Chapter 233 Rest of Resting Place

"Kid you know why these people would rather risk dying in this ancient relic than bring the disciples of their respective sects here?"

The crazy old man, the gravekeeper, did not directly answer the question of the Night God Festival, but turned his head to look at the brothers and sisters of the Night God Festival and asked with a meaningful smile,

"I just heard them say that they came for the treasures in this ancient ruins, but I don't know what the treasures in their mouths are, but in my opinion, these treasures should be some rare elixirs of great value, or the cultivation skills that record some powerful spiritual skills..."

The Night God Festival pondered for a moment, then looked up at the old man who looked at the gravekeeper and replied,

"Hey hey, boy, you will have these things in every ancient mausoleum. Before their death, every ancient mausoleum will record what they have learned in their resting place. Even the elixir collected in front of them will be left in their own mausoleum..."

When the crazy old man the gravekeeper said this, he couldn't help smiling on his face. "But among these ancient powerful tombs, the most attractive ones are the spiritual martial arts used in front of the ancient powerful ones."

"Lingwu." Hearing the words of the old man, the night god sacrifice couldn't help but show a look of doubt on his face, "Can those ancient powers inherit their own spiritual weapons?"

"Strictly speaking, it is not heredity. In other words, those that have been passed down from ancient times should be said to be inherited." The old man, the gravekeeper, shook his head gently and then sighed and said, "These ancient spiritual weapons left by the ancient gods have also given them another name, which is the ancient divine soldiers."

"In the eyes of most people today, the spiritual martial arts condensed by the ancient power are absolutely the kind of powerful and powerful peerless soldiers who have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, so they have to work hard to enter those ancient powerful resting places to get the ancient magic soldiers in their minds. "."

"So in such a long time, has anyone succeeded in obtaining the inheritance of these ancient power and getting the ancient soldiers they are eager for?"

For the Night God Festival, the old man in front of him is equivalent to a history book with considerable experience, so anything difficult to understand or incredible in the Night God Festival will be said without reservation,

The Night God Festival knows that only by putting down his posture to a sufficient extent can the old man, the gravekeeper in front of him, tell the historical truths hidden under the heavy veil and the ancient secrets that people don't know.

"In fact, in the long history, no one has ever been able to really inherit these ancient gods, let alone those ancient gods." The old man, the gravekeeper, couldn't help smiling softly when he said this, with an almost crazy expression on his face, "Because everyone who can get close to the ancient resting place will die..."

"All of them will die, is it..." The Night God Festival couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard the words. Is there any ulterior secret in those ancient resting places?

"Every ancient ruins are full of trap levels. Even if they can go through these traps to those ancient and power resting places, I'm afraid they can't escape the last hunt of us gravekeepers."

The old man, the gravekeeper, smiled, and then raised the wine gourd in his hand and drank a big sip of wine, revealing his dark brown yellow teeth. "And once we meet those powerful opponents, we gravekeepers will not shrink back because of this, even if we can't hunt those who entered the ancient mausoleum with our own hands. The grave man will also activate the last self-destruction trap in those ancient tombs and die with those people..."

And when the Night God Festival was talking with the old man of the tomb guard about the ancient power and the ancient god soldiers left by the ancient power, Qin Fen, the head of the Hehuan School, and Murong Hua, the head of the Diling Palace, also brought their disciples to the last checkpoint,

Looking at the stone door depicting complicated runes in front of him, whether it is Murong Hua, the head of the Diling Palace, or Qin Fen, the head of the Hehuan School, they couldn't help showing a touch of excitement on their faces.

You should know that these people can come here, discover this ancient relic and take the lead in entering it. In addition to having good luck, they also have also moved the elite forces of the whole sect, so that the two masters of their school can come here.

Especially after sacrificing more than half of the elite disciples in the sect, the expressions on Murong Hua and Qin Fen's faces gradually became gloomy. Fortunately, after their efforts, they finally safely resisted the core area of this ancient relic.

And the ancient divine soldier they wanted to get was placed in the ancient power resting place at this time. What they had to do in front of them was to break this last level. As long as they could enter the ancient power resting place, Murong Hua and Qin Fen could get those cultivation secrets and ancient power. The remaining divine blade,

Qin Fen, the head of the Hehuan School, couldn't help but be excited at this time. He stepped forward a few steps and slowly pushed open the heavy stone door in front of him.

Although the stone door looks like no weight, Qin Fen slowly pushed the stone door under the condition of fully operating the whole body,

It's just that after pushing open the stone door, their expected golden light did not appear. What appeared in front of him was not the imaginary coffin that buried the ancient power body, but a figure in black armor...

"These, what the hell are these?" After seeing this strange and inexplicable scene in front of him, Qin Fen, the head of the Hehuan faction, couldn't help stepping back a few steps quickly, and a shocking look flashed in his uncertain eyes.

Those who stood behind Qin Fen also saw clearly the scene in the huge stone room in front of them at the moment when Qin Fen quickly retreated. They saw a neat row of soldiers standing in front of them. The skin of these soldiers had turned black, but the look on their faces was still black. Although I didn't feel the vitality of ordinary people from them, the heavy and unbearable murderous atmosphere has quietly permeated...

And when Qin Fen, the head of the Hehuan School, fell, these soldiers who were all black, leaving only the blades in their hands and shining with cold light suddenly opened their eyes, but there were no black pupils in their eyes, replaced by a strange and inexplicable blood. Colorful brilliance,