Immortal Voices Chapter 928: Heartbeat

Originally, the treasure was born in a scene where the monks each showed their magical powers. Unexpectedly, there is a dead silence here at this time.

Everyone has several questions: Is Emperor Xu dead?

If it died, what did the grave do? What, you said it may be just a simple grave without any tricks. Haha, Xu Di's reputation for mad criticism has spread to other continents, and it's abnormal if she didn't do anything.

If Emperor Xu is not dead, who is so bold to set up a tomb for her? A strong man at the level of Emperor Xu will be sensitive to some things. This kind of humiliating and offensive behavior was caught by Emperor Xu. Emperor Xu’s temperament could never be so quiet. She did not use this opportunity to exclude dissidents, and the whole world of comprehension was turned upside down by her subordinates for mercy.

If there is no movement, it is likely to wait for the opportunity to pit them all in.

In a nutshell, whether Emperor Xu is dead or alive, they seem to dare not move.

There are few people in the world who can threaten the monks in this world.

But every time everyone wants to take action, the earth-shaking thunder and calamity battle a hundred years ago will appear in their minds, and no amount of thoughts will be withered.

It's fine, that's all, Emperor Xu can't afford to provoke them in a frantic criticism.

Of course those who have this kind of idea are the older generation of monks. Although the younger generation of monks who have only risen in the last century have heard of Emperor Xu’s name, Emperor Xu has not appeared in a hundred years, and his fame only affects the one hundred years ago. Bo people.

As the so-called #初生的牛妻不知道虎#, they not only don't feel scared, they also think that the older generation is too cautious.

A young monk took a step forward, looked at the tombstone carefully, and said wisely: "I suspect that Emperor Xu has died a hundred years ago. Rong Guo secretly buried Emperor Xu here and used some means to maintain the Tianzhu. It's down. A hundred years later, it is likely that Rong Guo's dragon qi will be exhausted, and this will cause the secret technique to fail, and the tomb of Emperor Xu is also exposed."

Zhou Chen and others: "..." What you said makes sense, but what about the logic?

The Douli man was speechless for a moment, and his voice hoarse: "The tomb of Emperor Ruoxu is here, and the war between Rongchao and Echo Dojo and other forces will not be placed here."

Fighting on the emperor’s tomb is disrespectful to their emperor. It is impossible for any loyal and patriotic generation to do such things, and anyone with a little brain can think of this.

"It is likely that Prince Rongguo had secretly sent someone to bury the first emperor, and kept the secret of the important officials in the court." The young man was dissatisfied.

This sounds even more irrational.

Even if the emperor of a country dies, as long as her body is still there, under the influence of the national luck and dragon spirit, all the officials in the court can sense where she is. It is impossible for Prince Hao to keep everyone from him.

Yu Guogong was an old man from the sword emperor's dynasty. Looking through the classics in the Zongmen collection, you can find out what kind of resourcefulness and cruel Yu Cang was when he was young. When Emperor Xu was still alive, he was Rong Chao's Dinghai Shenzhen. When Emperor Xu was away, Rong Guo could stabilize the chaos, and he definitely played a lot in it. Anyway, they never believed that Prince Zihao's actions could be concealed from this shrewd old man.

When the two generations were arguing whether to offend Emperor Xu’s tomb, a monk of Wanyao faction suddenly looked ugly and said: "Don’t make a noise, do you hear any noise?"

After listening, the others closed their mouths and held their breath subconsciously, carefully capturing the movement around them.

Soon, they heard a burst of noisy chatter.

Those voices seem to be the intersection of soldiers and Ge on the battlefield, and countless people whispering to each other, and indirectly there are monsters neighing.

As the babble grew louder and louder, everyone felt that their headaches were splitting, their bodies stiff, and even their spiritual consciousness was locked in their entire body by an inch, unable to detect what was going on.

But afterwards, they saw that the surrounding sea water was instantly tumbling like black ink dyed with yin, and the sea ridges, sands and rocks that broke off the seabed were rolled up, and coral fishes roared into a huge tsunami. In the whirlpool at the center of the tsunami, it seemed that something was about to come out of it. The sheer yin and evil aura made people chill, and even the soul had a faint illusion of being frozen.

Below the fractured ridge, the tomb trembles continuously. Yin Qi gathered together, and there seemed to be a crying sound.

The babbling became clearer and louder. So everyone heard clearly what it was.

"Wang."

"Wang."

"Wang."

"..."

A sound from all directions came into my ears. When the monks with poor mood heard these sounds, their expressions were dull and numb, but the people knelt on the ground and shouted fanatically: "King, king, king ……"

This performance makes other people's scalp numb.

"Wuliang Tianzun, this place is wrong." The Taoist expression was extremely solemn.

Qi Zifeng of Shanhai Daochang's expression remained unchanged and said: "Senior, at this time, I can see that this is wrong."

The Taoist shook his head and said, "The old Taoist is wrong because the voice is wrong. This is not a war dead soldier of Rong Chao, but a kind of old-fashioned accent. The talents of the immortal villages will say that other places have long been lost."

Zhou Chen put his arms around his chest, and the person who once had a stern look is now embarrassed: "Are these elegant words from more than 10,000 years ago?"

The Taoist nodded: "Yes."

He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the tomb below the ridge, and said: "Thousands of years ago, people will wake up."

As soon as these words came out, it was as if the cold current of the extreme north ice and snow crossed several people, and it was as cold as the bones.

All those present were people who had seen the world before, even so, they were still pale with horror.

But more terrible things are yet to come.

Following the sound of the ‘king’ coming closer and closer, they froze in place and couldn’t move, slowly gathering blurred figures around them.

Senhan's yin air lingers around, and these figures become clear from blurry. Everyone could clearly see the ghosts that almost overlapped with them, dressed in armor, holding weapons, and the two black flags that were condensed and covered almost the entire sea were erected.

"Naihe" is written in large black and gold letters on one side, and "Cui Lai" is written on the other side.

The two big flags ignore the power of the sea, as if hunting independently of another space.

Under the leadership of General Ghost, the two legions knelt on one knee under the black banner, staring frantically at the high graveyard, shouting: "King!"

As they shouted, there seemed to be endless beliefs pouring toward the tomb.

The tortoiseshell tombstone began to vibrate, and slowly there was a slight, imperceptible heartbeat.

Obviously, the sea floor is so noisy, the sound is not too loud, it can even be said to be faint, but it resounds strangely in everyone's ears, suppressing all the noise.

The Ghost Legion fell silent for an instant, but its expression became more fanatical.

But the monks who were surrounded by the Yin soldiers immovable were ashamed and shocked.

Nah! Come on!

The legendary two strange armies of the Hades Dynasty, and the great forces in the middle thousand worlds that have been fought have no power to fight back, why did they appear here!

Didn’t they have been eradicated long ago?

There are some monks who have a long heritage of power behind them are shocked, even if they are in a state of fear.

Qi Zifeng said in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Where is this heartbeat?"

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of the heartbeat changed from weak to stronger, and the time between the beats became more rhythmic.

Something is slowly recovering!

A cultivator of the Jinghai School trembled and said: "This, this voice is, is from the tomb of Emperor Xu."