The strong from the wild

A master of gods and men, he will live forever.

Liu Yi didn't know how many years Liu Zhenyang had lived.But the time of Liu Zhenyang's fall should be in the recent 3000 years.

The Wild Diling Village has a history of only 3000 years.

Even the Yuxi School is only 3000 years old.

3000 years ago, Liu Zhenyang appeared in the realm of Qiongyu, hired Luo Bandao and Xuanjizi as guides, traveled around the realm of Qiongyu, and finally set up a large array of Liangyi dust moving, arranged in the boundless mountains.

The movement array of Liangyi Mochen has dissipated, but there are two items in the array, which fell into Liu Yi's hands.

One is the picture scroll known as the machine to become a god.This painting has been kept in Liu Yi's hands, but it is difficult to find out the mysteries in the scroll. As for what is the chance to become a god, Liu Yi has never really understood.

The second is the innate unity talisman.There was a weapon spirit in this talisman, but it was wiped out of consciousness by Master Xue Yu. Since then, Liu Yi has been with him, but due to insufficient cultivation, it is difficult to exert the tyrannical power of this spirit treasure.

Liu Yi has never met Liu Zhenyang, but he has admired this ancestor for a long time.

This is not just the admiration of a monk of the younger generation for the gods and men, but also the admiration of the ancestors of the descendants of the younger generation.

Worshiping ancestors is the duty of future generations.

Therefore, Liu Yi came to the depths of the endless void.

In the depths of the void, there is nothingness. Without reference objects, it is natural to be unable to distinguish up, down, left, and right.

The solemn and solemn breath rushed towards his face, making him breathless.

Liu Yi and the two monks turned their bodies upside down and flew to the entrance of the main hall. Looking up at the gate that was several thousand meters high, their minds became a little heavy.

The gate of the palace is thousands of meters high, and the main hall is even more magnificent.

It is like an eternal mountain, suspended in the void, proud of the ages.

"The junior monks are all empty, empty, pay homage to God Liu!"

Jie Kong Monk and Vacuum Monk clasped their hands together and bowed at the entrance of the main hall.

There was no need for the two of them to say more, Liu Yi had already bowed at the door.

When worshiping ancestors, there should be complete etiquette, and Liu Yi is no exception.

Although he had never seen Liu Zhenyang before, but now standing at the entrance of the main hall, there was a feeling of blood churning and blood connection deep in his blood.This feeling comes from the depths of the soul, but it cannot be faked.

Descendants and ancestors, in the dark, naturally have a mysterious connection.

Especially practitioners have extremely keen senses and are easier to detect.

It seems that there is a call from the depths of the soul, calling Liu Yi, so Liu Yi can't help but stand up and walk towards the gate ten meters ahead.

"Friend Daoist Liu!"

Monk Jiekong's expression changed slightly, and he dissuaded him: "Although this is the mausoleum of your ancestors, it is also a tomb of gods, where gods and men are buried. We are not gods and men, so we should maintain due respect for gods and men. It's unreliable to get too close, otherwise I'm afraid it will blaspheme the gods!"

God's tomb?

Liu Yi raised his head, looked up at the majestic hall, and thought in his heart: "If a mortal person dies, he will eventually turn into a pile of loess. Masters in the realm of gods can live forever, and only a drop of bone and blood remains. It can be revived by the tyrannical secret method of the Juejue. But my ancestor has a serious mausoleum. Is it just because my ancestor made too many enemies and had no friends to help him when he was alive? Is that why no one is willing to perform the ** Gathering Jue for him?"

According to common sense, Liu Yi, as a descendant, really shouldn't question his ancestors in his heart.

But Liu Yi had clearly heard from Master Xue Yu that the ** Gathering Art is extremely tyrannical.Moreover, I once saw Linghu Qiudao use this mysterious method of the gods and men to resurrect the thousand-meter giant.

"Friend Daoist Liu! Stop quickly!"

Seeing that Liu Yi still hadn't stopped, Jiekong Monk shouted again: "There are formations arranged by gods and men around this mausoleum. Die!"

Rumble!

A muffled sound came from the hall.

In the void, there is no air, so naturally sound cannot be transmitted.

When Jiekong Monk spoke, he relied on the method of sound transmission to spread his words to Liu Yi No. [-] Middle School.

But at this moment, the rumbling sound of thunder came from across the air, directly resounding in the hearts of everyone.

All I saw was a beam of light, shooting from the front.

There was a gap between the two gates that were thousands of meters high, and the light came out from this gap, reflecting a bright road under Liu Yi's feet.

"The two great monks wait here for a while, I will go in and check first."

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows, said a few words in succession, and said: "The ancestors of my Liu family who are resting in the mausoleum of the gods are the ancestors of my Liu family. There may be many crises in the mausoleum. The two great monks are not members of my Liu family, so they only need to stay outside the hall." That is, you don’t have to take risks with me.”

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Liu looks down on the poor monk?"

The vacuum monk grinned, his snow-white goatee trembling slightly, and said: "Since the two of my brothers and sisters have brought you out of the Qiongyu realm, we should bring you back to the Qiongyu realm. If half of it is injured Hairy hair, I'm afraid that your Xuantian sect will regard me as a life and death enemy in Daning Temple, and it will be difficult for the two sides to get along with each other in harmony."

"There is no need for the great monk to worry about this. I am not a reckless person. I have my own sense of proportion. Besides, this is the tomb of my ancestors. The ancestors and I are connected by blood. There is a trace of connection in the dark. I was guided by my ancestors when I entered this tomb. How could it hurt me?"

Liu Yi didn't say any more, and bowed his hands to Jie Kong Monk and Vacuum Monk, which was regarded as declining their kindness, and immediately strode forward and walked into the mausoleum!

The gate of the mausoleum has been opened.

The tomb where the gods and masters are buried can of course be regarded as the tomb of the gods!

Liu Yi was full of anticipation, thinking that if he could see his ancestor Yi Rong in the mausoleum, he would be able to look up at him to some extent, and if there were bones left, he could call Linghu Qiudao in the future and perform the ** Gathering Head Art to make him live again.

Inside the mausoleum hall, it was empty.

There is only one pair of armor, which is placed in the center of the hall.

The armor was golden, and it was somewhat similar in style to the armor worn by Taoist Linghu Qiu, but upon closer inspection, one could see many ancient inscriptions engraved on the armor.

The ray of light revealed by the gate earlier came from this armor.

Now that Liu Yi saw the armor, he was a little stunned, because he clearly felt that he seemed to have a connection with this armor from the depths of his blood...

"This... This is the armor left by the ancestors? Why is there a mausoleum in Nuo Da, but there is no body of the ancestors, only a piece of armor?"

Liu Yi frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the armor lightly, but the armor opened countless cracks and shattered into a cloud of smoke and dust!

As for the ancient inscriptions engraved on the armor, they were peeled off from the shattered armor one after another, like a large piece of writing, and rushed towards Liu Yi...