The ancient time and space of the divine realm, the desolate and simple atmosphere permeated the four directions, no matter which direction you looked at, you felt that there was an invisible shackle coming from the surface.

Qingyang Huan sat under the sacred mountain, stabilizing the fluctuations in the spiritual world, and he got up and went in the opposite direction of the heavenly coffin, and he didn't know why Shen Luoxia was in the big array under the divine coffin, but he looked very powerful.

Since there is danger, it is better not to risk yourself, after all, life matters.

In addition to the Imperial Iron Cloak becoming a sacrifice, there were also mountains of thunder shining all over his body, and he sensed the origin aura in them, which was the little Thunder King of the Giant Clan.

It's terrifying.

This is filled in with two reincarnation war kings, although it seems that there are more reincarnation war kings in this era, but such a filling method, even if all the reincarnation war kings are filled in, it is not enough.

Shen Luoxia wants to be a chess player, how can Uncle Qingyang be a chess piece.

Since it's not fun, so what's so lively, how can you be afraid of big things, ride a donkey and see.

Qing Yanghuan walked forward for two quarters of an hour, crashing into a thick divine mist, and when the divine mist spread out in front of him, it was as if he had entered another world, and another scene appeared in his eyes.

This is an undulating mountain land, the mountains are majestic, lying like a giant dragon, the majestic breath lingers in the heaven and earth, each mountain is sensitive and beautiful, as if engraved with a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

......

Seeing Qingyang Huan crash into a divine mist and disappear, the Golden Crow Holy Son Yu Taijun, who was following in the distance, suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.

"God's house?"

He wasn't sure if Qing Yanghuan had entered another god's mansion, this weird god's domain was full of gods, tombs, and the resting place of the gods, and he would step into it if he wasn't careful.

He has also experienced the scene of disappearing all of a sudden, and even obtained a divine weapon and an ancient weapon by chance, but this is not the point, the focus is where the reincarnation king of the human race went.

Now that Qingyang Huan suddenly disappeared, he speculated that he should have fallen into a divine mansion.

At this moment, Pleiades Taijun's eyes showed thought, and his eyes subconsciously looked towards the place of the heavenly coffin, but unfortunately, thousands of gods were foggy, and he couldn't see the scene in the depths at all.

He didn't know that being with Shen Luoxia was no different from seeking skin with the tiger, and Shen Luoxia's ruthlessness was no better than that of the original demon, but under the scorching divine light, Shen Luoxia's methods were even more secretive.

What's more, Shen Luoxia's mind is even more gloomy, which is elusive, for example, this trip to the Primal Divine Tomb, all the heavenly warriors are rushing to the Primal Divine Tomb in the most central part of the Divine Domain.

However, only Shen Luoxia is not, his ambition is not just the Primordial God Tomb.

Now that the Golden Crow Clan has fallen to the Divine Heavenly Clan, and in addition to the fact that he, as the Holy Son of the Golden Crow, knows some secrets that outsiders cannot see, and the Divine Falling Xia came to devour this god, and the upper echelons of the Divine Celestial Clan did not know.

The young followers of the various vassal races sent to him by the two holy races had long since been lying in the blood-colored ravines outside the coffin, and their bones had begun to melt away, turning them into a pile of flesh and blood sacrifices.

In other words, it's a public-to-private affair.

Even regardless of the interests of the clan, all the young and strong vassals were sacrificed in blood, for their own selfishness, if the news spreads next, the gods and saints are strong, and they must also give an explanation to the major vassal groups.

He will be punished.

The young and strong people who came out of all races may not be the pinnacle of the heavens and all the races, but they are also the first-class Tianjiao, who have entered the combat power of the king of the extreme realm, and the future king is hopeful, and even has the opportunity to get a glimpse of the emperor's position.

Now that they are all hanging, they are still killed by the suzerain, which is unreasonable.

How could Shen Luoxia not know the consequences of doing this, but he did it, not with absolute confidence, that is a complete madman, between these two choices, Pleiades Taijun prefers Shen Luoxia is the first, he has already calculated everything.

