The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 797: Step on the nether, hold the scorching sun!

Inside the tiankeng, the battle scenes were extremely tragic, and there were falling heads everywhere, bloody and bloody, even if it was a cultivator, it would vomit if the senses were not blocked.

Looking at the tide of corpse generals, Bu Fei’s eyes flickered, and there were many thoughts in his heart.

What is buried in the Emperor Tomb? Let such a large number of gods die in no time? !

Thinking of this, Bu Feihua not only turned to look at the emperor.

The Empress said before Bu Feihua that if the three major families insist on entering the Imperial Tomb, they will most likely release incredible monsters, which will start the prehistoric dark turmoil in advance!

Obviously, the emperor must know something!

Also, if the emperor is really the Lord of God’s Court, that is, the offspring of the immortal emperor, how did she survive this long era and be born only recently?

Where did she sleep before? If she was sleeping in the depths of the Emperor Tomb, how did she run out of the Emperor Tomb without being born? !

There is too much fog, covering everything, and the concession is so extraordinary that there is no real truth at all!

The emperor’s daughter is extraordinary, and her complexion is as usual, but her frowning eyebrows still exposed her heart.

Her mood fluctuates greatly. According to Bu Fei’s speculation, she should be cherishing the memory of these corpses who are not afraid of death!

“The surname Su, aren’t you ready to take action? Our Zhuge family hired you, not for you to pose here and pretend to be sophisticated!”

Zhuge Changkong hadn’t said anything yet, Zhuge Qingtian couldn’t help it, and looked at Bu Feihua fiercely with a mocking look on his face.

“Could it be that your name is fake, niece Shang Yan, you are too kind, you said you have solicited some kind of dog to come back!”

Zhuge Qingtian’s words made Zhuge Shangyan look embarrassed next to Zhuge Shangyan. She looked at Step-by-step with a begging expression. The purpose was self-evident, and she wanted to make a concession.

“You said that my name is fake for Gaidai Tianjiao?! Why don’t you try it!”

Bu Feihua carried his hands on his back and stared at Zhuge Qingtian blankly.

“Boy, don’t be arrogant!”

Zhuge Qingtian had already suffered from Bu Feihua’s hands. Naturally, he would not find himself uncomfortable, and could only bitterly threaten Bu Feihua.

Bu Feifan and the Empress did not take action, and the patriarchs of the three major families didn’t say much. After all, the five goddess Tianjiao in the Tiankeng had almost solved all the corpses.

“Boom!”

Little Kunpeng launched a peerless blow. His hands were pressed together, and the lunar energy in his left hand and the solar energy in his right hand were compressed by his efforts.

The two hazy airs were slowly blending, but it was difficult to complete. In the end, they only merged three or four out of ten, which was already the limit of Little Kunpeng.

“go!”

Little Kunpeng slowly pushed the Yin & Yang air mass that was fused in his hand into the dark passage.

The hazy air mass, like a beacon to guide the way, quietly disappeared into the passage.

There was no earth-shaking vibration, no blazing light of destruction, everything was quiet.

After a long while, no corpse in the mausoleum rushed out.

“Get ready, you can go in!”

Bai Lin has spoken, and the thirty people who are qualified to enter the Imperial Tomb are fully prepared.

After that, the Bai family was in front, the Li family, and the Zhuge family hall, a group of thirty people, under the gaze of the onlookers around the Tiankeng, one after another disappeared at the entrance of the mausoleum!

Many cultivators, the envy of the pupils are all bloodshot and red, but they are useless, because the patriarchs of the three major families have already prepared to seal the mausoleum gate, and no one can enter.

No matter how many babies, no matter how enchanting the gods are, they have nothing to do with the cultivators outside.

Behind the mausoleum gate, it is no different from everyone’s guess. It is a deep and dark tunnel, not as narrow as imagined. It is very spacious, with a thin mist at the end that blocks the line of sight, and it condenses the literary spirit in the eyes without seeing it. Go further.

The patriarchs of the three major families, Bai Lin, Li Zaiqiu, including Zhuge Changkong, have already exited the Fengling Gate of the town.

The jade fragments that had opened the celestial wall of the mausoleum before were still intact after the celestial wall exploded.

At this time, the three patriarchs used the magic power to regroup the fragments of the sky wall scattered around the tiankeng, forming a ‘door’, covering the exit of the mausoleum.

“The raw materials for forging the sky wall are not prehistoric, and are as hard as Xiantian Lingbao. Except for three jade fragments, they cannot be opened. Everyone, the road ahead is dangerous, don’t lose it!”

Bai Lin mentioned a word ‘kindly’, and then everyone walked towards the end of the tunnel under his leadership.

The tunnel is very long and very long. Everyone can still see the decayed corpse of the corpse from time to time. It must be the Yin & Yang air mass that was finally penetrated into the tunnel by the little Kunpeng to absorb the obsession and cannot fight.

“We are here, at the end!”

On the way ahead, someone exclaimed that the tunnel finally came to an end.

“What’s that?! A weird palace overflowing with sullen air?!”

What greeted the extraordinary eye was a vast space, empty here, with only the far end, a palace overflowing with terrible shadows, looming, as if it did not exist.

Everyone stepped on the hard floor tiles, walked a long distance, and finally came to the front of the palace.

“Hall of Valor?!”

Bu Fei Jing looked at the majestic palace, and his heart trembled with the three characters on the plaque.

“Hall of Valor? What kind of spiritual place is this? What is suspected to be buried!”

Bai Lin, Li Zaiqiu, and Zhuge Changkong, the three quasi-sage and junior patriarchs, also looked at the palace in amazement, not knowing what the Hall of Heroes meant.

The Gedai Tianjiao were also thinking hard, but the emperor’s daughter looked at the Hall of Valor, with a weird face, and she didn’t know what she was thinking.

“Dao Master, do you know the Hall of Valor?!”

Bu Feifan and Shen Gongbao in the ring of Dimensional Sumeru started a Divine Sense exchange.

This place is too weird. There is only such a huge space. There is only such a palace standing. There are floating Yin Qi everywhere, especially this palace. It is like a volcano about to erupt. The black and heavy Yin Qi is scattered all over, and the bone-chilling air is almost ubiquitous. , Concession extraordinary can not help but scalp numb.

“Hall of Valor?! Boy, have you encountered this kind of thing?”

Shen Gongbao, who was inside the ring of Sumeru, couldn’t see everything outside, so his tone was shocked.

“Daoist, tell me about the Hall of Valor!”

Bu Feihua was eager to know what was enshrined or buried in this palace.

“The Hall of Heroes is a hall dedicated to receiving the undead!”

“I also saw it accidentally in a very old field history. According to legend, Demon Ancestor Luo Hu was the first to build the Hall of Heroes. If his demons are killed in battle, the undead will be taken to the Hall of Heroes. Rest in peace, this is a supreme glory!”

“Stepping on the netherworld, holding the scorching sun in your hand, the undead galloping into the Hall of Heroes with dignity and glory, this is the introduction of the Hall of Heroes by the wild history!”

Shen Gongbao had a little understanding of Concession Extraordinary.

The hall of heroes in front of him was probably cast by the emperor for the eight gods.

The undead of the fallen generals were taken into the Hall of Heroes by a special person, and the souls were able to rest in peace.

If you say so, then you can understand why this weird palace overflows with such terrible yin.