Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 589: Cemetery Stele Forest

The night was hazy.

The courtyard of the ancient temple was quiet.

In the sparkling water of Gujing, a bright full moon is reflected.

Not long after, a monk was reflected in the water, looking young, in his twenties, with a clear eyebrow, his eyes were clearer than well water.

Su Zimo looked at himself in the water and smiled slightly.

"Bright mind, bright mind ... do you want me to be clear-minded and point directly to my heart?"

Su Zimo murmured softly.

At this point, the old monk did not know where he was going, and Mingzhen had fallen asleep.

The ears of frogs fluctuated, and the cicadas shouted. The little fox lay beside the water well and slumbered sweetly. Su Zimo suddenly felt that his heart was extremely peaceful and quiet.

At the bottom of this isolated burial dragon valley, Su Zimo's state of mind received an unprecedented baptism.

He has been fighting for eight years.

Now, finally stop.

This is more like a kind of precipitation, a kind of return to truth.

Looking at the full moon above him, Su Zimo couldn't help recalling the night eight years ago.

Butterfly Moon, wearing a blood-red robe, stood under the falling peach blossoms, bathed in the moonlight, and asked softly, "Do you want to practice?"

For eight years, Su Zimo has been practicing the Secret of the Desolation King every night.

But now that Nedan is fragmented and there is not enough energy to supply, the Secret of the Desolation King has to stagnate, Su Zimo is really not used to it.

I just feel empty in my heart.

At this moment, Su Zimo's ear suddenly made a sound, full of jokes.

"Little baby, are you thinking about how to repair Nedan, quack!"

Su Zimo was startled.

This sound appeared without warning, and was extremely strange. It was not the voice of the old monk and Mingzheng Xiaoya at all!

Su Zimo subconsciously looked at the little fox aside.

The little fox was still dozing off, apparently not hearing this voice!

The sudden sound only he could hear!

Su Zimo looked dignified and looked around, ready to speak out to remind the old monk and Xiao Shami at any time.

"Quack quack, don't look for the baby, you can't see me!"

This voice sounded again, erratic, difficult to distinguish the direction, seems to be hiding in a corner and laughing at Su Zimo.

This time, Su Zimo calmed down and sneered secretly.

This person hid in the dark and pretended to be a ghost, as long as he ignored it, this person would definitely be unable to bear it.

"Little baby, I can help you repair Nedan, if you want to know, come to the backyard of this hall!"

Sure enough, the owner of the voice expressed his intention.

"The backyard of the main hall?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Prior to this, occasionally a heavy chain sound rang out in the backyard of the hall, and it seemed that something was trapped there, quite irritable.

"strange."

Su Zimo glanced at a bit of confusion, and secretly said, "Master once said that in this ancient temple, there are obviously only two people, him and Mingzhen, this person in the backyard ..."

Su Zimo's look changed, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.

The existence of the backyard is probably not a person, but a spooky ghost!

Just like the white shirt woman he met outside the ancient temple.

Therefore, the old monk would say that in this ancient temple, only he and Mingzhen were two people.

Because of this existence in the backyard, it is not human at all!

It can make Mingzhen so scared, and the old monk is so dreadful, not to mention, the origin of this fierce ghost is not small, and the means will never be weak!

"In the end, do you want to repair Nedan, any mother-in-law, quickly come to see Lao Tzu in the backyard!" Li Gui's voice sounded again, seemingly impatient.

Su Zimo certainly wanted to repair Nedan.

But he really couldn't believe it.

What's more, Mingzhen once urged him not to go to the backyard of the hall.

"You little baby is so timid as a mouse, can I even harm you?"

"Looking at your success, it's a long way from Lao Tzu's year, it can't be compared! Lao Tzu was not afraid of the sky, the ground was not afraid, and the world, who dare to stop!"

"Little baby, are you coming?"

Li Gui's tone is getting weaker.

Su Zimo closed his eyes and raised his soul and remained unmoved.

After being silent for a while, Li Gui suddenly said: "Do you want to know what the woman in the blood robe did here eight years ago? What did he do? Hey, I've been looking at it!"

Su Zimo's heart moved and opened his eyes.

The woman in the blood robe said in the mouth of Li Gui was obviously Butterfly Moon.

It seems that Su Zimo's mood fluctuations are noticed, Li Gui proudly said, "If you want to know, come to the backyard of the hall, Lao Tzu is waiting for you there, quack.

Su Zimo shook his fist and took a deep breath, but eventually he could not hold back, stood up, and walked towards the back of the hall.

He didn't want to miss any news about Dieyue.

Whether true or false.

Turning around the quaint noble palace, Su Zimo came to the backyard and stopped.

Su Zimo looked subconsciously, and he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and his eyes were deeply shocked.

The backyard of the main hall is a magnificent cemetery stele forest.

Tall tombstones were erected with clear writing on them.

"Tomb of the King of Fahua Temple."

"The Tomb of the Emperor Daming Fu of the Ming Dynasty."

"Fahua Temple Tomb of Yuze Power."

"Tomb of Xuming Power of Daming Temple."

"Admiral of the Empire, the tomb of Han Fei Power!"

"..."

At a glance, the tombstones were densely packed, standing on the grave.

This cemetery stele forest is filled with an inexplicable tragedy.

At least those who are buried here are Faxiang Daojun, and even the powerful tombstones, Su Zimo saw a lot!

"Ok?"

Su Zimo's gaze fell on another tombstone.

"The tomb of the ancestors of Daming Temple Hongguang!"

Mahayana ancestor's grave!

Mahayana ancestor, almost the pinnacle of power on the continent.

Unexpectedly, they were buried in this cemetery.

When Su Zimo was feeling, he subconsciously fell in the center of the cemetery.

There was only an insignificant grave bag. If you didn't pay attention, you would only think that it was a small raised small bag.

But it is this small clay bag, but it seems to be arrogant to the entire cemetery!

Within a hundred meters of it, there are no other tombstones, only this small clay bag!

Above the grave bag, a wooden board stood upright, crooked.

Only two words were written on the board.

Emperor!

These two words seem to have a mysterious power.

Su Zimo's expression changed drastically, but he felt that his chest became stuffy, but he took a few steps back to control it!

Tomb of the King!

In Su Zimo's mind, there was a resounding sentence, louder and louder.

Thousands of years ago, under this rift valley, there was the blood of the emperor, the ancestor fell, and the dragon was buried, but it is a great ominous land!

All this is true!

The catastrophe ten thousand years ago turned out to be so tragic that some emperor fell here!

"Oh!"

With a heavy chain sound.

Behind countless tombstone graves, in the dim moonlight, a tall figure slowly stood up from the ground, imposing, as if the sky above his head would be broken into a hole!

Accidentally updated another chapter. . . I ca n’t do this in the future, I have to reflect on myself, update so much, and scare everyone.

(End of this chapter)