Qu Chi Lin.
Two rays of light, one in front and one behind, suddenly fell here.
Then, figures of men and women appeared.
"This is it."
With a look of nostalgia in her eyes, Nangong Huan walked slowly to an open space in the forest. She bit the tip of her tongue, held a drop of blood on her fingertips, and then muttered something in her mouth.
"Boom!"
The surrounding space suddenly vibrated.
In Lu Zhong's field of vision, a previously covered door slowly emerged.
"Interestingly, the entrance to this secret realm is hidden beyond expectation. It is actually hidden in another dimension. From this, it can be seen that this method of phase transfer at that time should not be a strange technique. Otherwise, even the ancestor of Nangong would not be able to do it. A middle-stage Mahayana monk can also use it to build the secret realm of the mausoleum."
It must be said that such a hidden secret place is indeed extremely safe.
At this time, Lu Zhong moved his eyes to the side and fell on Nangong Huan, who was opening the entrance to the secret realm. He couldn't help but secretly thought: "It's hard to guard against domestic thieves even if you have everything to guard against! I guess the Nangong ancestor didn't expect that one of his descendants would actually Such a heir is born, and he brings outsiders to dig the tomb."
However, perhaps this is exactly what Patriarch Nangong meant.
Judging from Nangong Huan's words, Patriarch Nangong lived for tens of thousands of years before passing away after enjoying great honors. It must have been a very meaningful move to erect a mausoleum to hide such precious spiritual objects.
Soon, a simple and elegant double door with gold and silver patterns appeared in front of the two of them.
Nangong Huan took a step forward and dripped his own essence and blood on it.
Then she cast another spell.
With a sound of "Kacha", the door to the secret realm opened, revealing a gray vortex behind it.
Through this whirlpool, one can vaguely see the secret realm behind, where a huge mausoleum building is located where the feng shui gathers with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
"The Crimson Pearl Grass is inside, Fellow Daoist Lu, let's go."
Nangong Huan said hello and jumped into it.
When Lu Zhong saw this, he opened his legs without doubt and stepped into the gray vortex.
The world was spinning for a while, and the scene in front of him quickly returned to normal.
As you can see from the outside, it is indeed a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, dotted with waterfalls and strange pines. It is the best place to rest and sleep.
Unfortunately... there is no spiritual vein here.
Along the Shinto, the two walked towards the mausoleum.
However, not long after they advanced, Nangong Huan's expression suddenly changed and he pointed at the broken stone figurines on the ground: "No, the trap I set here before was triggered, and someone came in here!"
It's not just here.
As the two continued to move forward, more traps were destroyed.
However, there is good news among the bad news.
Judging from the traces at the scene, the wave of people and the two of them should have arrived front and back, so among the fallen stone figurines at the scene, there were even unextinguished magical spiritual flames.
"Fellow Taoist Nangong, is it your clansmen who did this?" Lu Zhong asked.
Nangong Huan nodded and moved his gaze to the depths of the mausoleum. His eyes became cold: "It's possible, but even if it is Nangong, it must be a side branch that once branched off. With the blood of the side branch being so thin, it is no less difficult than climbing to the sky. If you want to enter here, I'm afraid you have to sacrifice a lot of lives."
"You mean, someone took them hostage and entered this place?"
"I can't be sure, but I can't rule it out either."
Nangong Huan took a deep breath and looked at Lu Zhong with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, such an unexpected thing happened suddenly. Regarding the true identity of the kidnapper, I can already guess a thing or two. If I am right, it should be Mr. Baita. Ancestor."
"Tell me, the owner of the White Tower?"
Among the monks in the Central Realm, the reason why Lu Zhong has an impression of this ancestor of the White Tower is because the White Tower spends a lot of money and often purchases various elixirs in large quantities, so he has become Luofu's big customer early on.
"Yes, that's the person!"
Nangong Huan nodded to confirm, and then reminded: "Next, it's still numb.
Fellow Taoist Fan took action again. Not only did the White Pagoda Ancestor break through to the middle stage of integration early, but he also had a White Pagoda Immortal Machine that he had obtained in his early years. This tower could not only capture and suppress, but also release endless Gengjin Qi to attack the enemy. , it can be said to be extremely difficult to deal with. "
In response, Lu Zhong just nodded.
No matter how much you know, you can't determine who is higher and who is lower until there is a real fight. The result may be that the White Pagoda Ancestor is worthy of his name, or perhaps he is one step ahead.
If you want to know for sure, you have to play a game to find out.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from ahead.
Following this, there were also pillars of dust rushing out.
Nangong Huan picked up a handful of dust and saw its sparkling appearance. His already ugly face became even more ugly now: "No, the first layer of tombstones has been breached!"
Just as she said, the two rushed to the entrance of the underground palace and saw only a broken stone wall.
There were already many monks lying on the ground next to them. Without exception, these people were mummified and curled up. It was obvious that their essence and blood had been drained just now to use them to crack the tombstone.
Nangong Huan didn't feel the least bit sad about these side clan members, he only felt angry at the moment.
She knew it just by thinking about it.
The ancestor of the White Pagoda must have come here because he was interested in the things buried with him in the tomb.
Not wanting to think about how the news would be leaked, Nangong Huan turned into a escaping light and sank into the gap in front, quickly heading inside. Lu Zhong, who was on the side, looked around and left a seal before following.
To say that the mausoleum of Patriarch Nangong is really not that big.
At least it is more than ten thousand feet long and wide.
In addition, there are ancient restrictions everywhere, including maintaining the existence of the mausoleum, and various air restrictions, and even void movement will be restricted.
If it were someone else coming, there would be obstacles everywhere.
But somehow the White Pagoda Ancestor managed to have an unimpeded journey.
Not long after, the two came to a large hall deep inside.
At this moment, an old figure wearing a pure white cloak was facing away from the two of them. His hands were groping in the coffin in front of him, as if he was completely unaware of their arrival.
At this time, Lu Zhong noticed that there was a stone platform in front of him on the left.
"Is this... a cenotaph?"
He looked carefully and found that the structural style of this stone platform was almost the same as that of the Nine Essence Tomb deep in the Linghuan Mountains.
The similarities don't stop there, even the prohibition sealing the purple grass on the stone platform is exactly the same as the Nine Marrow Clothes Tomb, which makes people doubt its origin.
"stop!"
Nangong Huan's eyes were on fire and he yelled angrily.
Regarding this, Lu Zhong could understand the woman's current mood. Anyone who saw the bones of his ancestors being turned over and humiliated so wantonly would probably want to peel off the skin and bones and eat the flesh and blood in order to relieve his hatred.
But as he watched, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to stop Nangong Huan.
"Wait a minute, something's wrong with the White Tower Ancestor!"