Even if it was him, if it weren't for his strength to enter the level of the reincarnation battle king, he might have been lying in the reincarnation heavenly demon array.

In his dark golden pupils, he kept thinking about the gains and losses, he wanted to find the tomb of Zuwu, and even get the inheritance of Zuwu, but as the situation developed, he felt more and more tricky.

Shen Luoxia is not credible.

It is true that the Golden Crow Clan has fallen to the Divine Clan, but it cannot completely submit to the Divine Clan like the Five Elements Spirit Clan and the Wing Clan, and it will not even be long before these vassal bodies will be completely assimilated into the Sacred Clan.

"Hmm. ”

Suddenly, the light of Pleiades Taijun's eyes went into the distance, and a starlight fell from the top of the void, cutting a meteor shower.

The next moment, his body moved forward, and an illusory golden crow spread its wings, heading towards the divine mist that Qingyang Huan had disappeared before, and the divine mist was heavy, as if it was involved in a muddy swamp.

This kind of restraint is more than a few breaths, and there is a feeling of breaking through the clouds and seeing the blue sky.

......

God's house.

Qingyang Huan's eyes looked towards the heavenly dome, and a divine aura heavenly river fell down from the top of the heavenly dome, and he did not see the source of the heavenly river, but at the top of the heavenly dome was a magnificent star field, and the starlight halos overlapped and overlapped, intertwined and rotated slowly.

Under the divine energy gathered in the surrounding star field, it is a magnificent divine mansion.

I have to say that this time and space is really weird, and you can crash into the Divine Mansion by walking around.

There is no one with such luck.

His eyes looked into the depths, the temple was tens of thousands of zhang high, and the four parallel stone gates alone were as high as 10,000 zhang, as thick as a god, flowing with a simple atmosphere.

The stone door is engraved with two ancient gods, the left god has a snake body and a tiger head, holding a tiger sword, and the right god has a snake body with nine heads, and holds a spear on the claws stretched out from the abdomen.

Even if the two door gods have experienced eternal years, the feeling that this moment brings to Qingyanghuan is as if they are staring at him, as if they are alive.

Under the eaves above the huge stone gate of the quadruple, there is a huge stone plaque, but the stone plaque is empty, and there is a layer of dust floating on it.

The falling spirit was thick and vast, pressing on Qing Yanghuan's shoulders, and he saw two bronze lanterns hanging on the lintel of the temple, and there were faint lights jumping inside.

However, the light was already very weak, and the light of an inch was still jumping again.

Ever-bright lights.

There are often everlasting lamps in tombs, no matter what era it is, and in this era, even if an ordinary warrior is buried, the everlasting lamp will be lit, of course, it is just a good wish.

However, the two everlasting lamps hanging on the temple in front of him seem to be really bright, and they have not been extinguished for several great eras.

The ever-bright lamp hangs high, and it is self-evident what the temple in front of you is, this is a tomb hall.

Soon, outside the Qingyanghuan Hall, I saw a half-toppled divine monument, on which I could vaguely see the engraved divine inscriptions.

Airplanes!

It seems to have sensed the vitality, and suddenly all the dust on the monument was brushed off, and the ancient and silent divine texts were full of divine light, and the golden lotus bloomed in the void, and the divine inscriptions seemed to be alive.

Immediately following the words of the gods bite each other like tadpoles, surrounded by the surrounding golden lotus, an ancient time and space are slowly opened.

A majestic god from thousands of mountains, the bell of heaven and earth is sensitive, gives birth to spiritual wisdom, ignites the divine fire, condenses in the mountain godhead, and turns into a mountain god.

And the place where this god was born is Futu Mountain, which is the tomb of the god of Futu Mountain.

The inscription on the stele records the experience of the god of Futu Mountain from his birth to the godhood, but as for how he fell in the end, the picture was cut off.

Qing Yang Huan saw that on the far left side of the Divine Monument, there were two rows of divine inscriptions that had been smoothed out by deep ravines, like sword marks and axe splits, obviously deliberately covering up the facts.