This is no joke. Once they fail, the two of them will be wanted by the entire Taixuan Sect. No one knows how they will die by then.
"Lin...Brother Lin, can you do it?"
It's not that he doesn't want to believe Zhou Qiankun, but in his eyes, Zhou Qiankun has been exposed to the formation for only one year, and it takes one year to crack the Xuanji formation. No one will believe it.
Which of the Xuanjie Array Masters is not a century-old monster?
Zhou Qiankun was speechless as he watched cold sweat break out on his face.
You don’t believe me that much?
Silently, a gap appeared in the formation.
The process of breaking the formation was very simple, so simple that the little fat man was stunned on the spot.
Is this broken?
Meng Huo looked at Zhou Qiankun with admiration in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Brother Lin, you are really amazing."
Zhou Qiankun smiled and said: "Let's go in quickly, don't let the secrets in the ancestral graves wait too long."
The two of them carefully walked into the ancestral grave, and a huge stone monument suddenly appeared in front of them.
There are several large characters engraved on the stone tablet: "Taixuan Gate Forbidden Area".
The font is strong and powerful, and there is heaven and earth in the words, which makes people's soul be sucked into it.
Looking at that word, what I see is not a word, but a valley of death, which makes me feel cold all over and makes me want to retreat.
Zhou Qiankun used the Divine Art of Ten Thousand Daos to easily escape from it.
I admired in my heart: "It is indeed the method of the great monk of the Divine Palace. It is really shocking. One word can describe the power of heaven and earth."
Next to him, Meng Huo was completely lost.
Zhou Qiankun shook his head and his momentum shook, bringing him back to reality.
Meng Huo's head was covered in thick cold sweat. He was so weak that he could hardly stand still.
The whole person looked sad and said: "Lin...Brother Lin, this place is too weird, let's go back!"
He was frightened by these five words. Just five words were so dangerous. Entering the ancestral grave, who knows what terrible things he would encounter.
He was really scared.
Zhou Qiankun looked at him speechlessly. Is this really the person who went to Jade Sword Gate to rob a tomb?
Zhou Qiankun looked at the door of his ancestral tomb with a firm expression.
"I won't go back, I want to see what secrets are hidden in this tomb!"
After saying that, he strode towards the tomb door.
The tomb door is completely dark, absorbing all light, like a crawling ghost.
The material is cold, making the surrounding temperature much cooler than other places.
The wind blew by, like gusts of cold wind, making people's scalp numb.
There is a restriction above the tomb door.
This restriction is more complex and mysterious than the previous formation, and it is the last line of defense for the ancestral tomb.
Seeing Zhou Qiankun walking straight towards the tomb door, Meng Huo followed suit.
There is no turning back when the bow is fired, now I can only sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman.
Zhou Qiankun followed suit and placed a seal on the tomb door.
The restriction was broken, and the tomb door opened to both sides with a rumble.
In an instant, a cold current emanated from the tomb, frightening the little fat man to jump up from the ground, trembling all over.
He looked around in panic, as if a scary ghost would jump out and attack him in the next second.
Zhou Qiankun was not afraid at all and walked into the ancestral tomb with great swagger.
Entering the ancestral tomb, there is a large space with seven coffins placed around it. They are made of crystal and look noble and luxurious.
In front of the coffins, there is an inscription on each.
The little fat man looked around with a sly look on his face.
Then he was disappointed.
There was nothing around, not gold, silver, or jewelry, let alone high-grade spiritual weapons.
In an instant, the little fat man shrugged his shoulders and looked listless.
Zhou Qiankun walked to the coffin and looked at it.
During the observation, there were only clothes and no body.
This is the tomb.
Immediately, Zhou Qiankun's eyes moved from observation to the inscription.
On the inscription, there is a story engraved in skillful handwriting: Gao Xianwen, the founder of Taixuanmen, was born in the 9720th year of the Dachu calendar. He entered the spirit world at the age of twenty, entered the spiritual sea at the age of forty, entered the spiritual platform at the age of eighty, and At the age of 130, he entered the Divine Mansion and founded the Taixuan Sect. At the age of 149, he entered the wild mountains and died unexpectedly. His body was eaten by monsters, and he was lamented.
Looking at this inscription, Zhou Qiankun was shocked.
This person turned out to be the founder of Taixuan Sect.
His talent is not amazing. He entered the Divine Palace at the age of one hundred and thirty, and he is quite average.
However, I didn't expect that he would die unexpectedly in the wild mountains in the end, and even die without a complete body. It was really weird.
You must know that the Wild Mountains are just an ordinary mountain range in Dachu, and the strongest monsters among them are only at the peak of Lingtai.
Under such circumstances, would the cultivator from the Divine Palace perish?
It's so weird.
Zhou Qiankun once again moved his gaze to the next coffin.
Inside the coffin, there were still only clothes.
Then he looked at the inscription recording his life.
The inscription on the stele records: Gao Zhan was born in the 9820th year of the Great Chu Calendar. He entered the spirit world at the age of fifteen, entered the spiritual sea at the age of twenty-four, entered the Lingtai at the age of sixty, entered the divine palace at the age of ninety-six, and entered the spiritual palace at the age of 14. At the age of thirteen, he went into seclusion at Taixuanmen. He died suddenly and was burned by evil fire. Only a trace of ashes was left, which he lamented.
Gao Zhan, the second generation founder of Taixuan Sect, has outstanding talent.
Seeing the way he died, Zhou Qiankun was greatly surprised.
He was in retreat at Taixuan Gate and was suddenly burned to death by evil fire.
What kind of evil fire is needed to burn a divine monk to death?
There is something unusual about it.
He died at the age of one hundred and forty-three and did not live past the age of one hundred and fifty.
This made Zhou Qiankun feel heavy. Is there really a curse?
Meng Huo also looked at these stone tablets and his face became paler.
Zhou Qiankun came to the coffin of the third generation ancestor. As expected, there were still only clothes in it.
Looking at the inscription again: Mo Yuxiu was born in the 9930th year of the Great Chu calendar. He entered the spirit world at the age of eighteen, entered the spiritual sea at the age of thirty-four, entered the spiritual platform at the age of sixty-seven, entered the divine palace at the age of one hundred and four. At the age of one hundred and forty-seven, he mysteriously disappeared when he was out and was found later. Only his bloody magic weapon was damaged, his life breath was gone, and the cause of death was unknown. He was lamented.
This third inscription gave Zhou Qiankun goosebumps.
The first two ancestors at least knew the cause of death, but this one simply disappeared mysteriously. It was not until someone discovered the broken natal magic weapon that he knew the cause of his death.
Zhou Qiankun was filled with surprise and uncertainty. He began to wonder if there was really a curse, or if there were any secrets hidden by Taixuan Sect.
Otherwise, why did the founders of Taixuan Sect die in such bizarre ways?
Meng Huo turned pale with fright. He grabbed Zhou Qiankun's sleeves tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Lin, let's... let's leave quickly! This place... is too weird!"
Zhou Qiankun took a deep look at him and secretly decided to find out the truth of all this.
He didn't want himself, Fang Laogui, Liu Yongfei, Meng Huo and other people he cared about to follow in the footsteps of these predecessors.
He would feel uneasy if he didn't find out the truth.
He patted Meng Huo's hand gently to express comfort, and then continued to walk to the fourth coffin.
