Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 361 360. The Gravekeeper

I saw this flower branch carved by spiritual power fell to the ground and immediately took root in the land of Tianyuan.

Then, one peach tree after another broke out of the ground, and within a few breaths, it grew into a luxuriant peach forest, expanding outward until there was no end in sight.

The peach forest is vast, and the peach blossoms on the trees bloom instantly, and the trees are full of flowers, which are bright and beautiful.

An Le secretly praised in her heart: "Zhongxu's attainments in natural creation skills are no less than mine."

This supernatural power of turning into a peach forest is obviously a means of natural good fortune, and the spirit flower still has such power after thousands of years, which shows the subtlety of Zhongxu's Taoism.

At this time, the cultivators who were not far away were still standing there, completely silent, all of them were shocked by the terrifying power of those sword lights just now.

Pairs of eyes fell on An Le, both shocked and puzzled, guessing the identity of this strange monk.

For monks of their level, it is not difficult to kill a giant void beast, and it is difficult to win against a dozen of them, but when the number of void creatures reaches a certain level, they can only turn around and run away. But right now, in just a split second, all the beasts in the void were beheaded by this man!

Even monks who think highly of themselves can see the huge gap.

"The herd of void beasts...is it all wiped out like this?"

Old Ghost Jian looked in front of him blankly. He was ready to fight desperately and cover Dao Ancestor's escape, but the giant void beasts were wiped out too quickly. Before he could even make a move, a monstrous rain of blood fell from the sky.

Seemingly enlightened and relieved, Old Ghost Jian muttered to himself: "This is Wuxu Daozu."

Old Ghost Jian still had countless doubts in his heart, but An Le had already walked deep into the peach forest, so he had no choice but to follow quickly.

"Wait, this direction is..."

Soon, the other cultivators noticed the spread of the peach forest, and their complexions changed slightly.

The old ghost Jian in the peach forest also remembered some rumors that have been circulating in Tianyuan since ancient times, and couldn't help but remind him: "Ancestor Dao, there is a forbidden area in Tianyuan ahead, and there is a half-crazy strong man in it, who claims to be the gravekeeper. All those who enter the restricted area are driven out, the action is extremely heavy, please be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure slowly walked out of the peach forest in front of him.

The whole body of this person was covered in a black robe, only half of his wrinkled face was exposed, his temperament was deep and filthy, like the void above the abyss of heaven.

Seeing this old man, Old Ghost Jian's hairs stood on end, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The aura of the black-robed old man is almost completely integrated with the void, making it impossible to tell whether he has been polluted by the void and turned into an irrational monster.

The old man looked at An Le quietly, and sighed quietly: "You are here."

An Le responded softly: "Yes, I'm back."

"Then please come with me."

The old man turned around and walked deep into the peach forest.

An Le followed behind him, silent.

Seeing this, the cultivators who were secretly paying attention to this area were greatly surprised, and those who had been speculating about An Le's identity had come to a conclusion in their minds.

This tomb keeper has a great reputation in Tianyuan, is powerful, but extremely mysterious.

All the monks who entered the restricted area would be beaten up by him and then thrown out. The light ones would recuperate for several months, and the severe ones would not recover for hundreds of years.

But for monks who are ordinary in fighting to the death, such a method is actually quite mild.

Therefore, there are still not a few monks who want to explore this restricted area, but they all fail without exception.

The strength of the tomb keeper is beyond people's expectations. For so many years, no one has been able to reach the depths of the restricted area, and the identity of the old tomb keeper has become a mystery. The monks only know that he is very old and is always being emptied by the void. erosion.

As time went by, the tomb guard became more and more ruthless, and his reason seemed to be drifting away from him.

When several cultivators exploring the restricted area, the tomb guards abolished their cultivation. Since then, no one has dared to step into the restricted area.

The cultivators guessed that the tomb guard had fallen into madness under the pollution of the void, and his body and mind had slipped into an uncontrollable abyss.

Therefore, at this time, when people saw that the tomb guards were in peace with An Le, they were very surprised.

An Le followed the tomb guard, walked for a while, and saw a stone tablet standing in the peach grove head-on, with the words "Gonghua Palace, the tomb of Zhengqing Tiangong" written on it.

