City: I Have a New Identity Weekly

On the helicopter flying to Kunlun Mountains.

Are you really Liu An, King of Huainan?

Qingyang Daoist has been pestering Liu An.

Lonely, it's more real than real gold.

Liu An, whose self-esteem was severely frustrated at Su Xun's place, also enjoyed this feeling, but he was aiming at the helicopter like a douchebag.

After being resurrected, he has been hiding in a cave to heal his wounds, and he doesn't know anything about this modern society.

This thing can soar for nine days, what's the reason?

And that thing called a mobile phone, why can you communicate with people thousands of miles away, and still see each other? Isn't this the technique of sound transmission and mirroring?

You talk too much, keep your mouth shut! Zhen Yaojian couldn't listen anymore. He always thought that he was the one who talked the most, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who would go too far.

Liu An's eyes narrowed: Spirit sword!

There is a spirit in the sword, it is a spirit sword.

Zhen Yaojian hummed twice with pride.

Liu An sucked in a breath. With divine beasts, spirit swords, an army, and such terrifying weapons, his hope of revenge became even slimmer.

Next, Su Xun learned a lot of the real history of the Han Dynasty from Liu An.

Even he has the cultivation base of qi transformation god, one can imagine how prosperous it was for a qi practitioner.

Why is there no record of these things being passed down? Fatty Mei frowned.

Liu An retorted: Why not, yes, I have a bunch of them, but unfortunately it's in the tomb.

It's okay, I moved out. Su Xun said casually.

Liu An: …………

Then I have to thank you?

Fatty Mei corrected: I mean, we haven't found any history that records this aspect. It seems that all of them have been deleted. There is no historical data about Qi trainers, warriors, and immortals.

That loneliness is not clear. After all, the age of loneliness is more than 2,000 years ago. Liu An was a little melancholy when he said this.

After all, there is no one I know.

Daoist Qingyang let out a sigh of relief: It's unbelievable, the ancients more than 2,000 years ago are actually resurrected.

That's because you have little knowledge and ignorance. Liu An sarcastically sneered.

The corners of Qingyang Dao's mouth twitched. If he hadn't been able to beat you, Pin Dao would definitely let you know what the iron fist of the new society is.

Liu An asked again, Where are we going?

By the way, see if you recognize the words on it. Su Xun suddenly thought of it and said to Daoist Qingyang, Show him that cloth.

Qingyang Daoist heard the words and complied.

Liu An took the cloth, looked at it, and blurted out, This is a divine pattern, where did you come from?

Do you know? Su Xun and Daoist Qingyang's eyes lit up instantly.

Liu An shook his head: This is the text used by the gods, and I only know a little of it.

Then take a closer look at how much you know about this. Su Xun said.

Liu An lowered his head and looked at it carefully, and after a while, he raised his head: This is on the tombstone, right?

Yes, there are more. Su Xun asked.

Liu An blinked: No, I just know these words.

Go away. Su Xun scolded before going back. I also knew it was a tombstone, so saying it means not saying it.

Two hours later, the helicopter arrived at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

Su Xun and the others got off the plane, and headmaster Qingyang led the way to the mountain where he found the tombstone.

The Kunlun Mountains are covered with snow all the year round, and the cold winds are biting. Fortunately, they are not ordinary people, and they have no impact.

It's not far ahead, and I don't know if the tombstone is still there. After all, it's been so many years.

After walking for two hours, Daoist Qingyang said to the crowd.

Where is someone.

Suddenly, sharp-eyed Liu An saw a person in the snow.

Su Xun and others also saw that a figure was digging around a stone tablet with a shovel in his hand.

It's that tombstone! Daoist Qingyang shouted.

At the same time, the figure also saw Su Xun and others, dropped the shovel, picked up the backpack beside him, turned around and ran.

Catch him! Su Xun said.

Liu An's figure floated out like a ghost in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already near the tombstone, kicking the man to the ground.

Su Xun and the others walked over quickly.

Do you want to kill him? Liu An asked, and he had quickly entered the dog-legged mode.

There is no way, in the face of absolute strength, it is impossible for him not to bow his head.

The person who was being held down by him instantly turned pale when he heard this, struggling and screaming: No, Mr. Su, it's me, it's me, I'm Professor Chen from the National Institute of History that you contacted.

Su Xun's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he motioned Liu An to let him go.

Professor Chen gasped and got up from the ground, slapping the snow on his body.

Su Xun stared at him stubbornly: Do you know those words right?

Yes. Professor Chen smiled bitterly. Now that he was discovered, he also appeared to be a bachelor and had nothing to pretend.

Su Xun nodded: Tell me.

I found this tombstone when I was climbing a mountain. I thought it was the tomb of some ethnic group, but I took a photo because I had never seen this kind of text.

Then I went back to investigate and found that no ethnic minorities use this type of font. Then I began to study this type of writing obsessively. Tiannan Cape is everywhere, and I searched around for information. It has been a small gain in the past 20 years.

Until that day, I saw the tombstone on the seabed on the live broadcast. Comparing the two, let me roughly translate the text on this tombstone.

Hearing this, Su Xun had to sigh secretly, this is a talent.

Professor Chen's tone became hurried: This is a tombstone of a god, and all the people buried below are gods, so I came to Kunlun Mountain alone.

After all, the tomb of the gods, maybe there is something good in it, the attraction is too strong.

It's a pity that Su Xun and the others also came over, so he was destined to be a slap in the bucket.

Next, a group of people began digging down around the tombstone.

An hour later, they dug up a jade-like corpse from below, but it was just a corpse.

Three hours later, they dug up a large piece of corpse, all of which were all kinds of corpses, no coffins, and no treasures.

Oh, there are quite a few swords, spears, swords and halberds, but they are all broken, and none of them are complete.

Everyone's faces are not good-looking, because this trip has achieved nothing.

Professor Chen sat on the ground in disappointment, and smiled bitterly: I misunderstood it, this is the cemetery of the gods, but it's just a mass grave. It may be that the soldiers who died in battle were buried on the spot.

Hearing this, Su Xun and Fatty Mei looked at each other.

There are so many coffins of water gods who died in battle.

There are so many corpses of the gods of war here.

This is no coincidence.

When did these gods die in battle, and what happened at that time?

Does the disappearance of the gods and Buddhas in the sky have anything to do with this war?

One doubt after another appeared in Su Xun's mind.