"This is...!" General Feng Linwen stood behind the crowd, looking at the words pouring out like a torrent, and suddenly understood the form of the eighth-level existence in this world.
In the multidimensional world, as long as a strong person reaches level eight, he is almost equal to eternal immortality.
Only the forms of immortality vary.
For example, 'true name is immortal', or 'godhead is immortal', or 'thoughts' and 'concepts' are immortal.
Among the immortals, Daluo Jinxian has an immortal soul, is the best among the eighth levels, and is one of the top ones among countless cultivation methods.
This world is as powerful as the eighth level. It is still inevitable that life span will be exhausted and death will occur.
But their 'immortality' still exists.
Perhaps what Dao Shi Tianwang condensed was this immortal golden text.
This is both his thought and his Tao. If there is a blank soul that completely absorbs all the immortal golden inscriptions. Then, in a sense, this person will be the reincarnation of King Dao Shi.
Of course, many conditions are required and it is not something that can be achieved overnight.
The golden torrent of words is like a mirage that attracts countless seafarers to plunge into the vast sea in search of overseas fairy mountains.
They just burst out suddenly and then subsided and disappeared.
The Taoist rhyme that seemed to be able to transform everything and change everything before ended up leaving nothing behind and quickly receded, leaving people feeling disappointed.
Everyone looked at the stone door at the entrance of the cave in a daze, with expectations and calculations in their own minds.
Although knowledge has bound many people's thoughts, it does not mean that people who can reach such a point are all fools.
They were also wondering whether this was the backhand left by King Dao Shi.
It's just that doubts are doubts, but it is absolutely impossible for them to give up the benefits they have obtained.
Suddenly, the black-robed strongman from the Sheng Sect waved his hand that day, and a monk from Jingyang Palace was thrown into the open door following a force of gravity.
The bright light flickered, but no movement was seen.
Except for the people in Jingyang Palace who glared at the black robe from time to time, others...even the so-called righteous monks were only concerned about whether there would be any unpredictable changes and mechanisms.
He didn't care at all about the guy thrown into the door.
"He's still alive!" The old prince from Jingyang Palace said suddenly.
Then he took the lead and rushed through the door.
Then, more and more people followed.
In the end, there were actually very few people still outside the door.
Among them was Feng Linwen.
He has become convinced that this so-called mausoleum is a deathbed plan of King Dao Shi, and may be aimed at him.
In this case, why would he take the risk?
"Wait a minute! Bring my master with you. He is an expert in spiritual practice and his wisdom is as deep as the sea. If we have him on this trip, we will definitely gain a lot." The little emperor was sandwiched in the middle by several Jingyang Palace experts. Zhou Xi suddenly opened his mouth and pointed at Feng Linwen.
Feng Linwen rolled his eyes... He had known for a long time that this boy was not a good person.
"Fortunately, I am only controlling a puppet, not the real body in the underground palace." Feng Lin's real body, who was far away in Minglu Academy, showed a sneer.
Now that the original dilemma has been temporarily resolved, the little emperor Zhou Xi is not stupid. Of course he knows that the current Feng Linyi is of little use to him.
At this time, of course, he was not afraid of offending Feng Linyi.
With the mentality of using it as much as possible, selling it... has no psychological barriers.
Several monks from Jingyang Palace flew directly to Feng Linmo. They did not do anything impolite. They just stared at Feng Linmo and made a gesture of invitation.
In fact, if they really wanted to fight, Feng Linwen would be right.
It's just not necessary.
Some memes will be sold sooner or later, so if you follow them and take a tour inside the underground palace, there won’t be any big problem.
Those injuries to the physical body can be ignored by Feng Linmo operating a puppet.
And some of the conspiracy and calculations against the soul... Feng Linmo was completely justified.
Not to mention the protection of the Fairy Peach World and the Eternal Lighthouse, the power of the Chaos Golden List cannot be underestimated.
No matter how legendary Dao Shi Tian Wang is in this world, he is only an eighth level one after all.
When you follow the monks from Jingyang Palace and step into the door, you can feel the terrifying spiritual energy vibration from a distance.
Obviously, some people have become involved due to disputes over interests.
Looking around again, some huge potholes and residual spiritual energy indicate that some kind of spiritual object was once preserved here, or some powerful elixir grew here.
Now they have all been taken away.
"The same old method, first use some junk things that are of no use except the year, to control the greed of the 'grave robbers', and then let down their vigilance step by step, and finally destroy them all in one fell swoop." Feng Linyi is very experienced. thinking.
Feng Linwen has watched some tomb-robbing documentaries that have grossed over 100 billion star coins.
He is familiar with these routines.
The real danger is approaching.
Thinking of this, Feng Linyi said: "If I were you, I would never be so anxious."
A monk from Jingyang Palace glanced at Feng Linwen, and then asked politely: "May I ask, what is the truth behind this?"
Although his attitude was not bad, the surrounding Jingyang Palace monks gathered together and formed a faint momentum, which still showed that if Feng Linwen dared to block it, they would definitely attack him.
"Didn't you pay attention? Those people went all the way forward, but they only fought among themselves and did not encounter any obstacles or tests. Is this reasonable?" Feng Linhu asked.
Several monks from Jingyang Palace were stunned for a moment, then each took out their communication talisman and began to contact their fellow disciples or elders.
Generally speaking, a strong man who is dying builds a mausoleum for himself for three purposes.
Protect your body, leave a legacy and plan for the next life.
The former naturally wants to arrange his mausoleum like an iron barrel, with various mechanisms and restrictions, preferably airtight and foolproof.
Secondly, even if you want to leave a legacy, you must also arrange a test at the same time. It is impossible to have only one door blocking it, and then there will be no resistance at all.
Just like a girl who had her pants taken off forcibly, after handing over certain things, she completely let go of herself. Not only did she not resist... she also took the initiative to cooperate and provide sweeteners.
This is completely unreasonable.
Soon, the expressions on the faces of the Jingyang Palace monks who received the reply calmed down again.
"Uncle Master, he has been paying attention to it. He has the map left by the ancestor, so it won't be in the way." A monk from Jingyang Palace said this as if he deliberately told Feng Linye.
Just as he was talking, he saw an overwhelming sword energy sweeping across half of the space in front of him.
Then everything fell into silence.
The originally messy fights and noises seemed to have been strangled by the throat, losing any sense of existence.
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