In a secret corner of Xuanhuang Hall, a stone fell off the wall. An old man and two young men quickly gathered around it. It was a stone tablet, which was covered with densely packed words. Ling Han knew every word, but he couldn't understand them when they were connected. .
The Ghost Realm Messenger studied it for a long time and roughly understood its contents.
"These are some of the deeds recorded by the tomb-keepers of the past dynasties."
"Although I am an old acquaintance with Old Chaos, I don't know his story. It can be said that few people on the mainland really know his past."
The Ghost Domain Messenger pointed at the inscription, feeling a little disappointed, "It wasn't until I saw the inscription that I understood the reason, and Old Man Chaos' past grudges and resentments came to the surface one by one."
Old Man Chaos was the last tomb-keeper of the Xixia Dynasty. There were nine others before him, and they all spent their lives in solitude here.
His master once told him that from the day the tomb was closed, their lineage had been shouldering an arduous task and had to spend their lives to complete it. The mission would not be over until they met someone who could make the Xixia Dynasty come back.
Retreat, practice, join the world, seek disciples, inherit...
They all come from the same origin, and without exception they have all grown from ordinary little people to all-powerful men, with unfathomable cultivation.
Even their personalities are roughly similar. They can always see through everything in the world, stay away from the mundane world, be quiet and inactive, abide by the laws of heaven and earth, and guard the dark tomb in obscurity. Nine generations of masters and disciples have spent their lives in this way.
Join the world without falling in love with the mortal world, go into seclusion but stick to your mission.
Every three to five hundred years, there will always be a white-haired old man in coarse linen clothes on the mainland. He has traveled to every corner of the continent, crossed all corners of the country, and traveled through the world, without leaving any trace.
After taking a fancy to a young man, he took him to a secluded mountain forest and taught him carefully for three to five years. After passing the test, he took him back to the mausoleum to complete the inheritance. Then the disciple went into seclusion and the master passed away...
Old Chaos was spotted by his master when he was five years old. He is smart and intelligent. With a little practice, he shines like a star. He is the most talented person in thousands of years and has high hopes.
But because of the shackles in his heart, he was unable to fulfill his wish. Eventually, the master passed away, leaving him alone to face this complicated world.
Finally ended up with such a tragic end...
"The mission of the tenth generation of mausoleum guardians is to guard the Xuanhuang mud seal and find the successor who can restore the Xixia Dynasty?" Mei Ruyu asked in surprise.
"Yes, as long as the Xuanhuang Mud Seal remains, it is possible to restore the Xixia Dynasty and create greater glory!"
Mei Ruyu sighed with emotion: "Alas, Old Man Chaos is no longer here, and the Xuanhuang Mud Seal is also gone, so the Xixia Dynasty is completely hopeless..."
Ling Han didn't pay too much attention to the long-winded story told by the ghost realm messenger. Instead, he carefully attached his mental power to the stone tablet and racked his brains to find any clues about the treasure. What if there was another mystery inside?
The collapse of the general worship platform is a lesson learned from the past.
The envoy from the Ghost Realm unceremoniously put the inscription into the storage ring and studied it carefully when he went back. After all, this stone tablet has a history of thousands of years and records some secrets of the Xixia Dynasty.
Mei Ruyu glared at Ling Han.
"Ahem." Ling Han coughed twice and curled his lips, not daring to say anything more.
"Well, did Old Chaos accept any disciples? Logically speaking, there should be an eleventh tomb-keeper. Could he have been killed by someone from the Netherworld Cult?"
"Old Chaos has only been active in the world for a hundred years, but I have never heard of him taking on a disciple."
Old Man Chaos said: "According to the inscription, Old Man Chaos is a genius in the past thousand years. No one can surpass him. He is the most promising successor to the Xixia Dynasty."
"According to his usual style, he is carefree and careless about the world. He has neither established a force to accumulate strength, nor seems to have recruited disciples to continue the inheritance. It is a bit strange."
