The entire depths of the Demonic Mist Burial Pit became quiet again.
Jun Xiaoyao stood tall and tall, but frowned indifferently.
In Lu Yuan, there was also the death of Long Qingxuan.
They all said similar words to Chen Xuan now.
The most important thing is that before they died, they all seemed to see a figure in the mark.
Jun Xiaoyao thought deeply for a moment.
It seems that things are getting more interesting.
But that’s okay, it’s lonely without an opponent.
Jun Xiaoyao is looking forward to seeing a real opponent appear.
At this time, a stream of light suddenly merged into Jun Xiaoyao's body.
Jun Xiaoyao took a look and found that it was a breath of luck.
It must be Chen Xuan's luck seed.
After Chen Xuan's luck was integrated into Jun Xiaoyao's body.
Jun Xiaoyao found that the color of his purple luck seeds became a little darker.
It seemed that more luck was blessing him.
Jun Xiaoyao was noncommittal about this.
He is a luck hunter and has no worries about luck at all.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay attention to the changes in the seeds of luck, but focused his attention on the Divine Book of Ten Thousand Dharmas.
His footsteps swept forward and he landed on the blood quagmire.
At this time, he noticed a kind of field pressure, which attracted him to fall into the blood quagmire.
At the same time, my mind began to become confused, as if there were countless demonic voices filling my ears.
Jun Xiaoyao's face is calm, his soul is in control, and he is calm and focused.
Now his spiritual cultivation is not bad, and he will not be affected by this at all.
As soon as he stepped forward, the chaotic energy spread out in a mighty manner, and his figure instantly jumped into the air and landed in front of the white bones.
"Presumably this person is a former disciple of Emperor Xuan Yi."
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it and raised his hand to grab it.
The Divine Book of All Laws fell into his hands.
Jun Xiaoyao can feel the power of Tao and laws contained in the Divine Book of Ten Thousand Dharmas.
Even thicker than the Heavenly Dao Staff.
No wonder it is said that Emperor Xuanyi can use the Divine Book of Ten Thousand Dharmas to enlighten all living beings and open the door to their talents.
But Jun Xiaoyao is not that great, and he doesn’t want to rely on the Divine Book of All Dharma to teach others.
After Jun Xiaoyao got it, he just extracted the laws and principles in them to help him understand the laws.
After all, it is not that simple to understand the Three Thousand Laws.
Jun Xiaoyao's talent is unparalleled even though he is a monster.
But it also requires some assistance to practice faster.
After putting away the Divine Book of Ten Thousand Dharmas, Jun Xiaoyao was also preparing to leave.
This immortal place can be regarded as the burial place of these children of fate.
Not only Chen Xuan.
Dongfang Hao is also on Jun Xiaoyao's list.
Jun Xiaoyao walked away.
He felt the special atmosphere of this place and also expressed his thoughts.
The strange aura in this magic mist burial pit is somewhat similar to the strange aura in no man's land, but not exactly the same.
It seems like different branches from the same source.
Thinking again of the Immortal Relics Land, it fell from the sky.
"Could it be..."
Jun Xiaoyao thought secretly.
This world is still too big.
Even the vast boundless sea is just a corner.
If the world-ending black disaster in the world sea is finally solved.
He will definitely return to the Nine Heavens Fairyland and ask the Jun family about the true truth of this world.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, feeling that he was thinking a little too far.
He left the Demon Mist Burial Pit directly.
Then he rode on Peng Feiyang and left.
After Jun Xiaoyao left.
Those people from the Golden Scale clan who left the Demonic Mist Burial Pit early.
They didn't wait for Chen Xuan to come back.
They knew in their hearts that Chen Xuan was afraid that like Wang Zhenxuan, he would stay in that place forever.
Thinking of this, these Jinlin tribe members also set out to return to their tribe.
And the other side.
Outside the territory of the Golden Scale Clan.
Another figure appeared.
It was a young monk with a delicate face, wearing simple Buddhist robes, with ancient Buddhist patterns between his eyebrows, hinting at golden light.
The whole person seems to have a sense of spiritual wisdom.
It was none other than Wenhui Buddha from Dongling Temple.
Buddha Wenhui also came to the land of immortal relics.
There was some inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he came to the Golden Scale Clan.
It seemed that somehow, this place had some kind of fate with him.
Then Wen Hui Fozi also entered the Golden Scale Clan.
The elder of the Golden Scale Clan appeared again.
Seeing someone coming again, the elders of the Golden Scale Clan were also surprised.
