Eternal Sacred King Chapter 589: The Cemetery Forest of Steles
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The night is dim.
In the courtyard of the ancient temple, it was quiet.
A bright full moon is reflected in the sparkling water of the ancient well.
Not long after, a monk was reflected on the surface of the water. He looked young, in his twenties, and he was born with beautiful eyes, and his eyes were clearer than well water.
Su Zimo looked at himself in the water and smiled slightly.
"Mind-minded, mind-minded... Do you want me to see my mind and point to my own mind?"
Su Zimo murmured softly.
At this time, the old monk disappeared, and Ming Zhen was already asleep.
The sound of frogs fluctuating in his ears, cicadas cried, and the little fox was lying beside the well, sleeping sweetly. Su Zimo suddenly felt that his heart was extremely peaceful and quiet.
At the bottom of this isolated dragon burial valley, Su Zimo's mood has been baptized like never before.
He has been fighting for eight years.
Now, finally stopped.
This is more like a precipitation, a return to the basics.
Looking at the full moon above his head, Su Zimo couldn't help but think back to the night eight years ago.
Die Yue, wearing a blood-red robe, standing under the peach blossoms, bathed in moonlight, asked softly: "Do you want to practice?"
For eight years, Su Zimo has been practicing the Secret Code of the Great Wilderness Demon King every night.
Now, the inner alchemy is shattered, and coupled with the lack of sufficient energy supply, the Secret Code of the Great Wilderness Demon King has to stagnate, and Su Zimo is really not used to it.
I just feel that my heart is empty.
At this moment, Su Zimo's ears suddenly heard a voice, full of jokes.
"Little Wawa, are you thinking about how to repair the inner altar, quack quack!"
Su Zimo was surprised.
The voice appeared without warning, and it was extremely unfamiliar. It was not the voice of the old monk and the young novice monk!
Su Zimo subconsciously looked at the little fox on the side.
The little fox is still asleep, obviously not hearing this sound!
This sudden sound, only he can hear it!
Su Zimo looked dignified and looked around, ready to remind the old monk and the young novice.
"Quack, quack, don't look for the baby, you can't see me!"
The voice sounded again, erratic, difficult to discern the direction, and seemed to be hiding in a corner mocking Su Zimo.
This time, Su Zimo calmed down and sneered secretly.
This person hides in the dark and pretends to be a ghost, as long as he ignores it, this person will definitely not be able to help it first.
"Little Wawa, I have a way to help you repair the inner alchemy. If you want to know, come to the backyard of this hall!"
Sure enough, the owner of the voice said the intention.
"The backyard of the main hall?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Before this, the backyard of the main hall did occasionally sound of heavy chains, and it seemed that something was trapped there, quite irritable.
"Strange."
Su Zimo's eyes flashed a touch of confusion, and he thought to himself: "Master once said that in this ancient temple, there are obviously only two people, Mingzhen and him, and this person in the backyard..."
Su Zimo's expression changed, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.
This existence in the backyard is probably not a person, but a ghost!
Just like the woman in white shirt he met outside the ancient temple.
That's why the old monk would say that in this ancient temple, he and Mingzhen are the only people.
Because this existence in the backyard is not a human at all!
It can make Mingzhen so afraid, and the old monk so afraid, without mentioning a word, the background of this fierce ghost is not small, and the means will never be weak!
"Why do you want to repair the inner alchemy, mother-in-law, come quickly to the backyard and see Lao Tzu!" Li Gui's voice sounded again, and he seemed a little impatient.
Of course Su Zimo wants to repair the inner alchemy.
But he really couldn't believe in a ghost.
What's more, Ming Zhen has told him not to go to the backyard of the hall.
"You little baby, you are really as timid as a mouse, I can still harm you?"
"Look at your talent. It's far behind Lao Tzu back then, it's incomparable! Lao Tzu was not afraid of the sky, the earth is not afraid, and the world is horizontal, who dares to stop it!"
"Little Wawa, are you coming or not?"
Li Gui's tone became weaker and weaker.
Su Zimo closed his eyes and rested, never moved.
After a while of silence, Li Gui said suddenly: "Do you want to know what the blood-robed woman did when she came here eight years ago? Hey, I could see it all in my eyes back then!"
Su Zimo's heart moved and opened his eyes.
The woman in the blood-robed robe that Li Gui said was obviously Die Yue.
As if aware of Su Zimo's mood swings, Li Gui said triumphantly: "If you want to know, come to the backyard of the hall, I'll be waiting for you there, quack."
Su Zimo clenched his fist, took a deep breath, finally couldn't hold back, stood up and walked towards the back of the hall.
He didn't want to miss any news about Die Yue.
Regardless of true or false.
Turning around the quaint Daxiong Hall, Su Zimo came to the backyard and stopped.
Su Zimo looked subconsciously and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, his eyes showed a deep shock.
The backyard of the main hall is an extremely magnificent cemetery forest of steles, which is beyond sight!
A series of tall tombstones stand upright, with clear writings on them.
"The Tomb of Tianyijun in Fahua Temple."
"The tomb of the Taoist Lord Fuyan at Daming Temple."
"Fahua Temple Yuze Powerful Tomb."
"The Tomb of Xuyun Powerful Daming Temple."
"General of the Empire, the tomb of Han Fei's mighty power!"
"..."
At first glance, tombstones are densely packed, standing on top of the tomb.
This cemetery forest of steles is filled with an inexplicable tragedy.
The buried here are at least Dharma Xiang Dao Monarchs, and even conjoined tombstones, Su Zimo has seen a lot!
"Huh?"
Su Zimo's eyes condensed, and he landed on another tombstone.
"The Tomb of Hongguang Patriarch of Daming Temple!"
The grave of the Mahayana ancestor!
The Mahayana ancestor, he is almost the pinnacle powerhouse on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.
Unexpectedly, he was buried in this cemetery.
As Su Zimo sighed, his eyes subconsciously fell on the center of the cemetery.
There is only an inconspicuous grave bag. If you don't pay attention, you will only think it is a slightly raised dirt bag.
But it is this little soil bag, but it seems to look down upon the entire cemetery!
Within a hundred meters around, there are no other tombstones, only this small dirt bag!
On the top of the grave bag, there is a wooden board erected crookedly.
On the wooden board, only two words are written.
The Emperor!
These two words seem to have a mysterious power.
Su Zimo's expression changed drastically. He only felt that his chest was stuffy, and he took a few steps back uncontrollably!
The Tomb of the Emperor!
There is a sentence in Su Zimo's mind~IndoMTL.com~ that is constantly echoing, getting louder and louder.
Thousands of years ago, under this rift, there was an emperor bleeding, the ancestors fell, and the dragon was buried. It is a big ominous place!
All of this is true!
The catastrophe ten thousand years ago was so tragic that an emperor fell here!
"Wow!"
With the sound of heavy chains.
Behind countless tombstones and tombs, under the dim moonlight, a tall figure slowly stood up from the ground, with a mighty aura, as if it was about to break through a hole in the sky above his head!
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