow tunnel, there is no end in front, and I don't know where to lead.

After ten minutes of walking, the line of sight in front of him finally widened.

The two came to the inside of a hall.

There are many luminous pearls around this hall, and they still emit a faint light.

In the central hall, there are nine blood coffins.

Each blood coffin is hung in the air with an iron chain, suspended.

"Who is breaking into the resting place of my lord?" A hoarse voice came from inside the blood coffin.

followed by a while.

"Two great emperors in one era are a wonder of the ages."

"Who are you?" the **** emperor asked.

The two were seen through by a glance, and more importantly, the other party did not have a trace of fear.

was just a little surprised.

"You come to me to wait for the tomb, but I don't know who I am waiting for," the voice in the nine blood coffins replied.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, this is not our time.

The name of has already passed by with the passage of time, wait for you to leave, we will not embarrass you. "

"We don't want to fight with the predecessors," the **** emperor laughed.

"I just came to ask for a few things."

The voice in the blood coffin paused for a moment before asking, "What?"

"Shen Jing."

"Impossible," the **** emperor was interrupted as soon as he uttered two words.

"The **** crystals after the gods fall are extremely precious. More importantly, this is a blasphemy against the gods."

"We don't care if it is profanity or disrespect," Xu Zimo said.

"We can't come for nothing."

"In that case, let's fight," the existence in the blood coffin said lightly.

"Bang bang bang" nine sounds came from the side.

I saw noises coming from the nine blood coffins. These people did not drag their feet, they were very simple.

As the coffin board was opened, nine figures walked out of it.

These are nine elders wearing red gowns that are all dressed together.

Everyone is as thin as 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 more than two meters tall.

Every one of them has a flash of light in their eyes.

Under the big red shirt, it was like a storm, very powerful.

"People in this post-era are becoming more and more defiant," only one of the old men said.

"That's better than relying on the old and selling old," Xu Zimo smiled.

"Little baby, when we are horizontal and horizontal, you are afraid that you have not been born yet," the old man replied faintly.

"I wanted to withdraw from the post-era, but there are constant disturbances. You have to pay a price to be at ease?"

"Then it depends on whether you have that ability," the **** emperor said lightly.