Wenhui Buddha saw this and asked.
After learning that Chen Xuan had been here, he was shocked.
The ancient Buddha patterns in my mind seem to have Buddha light looming, and some kind of spiritual wisdom.
"Dare I ask the clan elder, Brother Chen Xuan is now..." Wenhui Fozi asked.
"He went to the Demon Mist Burial Pit." said the Golden Scale Clan veteran.
Wenhui Buddha frowned slightly when he heard this.
He had a vague sense of ominous premonition.
The elder of the Golden Scale Tribe said as if he suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, little friend, please come with me to a place."
Wenhui Buddha was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
The elder of the Jinlin tribe took Wenhui Buddha to the place where the wordless inscription was located.
Before, when Chen Xuan left, he said that if anyone comes to see him, he will be led to this wordless inscription.
The elder of the Golden Scale Clan just remembered, so he brought Wenhui Fozi here.
Wenhui Buddha's heart was suddenly touched when he saw this wordless inscription.
He stretched out his hand and affixed a wordless inscription.
Suddenly, a message was transmitted to his mind.
"If I fall, the person who kills me will be Yun Xiao, the son of the Yun Sheng Emperor Palace."
"The Heavenly Dao Staff was also taken away by him."
"If you are my disciple, you will avenge me in the future."
Wenhui Buddha's face was shocked, and his heart could not calm down.
Sure enough!
Before, when he first met Chen Xuan, he felt inexplicably friendly.
It seems that there is a kind of destiny.
But at that time, Chen Xuan was too cautious and did not reveal anything.
Therefore, Wenhui Buddha did not delve into it deeply, but he actually had some idea in his mind.
And now, I got this news.
He finally understood that Chen Xuan was indeed the reincarnation of Emperor Master Xuan Yi.
"Master..."
Asking about the wisdom of the Buddha caused a stir in the state of mind.
At this moment, a group of Golden Scale tribesmen who went to the Demonic Mist Burial Pit returned.
Informed of the situation there.
To put it simply, Chen Xuan is probably gone.
When the disciple Wenhui Buddha heard this, he felt angry and full in his heart.
He went directly to the Demonic Mist Burial Pit alone and entered it.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
The depths of the Demonic Mist Burial Pit are full of dangers.
But Wen Hui Fozi is not that simple a character.
On the center of his eyebrows, the ancient Buddha patterns bloom with Buddha light and drive away evil spirits.
In the end, he only saw a fragment of clothing in the depths of the Demonic Mist Burial Pit.
Seeing this fragment, Wenhui Fozi could no longer hold back his hatred.
He was still late.
I asked Hui Buddha that he had hatred in his heart and hated himself. Why did he not realize it until now?
"The person who killed Master was Yun Xiao..."
Wenhui Buddha, as a Buddhist, there is a coldness in his eyes at this moment.
Since his destiny telepathy was correct, Chen Xuan was indeed his master.
Then, what he sensed about the Great Xia Crown Prince, Xia Yu Hua, should be right.
His predecessor, Dongling Buddha Emperor, was dedicated to guarding the Demon Realm and guarding the remains of the empress.
And since he can have some kind of reaction to Xia Yu's paintings.
In other words, that Xia Yu painting is very likely related to the reincarnation of the mysterious empress.
Even, maybe!
Thinking of this, Wenhui Fozi had a cold look in his eyes.
He knew that with his current strength, it was impossible to avenge Chen Xuan and defeat Jun Xiaoyao.
Even if he is the reincarnation of Dongling Buddha Emperor, he cannot deal with Jun Xiaoyao.
He still has this bit of self-knowledge.
However, this does not mean that those who ask for wisdom will give up.
"I must expose Yun Xiao and Xia Yuhua's true colors and let the world know the truth."
Wenhui Buddha was thinking, and suddenly he thought of something.
Sansheng Palace!
Sansheng Palace has always been responsible for suppressing the Blood Moon Disaster.
In fact, the reason why the mysterious empress was suppressed was thanks to the founder of Sansheng Hall, the Sansheng Emperor!
"I may not be able to deal with the emperor's son from Yun Sheng Imperial Palace."
"But Sansheng Palace is fine."
"Go find the priest of Sansheng Hall, Yuan Ruyi!"
Ask Hui Fozi to make up his mind.
He must expose it to the world.
Jun Xiaoyao was the one who killed Emperor Xuanyi's master and captured the staff of heaven.
And Xia Yuhua is the reincarnation of the mysterious empress!
