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Looking at the four big characters on the plaque, Sun Jian and Qinglin both trembled, these four words are not names that can be said at will, the Netherworld Mansion is a legendary place, no one has really seen it, and their understanding of it is limited to rumors.

But now that they saw such a name in such a ruin, how could they not be shocked by the two of them.

Sun Jian stared at the plaque above his head with a change of expression, and said in a low voice: "It seems that we have come to an extraordinary place!"

"Netherworld, what a big breath, although there are a lot of Yin soldiers and Netherworld beasts here, but it's still not enough to be called Netherworld!" Qinglin also said solemnly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a supreme powerhouse in ancient times who wanted to build an underworld!" Sun Jian cleaned up his turbulent mood and then said calmly.

Qinglin was a little puzzled, "What are you doing to build the underworld, does it mean that he still wants to dominate the reincarnation of the world?"

"This is something that the Emperor can't do!"

Sun Jian's eyes revealed deep thoughts, and he said lightly: "There is a bodhisattva in the West Pole whose goal in his life is to purify the yin spirit of the world, he once said that hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha, if there is no mistake, this site is built by him, and he has never seen the real underworld, thinking that he wants to build the underworld himself and suppress it by himself." ”

Qinglin suddenly said, "You mean the King of Jizo!"

Sun Jian's expression suddenly changed, his eyes were red and he looked at Qinglin and said, "Say, how did you know this name!"

Qinglin was slightly stunned, and said a little puzzled: "This name is very unfamiliar?" Looking at Qinglin's blank expression, Sun Jian looked at Qinglin carefully, as if he wanted to see something from his face, but he didn't get any clues. So he gave up and said no more.

On the contrary, Qinglin was a little inexplicable, did the King of Jizo have anything special in Western Pole Buddhism? But he also knew that Sun Jian, a dead liar, would not say anything, so he asked again.

"Boom!"

A strong earthquake erupted from the underground, all of which erupted from the Netherworld, but it stood still and never collapsed.

"How do I think of this Netherworld...... "Sun Jian was a little surprised.

At this moment, Qinglin was shocked, Qionglou Yuyu came to the end, but there were three behemoths in the dark area behind, located in the darkness and did not shine.

"That's... Three coffins!"

His heart shook, three coffins, the smallest one was the size of a palace, and the three coffins were taller than the other, towering in the darkness.

"Six ancient halls, three large coffins, together, are the nine characters, the most exquisite numbers of the ancients. Qinglin muttered to himself slightly, somehow his intuition told him that this was definitely not the Netherworld Mansion built by the King of Jizo.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and there was a sudden violent earthquake in the Netherworld, and then it suddenly quieted down, and the divine power decreased sharply, slowly returning to calm, and the battle seemed to stop.

"Is it over?" Qinglin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to prepare for action.

Suddenly, there was a great chaos in the Netherworld, and the people inside seemed to be fighting for something, although it did not erupt into powerful divine power fluctuations, but it made strange sounds.

"Sure enough, it's over, let's ignore the three coffins first, and go to the Netherworld Mansion to take a look. Qinglin rushed over with flying arrows.

When he approached, Sun Jian's body shook, and his face was full of incredulity, and he said, "It's ..... it."

"What do you see?" Qinglin hurriedly stopped, stopped, and turned to look at him.

"Damn, it's actually this thing, damn it, don't let me know who did it, otherwise ......" Sun Jian cursed in a low voice.

Qinglin's heart was secretly shaken by Sun Jian's appearance, but no matter how much he asked, Sun Jian didn't say anything more, and just responded with silence.

Qinglin had no choice but to walk towards the Netherworld.

Walking into this netherworld, what comes into view is the center of the magnificent and empty hall, in the center of the hall there is a suspended altar, the whole body is pitch black, but it shoots out a ray of color, hanging down, very mysterious. The most heartwarming thing is that there is an animal skin scroll on the altar, which looks very ordinary, but it makes everyone excited at once. Everyone wants to rush over and snatch it for themselves, because it's probably a forbidden art!