Old Ghost Jian was slightly taken aback, he had heard of this name before, this person was the first generation disciple of Good Fortune Palace, and he had helped other top forces in the world to repair their sect palace buildings, now in Tianjian Palace, The palace built by this predecessor still remains, with his signature on it.

In the six palaces of the world back then, there were many examples of mutual help and mutual learning and exchange, which made old ghost Jian have a little impression of this name.

"Is this Zhengqing Tiangong buried in Tianyuan?"

Old Ghost Jian was slightly puzzled: "But why have I never heard of it before..."

He doesn't know much about the secret past tens of thousands of years ago, he only heard a few words, and knows that a great event happened many years ago, and many famous Void Refining experts disappeared out of thin air. People of that era.

Old Ghost Jian was about to observe the stele carefully when he suddenly became dazed.

Not far behind the stone tablet, there is another stone tablet standing there, engraved with "Tianjian Palace, Tomb of Xuan Qiubai."

The whole body of Jian Laogui was shocked, unlike Zhengqing Tiangong, this Xuan Qiubai is an orthodox sword cultivator of Tianjian Palace, and can be said to be one of the ancestors of Jian Laogui!

He quickly looked further away, and saw more steles, many in number, with different names engraved on them.

The old ghost Jian became more startled the more he looked at it. The names on the stele were all famous and powerful monks, many of whom were geniuses who created an era, or belonged to the twelve major powers in the world today, or belonged to the monks who had already been in history. The destroyed sect.

They were all the most dazzling stars of that era!

But now, the tombstones of these people stand here like a stone forest, silent, solemn and dead.

Old Ghost Jian sighed: "It turns out that this is the truth about this forbidden land."

An Le looked at the forest of steles in front of him, looking for it, and soon saw that in the center of the forest of steles, there was an extraordinarily tall stone tablet, which read——

"Principal of the Great Zhou Academy, the tomb of Tianren Mountain!"

Beside this stone tablet, there are several other stone tablets, all of which are engraved with the familiar names of An Le, Zhongxu, Tiexuan, Zen master Niansuan... and many old friends whom he knew in Dazhou.

If there is no freshly grown peach forest, this forest of steles will only be more desolate, without any breath of life, only the deep void and the thick earth as companions.

And this old man has guarded here for countless years!
Not only Old Ghost Jian, Hong Yingxue was also surprised by this scene, and felt a sense of sadness at the same time.

Will those old friends never be able to see each other again after all?
At this time, the tomb keeper turned around, and the eyeballs jumped out of the eye sockets, and many fine tentacles eagerly drilled out from under the eyelids, as if they wanted to devour everything they saw.

He didn't take it seriously, stretched out his hand to press the eyeballs back into their sockets, and looked at An Le silently.

An Le frowned, and said, "Did your injury be left in the void?"

He looked at the tomb keeper's body covered by a black robe. Under the black robe, there was a very strong atmosphere of void, and there were things that looked like tentacles walking under the robe. It was obvious that the erosion of the void on the old man had already penetrated deeply. terminally ill.

"It's just a little old problem, it's not a big deal."

The gravekeeper said indifferently, with a kind of indifference to his own life in his words: "Anyway, I should have died a long time ago."

Then, he said with a half cry and a half smile: "Tao Patriarch Wuxu, you came too late."

"As you can see, we failed."

An Le didn't change his face, and said: "No, it's not too late, and we haven't failed."

His voice was soft, but extremely firm.

The old man who guarded the tomb was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed out loud as if hearing an extremely funny joke: "Hahaha, isn't it too late? Isn't it too late?"

"My master, senior uncle, and senior sister...they were all top experts in the world back then, and they were the most outstanding geniuses, but what? None of them came back, none of them came back!"

He laughed so loudly, so wildly, that tears flowed from his eyes, and the body under the black robe continued to distort and swell to a huge size, as if it was about to turn into a terrifying monster.

"And the reason why I am still alive is because I am a deserter! I was injured in the void, and the master sent me back, and I became the only one who survived at that time, do you understand! People like me survived!"

"Now, you say... it's not too late?"

The mutation under the old man's black robe became more and more intense. Thick tentacles emerged from the collar and cuffs of the robe, pressing down on Anle with a terrifying aura.

