Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 507 Wu Xian
  After all, since Wang Ye entered Qingxi Ancient Town, he had already noticed that the final BOSS in the Dixian Village map was probably not the Nine Death Jingling Lingjia and the Dixian Feng Shigu.

It's not some Pangu corpse moss either.

It is the ancient Wuxie clan, the existence that Wu Xian, one of the most famous witches in ancient times, used his life to seal.

Ancient gods.

It is also a local legend about the Flame Ghost that has been circulating for thousands of years.

Wang Ye didn't know the name of this ancient god before.

Later I learned that one of the most likely names of this ancient god was actually Zhu Rong.

No matter how this world line changes.

The name Zhurong has special meaning to Wang Ye and every Chinese.

This is one of the eight hundred ancient gods.

It is not comparable to the ancient star-spotted god in the corpse cave, or the snake god and his ilk in the imaginary space of the ghost cave.

That is, the Dragon God among the Guixu of the South China Sea can barely be compared.

Faced with such a powerful existence, and it was very likely that it was not a very friendly existence, it was impossible for Wang Ye not to worry about being cheated.

But Wang Ye reacted quickly.

Although the power of the ancient god in the secret room below is very pure, it is surprisingly... weak.

This is a bit strange.

In Wang Ye's impression, the ancient gods he met before, even if they only project part of the power into this space, are so powerful that all the alien beasts and evil spirits cannot compare.

Why is the power of Ancient God Zhu Rong so weak in such a pure situation?

Of course, what Wang Ye said about weakness was comparing the power of Ancient God Zhu Rong with the power of other Ancient Gods.

This force is still extremely powerful.

It is intangible and qualityless, but after it is released, almost all the moisture and rot in Zhou Guo's sky are forced back.

Wang Ye has no doubt that even the Nine Death Jingling Armor cannot approach this area.

This place has become an anomaly in the Feng Shui pattern of Pangu Vein in Coffin Mountain.

No matter how powerful the Feng Shui Qi veins, breath flow, or energy fluctuations around you are, they can't affect this place.

Wang Ye also felt why his Eye of Truth and energy detection skills had always been unsatisfactory in the Coffin Mountain area.

This force interferes with energy very powerfully.

It brought all the energy of Zhou State with a very close and hot breath.

It was difficult for Wang Ye to detect the differences and transfers between different aura energies.

This is very troublesome.

When Wang Ye got here, he could only look into the secret room with his flashlight.

The more he saw, the more incredible Wang Ye felt.

The densely carved figures on the surrounding walls are all ancient spells.

Moreover, these talismans are all filled with blood-like, fire-like, and cinnabar-like pigments.

The odor emitted completely isolates the inside and outside of the metal chamber.

In the middle of the entire secret room is a platform made of vermilion stones.

The table is carved with flame-like patterns.

Next to this stage is an old man wearing a blue seven-star robe with a very primitive and vigorous dragon and tiger pattern painted on it.

The old man has been dead for a long time.

But it did not turn into a skeleton. The skin on his body had dried up and turned sallow, turning into a leather-like texture with a little luster.

Wang Ye could even smell the faint aroma emanating from the old man's corpse.

Rather than rancid.

In addition to wearing a witch robe, the old man also wore a square mask on his head, but the mask was uncovered and placed on his head.

On both sides of the body were a bronze drum made of unknown animal skin, and a walking stick made of peach wood.

The cane is about five feet tall, about eyebrow height, and has a huge knot on one end.

Rather than saying it is a Dharma branch, it is better to say it is an eyebrow-leveling stick. Using this thing to directly smash the head of the dog on the opposite side is probably more convenient than casting a spell.

What made Wang Ye feel a little strange was that the old man's corpse actually had a smile on his face.

This smile is not a cold and hypocritical smile.

It comes from the heart.

Wang Ye has the Great Luo Cave View and can see the human heart very clearly.

Wang Ye could still tell whether the expression on his face expressed his inner emotions.

If it doesn't come from the heart, there won't be such a smile.

This is the look that grandparents look at their little grandson.

Kindness, pampering, bottomless, principled, and bottomless love, even a bit of doting.

Rather than the majestic and rule-based love of teachers and parents.

Although the old man had been dead for a long time, Wang Ye could not feel the fear of death, whether it was the body language of opening his arms to protect the cinnabar platform or the unreserved loving smile on his face.

Wang Ye believed that this old man was deeply in love with someone on the cinnabar stage in front of him...

Wang Ye was stuck.

Because he discovered that in the entire space, above the cinnabar altar was an extremely white turtle shell.

In the center of the turtle shell is a bird's nest-like swaddling cloth made with the appearance of some animal.

There is a layer of white silk inside.

On the silk was a flame that glowed slightly red.

Wang Ye's true eye can see clearly at such a close distance.

Inside this strange fire was a baby.

A baby girl.

Wang Ye came down from the turtle shell cave entrance and walked to the cinnabar altar, dumbfounded.

In an instant, Wang Ye suddenly understood.

This old man with a white beard, wearing a witch robe and looking very powerful in combat, probably a melee mage-like character, is Wu Xian.

That name has been passed down for thousands of years. Even though the history of ancient times has become like a fog and can no longer be restored, this name is still remembered by people.

One of the most powerful men in the history of the First Men.

Wu Xian.

Before Wu Xian died, he exhausted his witchcraft power and life, and the sealed Flame God Zhu Rong was the baby girl in the flames in front of him.

Yes, Zhu Rong is a woman.

Wang Ye felt his scalp numb.

This is because I came into contact with some incredible things.

And the legend seems to be a little off.

No matter how you look at it, the relationship between Wu Xian and Zhu Rongzhiwen doesn't look like the relationship between seal and being sealed.

Even if it was a seal, Wu Xian's intention was to protect rather than imprison.

Wang Ye slowly stretched out his hand, and the first person he touched was Wu Xian.

In the blink of an eye, countless pictures flooded into Wang Ye's consciousness.

Wang Ye's sea of ​​consciousness is far wider than that of ordinary people.

But facing such a massive amount of information, Wang Ye still felt a splitting headache.

Beads of sweat as big as soybeans began to appear on his forehead.

After a few seconds, the dizziness on Wang Ye's head slowly disappeared.

At the same time, the look of shock in Wang Ye's eyes became even more obvious.

Wu Xian is dead.

But not dead.

(End of this chapter)