The ancestor of the Crow clan is a Nascent Soul-level existence, and his ancient tomb is naturally in another dimension. Without the blood of the Crow clan, even the Danjie Danshi would not be able to enter the ancient tomb.
This is also the reason why Han Shui must seek help from Yao Qing no matter what.
The goal of their mission did not actually require going deep into the tomb, but only to retrieve a golden statue outside the tomb.
If we really want to go deep into the cemetery, let alone the monks in the foundation building stage, even the alchemists in the alchemy stage will lose their lives in vain.
Only by dispatching two or three Nascent Soul-level old monsters can we try to break into the depths.
But beings at the Nascent Soul level would not do such a thing. On the one hand, the tombs of the ancestors of the Crow Clan may not have what they want. On the other hand, there is really no need to take risks and lose their lives for such things. Old monsters at the Nascent Soul level They are all cowards, and the more cowardly they are, the longer they will live.
In fact, the reason why this mission exists is that an old Yuanying monster from the sect once entered this ancient tomb, but he just walked around the edge for a few times and then exited.
Then record the discovery in the sect and leave it to future generations to dig out.
The old monster like Nascent Soul can naturally take it away casually. The reason why he doesn't take it is to keep it for future generations to increase their knowledge and hone their cultivation experience!
Ya Qing rushed in from the door, his figure kept falling downwards, his feet landed with a thud, and then Ya Qing's face turned green.
The noise reached my ears, and I was surrounded by busy city streets. The people here still maintained their costumes from thousands of years ago, and the houses and buildings were also products of that era.
Crow Qing fell directly into the crowd, and people stepped back in shock.
Immediately afterwards, Han Shui, Dang Nantian, Sword Slave Yi Bing, and the taciturn monk also landed next to Ya Qing.
Their expressions also changed, and it was clear that the situation in front of them was very different from the gray tomb they imagined.
The people ignored the new stranger and went about their own business after a brief panic. There was a strange numbness on their faces.
Pedestrians passed by them like water, roadside vendors were shouting and selling, and there seemed to be a thick mist floating in the air, making everything seem like an illusion.
Dang Nantian whispered: "These are not living creatures, they seem to be some kind of hallucination."
Han Shui shook his head slightly: "It's not like an illusion. It's about 70% an illusion and 30% real."
Yao Qing stared at the pedestrians coming and going, with a different kind of complex emotion in his eyes.
"The ancestor of the Ya family has eighteen golden statues, which are located at the outermost part of the tomb, guarding eighteen directions. As soon as we find one of them, we will leave immediately. I always feel that this place makes me hairy."
Han Shui rubbed his arms subconsciously.
Dang Nantian smiled and said: "Senior sister, let's just wander around the perimeter. It'll be fine! Didn't it say in the mission book that the danger level of this mission is level C, which means it is more difficult and belongs to level A. You must have the blood of the Crow family. This is more troublesome!"
Han Shui shook his head and said: "This tomb is thousands of years old. The last time the Yingshi who wrote the mission letter came here was at least hundreds of years ago. His judgment can only be used as a reference."
"Senior sister is right, but where is the golden statue? Where should we go to find it?" The biggest advantage of Dang Nantian is that he does not insist on his own opinions in front of Han Shui, and everything is based on Han Shui's ideas.
Han Shui looked at Ya Qing and said, "The residents here should all be from your Ya clan tribe, right? Do you know the location of the golden statue?"
Yao Qing took a deep look at the people around him: "They are not from my Ya clan's tribe. The people here should be sacrifices!"
Han Shui was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Sacrificial object?"
Yao Qing said: "Thousands of years ago, human sacrifice was far more popular than it is now. Whenever there was any happy or trivial event in the tribe, the ancestors would be sacrificed alive. If I guessed correctly, this is when my Ya clan ancestors destroyed a city and destroyed it. The people in the city all brought living sacrifices, and here were all the sacrifices that were killed at that time. Their souls became ghosts who died in vain, and were imprisoned here. Without the cleansing of Yang Gang, they were in an indelible state. Over time, they began to Having lost their past lives, they may think they are still alive.”
"You are right to feel that this is an illusion. The city buildings in front of you are all illusions. They are the imaginary homes of these dead souls."
After hearing these words and looking at everything around him, Han Shui and Dan Nan Tian felt their scalps become numb even more.
The man who had been silent took out a long sword from his arms. The sword was clumsy and dark, and looked to be quite old.
He flicked the sword with his finger, and the blade made a whistling sound, and sound waves swayed around like a wave.
The people around him screamed in agony, and the buildings began to shake violently.
Yao Qing said quickly: "Hong Ling, there's no need to do this, just leave this illusion to them, they are all pitiful people!"
Hong Ling ignored Ya Qing and continued to flick the sword with his fingers. All the buildings within the sound wave were reduced to ashes, and the people's clothes were shattered by the impact of the sound, revealing the terrifying appearance of a man who died in vain.
When these common people saw each other's faces, they seemed to suddenly remember the fact that they were dead, and they screamed and ran around in panic and despair.
Hong Ling flicked his sword as he walked, causing everything in his path to collapse.
Yao Qing was very unhappy and stopped in front of Hong Ling: "We are here to find the golden statue. We have nothing to do with these ghosts who died in vain. Why should we do this?"
Hong Ling's voice was a little hoarse and he said coldly: "These illusions are produced by the golden statue. They are not produced by the gathering of the dead ghosts. If the illusion is not destroyed, it is impossible to find the golden statue!"
At this time, Dang Nantian and Han Shui also began to vibrate their swords. Their cultivation levels were far inferior to Hong Ling's, but they could still destroy the illusions within a dozen meters around them.
As the illusion is shattered, all the good things disappear, just like holes are burned out in a beautiful picture.
The true nature of the world is revealed.
There are lifeless skeletons everywhere. Some of these skeletons are tied up, some are hung on racks, some are beheaded directly, and some are even buried alive.
This is a mass grave!
As far as the eye can see, only the round head reflects the dim light.
The sword slave came out with a different sword and followed Han Shui closely, protecting him closely.
"The golden statue is right there!"
Hong Ling suddenly spoke, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.
Sure enough, there was a golden statue in the center of the mass grave, emitting needle-like golden light.
As soon as he saw this golden statue, Han Shui couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"Is that thing alive?"
They saw a pair of eyes of the golden statue staring at them with an angry look on their face!