Ling Han couldn't help but wonder: "He is so powerful, and he is not contaminated by any influence. He keeps to himself. How can he cause death if he just travels around the mainland?"
The Ghost Realm Messenger stroked his beard, looked at Ling Han with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "You can ask your father for an explanation."
"My father?"
Mei Ruyu asked in surprise: "So, the big devil is this guy's father?"
After all, it is rumored that it was the Old Man of Chaos who was killed by the Great Demon King!
Old Man Chaos has a very high status in the human race and is respected by thousands of people. The demons kill the top master of the human race for no reason and are reviled by the world. This is what Ling Han does not want to see.
"Senior, who is the Great Demon King?" Ling Han suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked tremblingly.
You should have asked the little witch these questions clearly at the beginning, which senior of the demon clan is the big devil!
"Hahaha!" The Ghost Realm Messenger suddenly laughed loudly.
"Everything is God's will. Just like your father, you have already fallen into this situation!"
"Not many people in the world know that the Great Demon King is Ling Wu!"
Ling Han breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell.
Sure enough!
In Jincheng, Yan Ziqi once said that he was seventy-nine similar to his old friend, the "Big Devil".
The third prince and Jin Feizi should have dealt with him for this reason.
That day in the mountains and forests, Jin Lingzi treated him politely and invited him to drink the ghost clan's famous wine "Ghost Sees Sorrow", perhaps not because of his uncle Tang Chen, but because of his father Ling Wu!
The Great Demon King was the first person in the last Spiritual Master Conference. According to Ling Han's brief contact with Jin Lingzi, he could clearly feel that Jin Lingzi cared for him like an elder caring for a junior. The relationship between his father and Jin Lingzi The friendship seems not shallow, not as bad as Mei Ruyu said...
"No wonder he is cultivating both essence, blood and essence, so abnormal!" Mei Ruyu was finally relieved and glanced at Ling Han, her expression extremely relaxed, not knowing what she was planning in her heart.
"The death of Old Man Chaos involves many things, and all six realms are involved. The demons are notorious both in the spirit world and in the world. It is normal for your father to take the blame."
"Three people become a tiger, even if it is a rumor, it will be recognized by the world."
"Moreover, not long ago, the royal family of the Tianfu Empire gathered the eight powerful men of the heavenly realm to kill the old immortal of your demon clan - the old devil. Your father Ling Wu intercepted him and killed two of them, five of them were injured and one was disabled!"
"Although the old devil was still controlled by the Tianfu royal family in the end, the few top experts in the Tianfu empire were severely damaged. It will be difficult for them to recover in a year and a half. It can be said that they paid a heavy price!"
"These things add up, and once your identity is revealed, you're going to get into trouble."
"You have to be careful when dealing with it." The Ghost Realm Messenger kindly reminded.
"hiss!"
Now Ling Han completely understood everything!
The Black-winged Dapeng of the demon clan is Ling Wu's good brother, and they both have issues with the dark-patterned black tiger. The destruction of Baicao Valley must have been caused by the dark-patterned black tiger in the primitive mountains.
Not long after Ling Wu repelled him, he fought fiercely with the eight powerful men in the heavens. Afterwards, according to the letter left in the cave, he should have completed a mission.
I'm afraid this mission is a top-level secret of the demon clan, and the little witch doesn't have the authority to know it!
"Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts. I know what I should do." I finally figured out the cause and effect, so I wouldn't be at a loss when being targeted for no reason.
"That's good. There are only a handful of people in the world who can hurt your father, but there are many people who can guess your identity. You have to grow up as soon as possible!"
The Ghost Realm Messenger patted the dust on his body, clasped his hands behind his back, walked tremblingly to the door of Xuanhuang Palace, and looked back at the three characters Xuanhuang Palace.