But just when he was about to touch An Le, the old man's body suddenly shrank like a deflated ball, and he knelt down in front of An Le.

He finally broke down in tears, and said in a raving voice: "We've lost, we've already lost..."

An Le looked at the rickety old man, but his heart did not waver in the slightest, and he said with relief: "You have done a good job."

The tomb guard stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand why his demeanor didn't change, and his Dao heart remained firm.

"child."

An Le continued: "The predicament we faced back then was far more desperate than it is today."

"I also had a broken heart and wanted to give up struggling, but I survived and broke through the desperate situation. Since then, I have understood that everything depends on human effort!"

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope for success, I will do it."

His voice was deafening, not only the tomb guards, but even the old ghost Jian couldn't help being shaken and respectful.

The gravekeeper suddenly understood why the man in front of him was hailed as the ancestor of Taoism, and why his master respected him so much.

At this time, An Le smiled: "Besides, how do you know that people who go deep into the void will definitely disappear?"

"Under these steles, are there empty graves?"

The old man who guarded the tomb was shocked, and there was an undetectable gleam in his eyes: "You mean..."

An Le looked around, and saw that next to the stele engraved with Zhongxu's name, there was another unnamed stele and an empty coffin.

The keeper of the tomb did not regain his madness, and said, "I am Zhongxu's disciple, and I prepared this tombstone and coffin for myself."

"Then you should call me Master."

An Le said to him, "Hold out your hand."

The gravekeeper was a little hesitant, he was too deeply infected by the void, and he was worried that the pollution of the void would bring peace.

"Hawking and chirping, just as unhappy as your master."

An Le scolded with a smile, the invisible mana touched the body of the tomb guard and took out his hand.

As soon as he came into contact with this mana, the complexion of the old man who guarded the tomb changed slightly. He is a remnant monk from the previous era, and he still maintains the state of the past. Only in this way can he be invincible all over the world, but in front of this profound mana, he looks like a gangster. A child who has learned to walk has no power to fight back.

"hiss……"

And the moment he saw the tomb guard's arm under the black robe, Old Ghost Jian couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that this arm was as dry as bark that had been dead for more than ten years, with dark scales and wrinkles, and even tiny tentacles clinging to it. This was the change caused by the pollution of the void.

Not just the arms, the old man has such weird tissues all over his body.

Just as many monks in Tianyuan guessed, the distance between the tomb guards is completely out of control, and there is not much time left.

With a thought in An Le's mind, the Void Armor covered her palm and touched the tomb keeper's arm.

In an instant, the mysterious power of the void poured into the magic armor, but the absorption efficiency was not high.

Void Demon Armor, an entry that An Le used to rely heavily on, gradually failed to keep up with his growth in strength, and his chances of appearing on the stage were dwindling.

But now that Anle thought about it, it was somewhat similar to the way the void pollutes the human body, except that the void armor is more controllable and has almost no side effects.

"Perhaps...you can use the void to transform this magic armor again?"

When An Le was thinking about it, the gravekeeper withdrew his hand and said, "Patriarch, I know my body well."

"Although your method can make me feel better, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Besides, I have lived for so many years, and it is time for me to die."

An Le was not so pessimistic, but said, "Just wait for a few days."

"I want to practice here, please help me protect the law."

The gravekeeper nodded yes.

After the gloomy old man left, Hong Yingxue asked curiously: "Anle, are you sure that Zhongxu and the others are still alive?"

An Le shook her head and said frankly, "I'm not sure."

An Le looked in the direction where the grave guard was leaving, and said softly: "I'm just giving him a glimmer of hope, otherwise, before the void completely destroys him, he will die of self-destruction."

Hong Yingxue seemed to understand, and nodded.

An Le still didn't say a word. This hope was also left for himself by him.

After dismissing the old sword ghost with a few words, An Le sat cross-legged in front of the forest of steles, practicing meditation.

An Le opened the panel when the deduction times were refreshed.

[Start deduction! 】

[On the first day, you activated the supernatural power left by Zhongxu and marched towards the endless void. 】

[But Zhongxu's coordinates have become blurred for a long time, and you have lost the direction of the way forward. 】

[You are lost in the void. 】

[Day 36131, you died. 】

(End of this chapter)