Fusang Palace, Yipin Jiangshan, Shenyuan Clan, Bodhi Mountain, Legalist, Fututian and other major holy land great sects, their strongest descendants are all unharmed and unscathed.

In the main hall, Fusang Gongzi, Xiaoxiao, Nine-headed Divine Kite, Legalist Powerhouse, Bodhi Girl and others were all on guard against each other, and they all wanted to make a move to snatch the animal skin scroll on the black god platform.

When he walked in, he found an ancient tower in the main hall, which he had thought was an ornament at first, but now he realized that it was a very terrible weapon.

The ancient tower is translucent, you can vaguely see a wisp of divine power floating on it, this tower has a total of seven floors, and the highest floor sits on a hazy figure, looking down on these holy sons of the holy land.

Qinglin gasped, this person is absolutely extremely powerful, and now that a person appears in such a place, it has to be terrifying. With a chill in their hearts, many of the holy sons present did not step forward, but looked directly at the vague figure in the ancient tower, they could all feel the strength of that figure, so no one moved first, after all, whoever moved first at this time would become the target of everyone.

However, the arrival of Qinglin and Sun Jian has attracted the attention of many people, and now Qinglin is no longer the unknown young monk, and his reputation in the Northern Regions is not small.

The eldest son and the second son of the Divine Kite clan looked at Qinglin with cold eyes, if it weren't for the fear of the people around them, they would have come up and tear Qinglin now, but the nine-headed Divine Kite glanced at Qinglin lightly, without any expression.

"Hehe, that kid treats you as a bag, and he doesn't care about you at all!" Sun Jian said in a secret autobiography.

"It's okay, he'll pay for his conceit!" Qinglin also responded lightly.

The black god platform in the center of the suspended hall, Ruicai one after another, falling down, making people feel extremely comfortable, the animal skin scroll is close at hand, many holy land heirs will fight at any time, but no one dares to be the first to grab it.

"The black stone platform, what the hell is it, how can it hang in the air on its own, and there are traces of the Great Dao flowing on it?" Qing Lin looked at the pitch-black jade platform and transmitted his voice curiously.

Sun Jian said with some excitement: "This is a fucking treasure, such a big piece of ice obsidian, I really don't know who used it so extravagantly to sleep!"

"Ice Species Obsidian, what is that?" Qing Lin asked with some curiosity, the dead liar in front of him was eager to fly up at the moment, how could he not know that this was a good thing.

"Obsidian is the most pure energy in heaven and earth, there is a piece of obsidian on your body is enough to speed up your cultivation speed by tenth, and such a large piece of obsidian you sleep on it is equivalent to a month of cultivation, and this is also the best among obsidian - ice type obsidian, it can not only help you improve the speed of cultivation, but also can continuously remove stains in your body, temper your body, and repair some hard-to-find dark wounds, this is a supreme treasure!" Sun Jian drooled as he spoke, if he hadn't cared about these people around him, he would have flown up a long time ago.

Yipin River, Bodhi Mountain, Fusang Palace, Legalism, Fututian, Fireworks Rain Tower, Big Dipper Seven Star Sect these holy places coexist with the world, inherited to this day, immortal through thousands of catastrophes, the least have been inherited for nearly 50,000 years, and the farthest have been inherited for 200,000 years.

At this moment, these descendants of the Holy Land are all afraid, and no one dares to be the first to strike, otherwise they are likely to become the target of everyone. No one is a fool, at this time there is not only a foreign enemy, but also an unknown figure sitting in the distance, looking at them indifferently.

"If you want to do it but don't dare to make a move, it's really a waste!" The nine-headed god kite strode in, holding the halberd in his hand, eagle and wolf, scanning everyone present, he had a wild spirit, and then prepared to step forward.

The heirs of the Holy Land are all amazing figures, although he is the most famous in the Northern Regions, it does not mean that they will be afraid of him, but the atmosphere at the scene is still tense, because a big scuffle may break out.

At this moment, the ancient tower emitted a thick black gas, and that vague figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes, blocking the path of the nine-headed god kite.

"Ahem, I've been waiting for eight thousand years, and I've finally waited for you!"