"All the treasures in the mausoleum were emptied by the Netherworld cult. The corpses of powerful men from the Western Xia Dynasty were also transformed into Yin puppets, and the black and yellow mud seals disappeared."
"Let's go back!"
Mei Ruyu went crazy when she thought of returning empty-handed, and said angrily: "This is life, and life does not belong to the ghost realm!"
Back on the ground, Gui Jia and Yun Yong, a strong man from the ground realm, were practicing cross-legged. When they saw the three people coming up, they stood up to join them.
Taking a closer look at the miserable appearance of the two people, Ling Han glanced around and saw a pile of broken metal lying on the ground. Among them were three damaged silver puppets, with their heads screwed off.
Ling Han gave a thumbs up, praising the two men for their bravery in defeating the Iron Pimple Yin Puppet.
The aura of the ghost armor has obviously changed a lot, and it is somewhat invisible. There is a faint powerful aura. Ling Han raised his brows and muttered silently: "Is it possible that he broke through under the pressure of the Iron Puppet's pursuit?"
Ling Han clicked his tongue and marveled that this ghost armor was quite capable and actually took that step first. It was not surprising if he thought about it carefully. After all, he was the top ten ghost generals in Xianyang City's Xuanming Realm and one of the best young masters in the ghost clan.
No, he should be called a strong man now!
Breaking through the land realm means crossing the watershed of the Ze realm and truly being able to mobilize the power of the earth.
The aura of heaven and earth, apart from heaven, earth is the strongest!
The power of mountains and rivers is just the most superficial spiritual power of the earth, which is only the entry level for the strong. As for the spiritual energy of trees, it is just the fur and drizzle of the power of the earth, not to mention the most common spiritual energy of flowers and plants.
Only when you break through the earth realm and control the power of the earth can you truly become one of the strong!
The weakest low-level spiritual master in the Earth realm can easily deal with dozens of peak spiritual masters in the Ze realm.
This is the difference in realm!
Gui Jia felt Ling Han's gaze, raised the corners of his mouth slightly to look at him, Ling Han muttered, "What's so great, sooner or later I will be able to break through..."
Although he said this, his head turned away quietly and carelessly, avoiding the eyes of Ghost Armor. It was better not to conflict with this guy before breaking through.
Before leaving, the envoy from the ghost realm showed his power and completely buried the tomb underground with the force of moving mountains and earth.
He said that the ruins of the Xixia Dynasty should not be set foot on by others, especially the ruthless cavalry of the Tianfu Empire.
With another wave of his hand, a hilltop was flattened and a tall tombstone was thrust aside, leaving half of it exposed on the ground.
He said, take away your inscription and give you a tombstone without any words. How can you say that you have no clothes and share the same robe with your son? I hope your peace will never be disturbed again.
A few hours later, Gong Yangshu led the cavalry legion and rushed over with a burst of dust. He was accompanied by various forces in Xieyang City, as well as Taoist priests and a group of Taoist priests who came from the Tianling Empire.
Gong Yangshu looked at the collapse of the large area in front of him. There was no trace of it going underground again, only a huge tombstone standing tall and proud!
"The treasures of the Xixia Dynasty do not belong to the empire after all!"
The Taoist Master scanned the surroundings and caught the traces left by the Yin Puppet Man, and said solemnly: "The power of the Netherworld Cult will definitely increase greatly this time, and the Sixth Avenue Temple of the Tianling Empire will be in big trouble!"
Then he murmured: "The Spirit Master Conference is coming soon, and the storm is surging. I have a hunch that a big war is not far away!"
At that time, the Tianfu Empire led an army of cavalry to sweep across the Xixia Dynasty. The Xixia royal family was forced to hide in the mausoleum. Faced with the choice of life and death, no one surrendered, and together they died generously to protect the glory of Xixia for three thousand years.
The last batch of fire seeds of the Xixia Dynasty committed suicide here one by one...
Today, the mausoleum has completely disappeared on this continent, and there is no more Xixia Dynasty in the world!
