The stone wall is engraved with all kinds of strange patterns, which seem to be relics from the totem worship period.

Not far ahead, a huge five-meter-long sarcophagus was placed horizontally in front of it. Under the reflection of the blue light of the dragon ball, it looked particularly gloomy.

Here is a tomb!

The place where Chen Luo walked before was the corridor of this tomb, and the place where he was standing now was the main tomb of the tomb, which was where the tomb owner was sleeping. If other people saw the tomb, their first reaction would definitely be alert and panic, but Chen Luo's first reaction when he saw the tomb was excitement.

Why did he come to the demon tribe?

Isn't it just to help the ancestors of the demon race loosen the soil? He couldn't bear to let these demon race ancestors sleep in the dark tomb.

Chen Luo discovered the coffin and walked over quickly.

"I am an unworthy young man, an unworthy young man. I will let you out to get some fresh air! If you don't want to, just say 'squeak' and I will never disturb you."

He stood by the sarcophagus and waited for a while before taking action. He was such a generous person and never forced others to do anything.

Bang!

The sleeves were lifted.

The tightly fitted lid of the sarcophagus flew up out of nowhere, spun 360 degrees in the air, and then slammed heavily into the wall next to it.

Snap!

The stone slab broke into pieces and fell to the ground in a pile of debris.

With Chen Luo's vision, he could naturally see the structure of the sarcophagus at a glance, and also determined that there was no hidden hand on the surface of the coffin. The flower-backed turtle's method of digging a stealing hole was indeed good, and they used their ability to the limit of the turtle clan to avoid the formation defense outside the tomb. Based on this alone, the talent of the turtle clan was not wasted.

The tomb owner probably didn't expect that there would be tomb robbers with dragon balls in their hands. The two of them joined forces to subdue the blood bats that he had left behind to guard the tomb.

"I knew that Senior also wanted to come out for some fresh air."

Chen Luo walked forward, raised his hand to disperse the dust, and saw the appearance of the corpse in the coffin clearly.

The person lying in the sarcophagus was not a human cultivator, but a lion, a golden lion with nine heads.

"Nine heads, this is a huge profit."

Without saying a word, Chen Luo immediately raised his hand and pressed it.

'Contacted with the brain waves of a dead person, damage 50%, do you want to read it?'

When Chen Luo saw the extent of the damage, he was stunned for a moment.

Actually half?

After digging up corpses for so long, this was the first time he had dug out such a complete brain from a grave. In the past, the brains with such high integrity were all from the victims who had been killed immediately.

As expected of a lion with nine heads, distributed storage is so advanced!

Read!

The gray power spread along his arm and was quickly digested. In the external brain, a brand new Return to Void brain emerged. The aura on the surface of Chen Luo's body changed dramatically with the integration of this brain.

The hot air waves rose from the blood, and a warlike and murderous emotion surged into his heart. Even the Dharma image changed, and many magical powers such as "Flame" and "True Sun" derived new insights.

This is the instinct of the nine-headed lion.

Chen Luo read its brain and inherited its abilities.

The incomplete picture flashed by, and in the picture, a golden lion stood at the end of the cliff, roaring at the red sun in the sky. The sun's fire projected down from the scorching sun and merged into the body of the nine-headed lion.

This is the fundamental diagram of the Nine-Headed Lion Clan.

Chen Luo read the fundamental map from this corpse, which is something that a brain with a 99% defect cannot read.

Retracting his hand, Chen Luo touched the remaining eight heads of the Nine-Headed Lion again. Unfortunately, there was no repeated absorption, which temporarily put his idea of ​​brushing the Nine-Headed Lion's brain a few more times on hold.

Bang.

Inside the sarcophagus, the corpse of the nine-headed lion seemed to have lost its last bit of "spirit" and turned into a pile of ashes scattered throughout the sarcophagus.

"Senior really wants to come out for some fresh air."

Chen Luo sighed, raised his hand and slapped the stone coffin in front of him into powder. The palm mixed with the power of the nine-headed lion was like a blazing flame, leaving a dark palm print on the ground. The rock was charred, and not even a bone residue was left, completely liberating the senior.

Throwing up the bone powder of the nine-headed lion, Chen Luo took the dragon ball and walked to the wall next to him.

Just now, he used the stone slab to hit the tomb to see if he could create a path. Now it seems that this tomb is stronger than he expected.

"Um?"

Chen Luo slid his fingers down the stone wall and found a depression.

The impact of the stone slabs just now did not leave no trace at all.

He pointed his finger at the damaged area, and a light green light spread into that area. Soon, a sound of stone breaking came from the wall.

Snap!

The stone fell, and a palm-sized channel appeared at the tip of the index finger.

The smell of decay rolled out from the gap.

The light shone in through the gap, projecting a column-shaped area. Several skeletons lay on one side, and not far away were several broken magical weapons, including knives, swords, hammers, hoes and other tools.

"Side tomb chamber?"

Chen Luo spread his spiritual sense over there, and after making sure there was no danger, he flipped his hand and put the dragon ball into the cave gourd. Then his body shook, and his body turned into gas like smoke and went through the gap.

Behind the gap was a dilapidated tomb chamber, which was much smaller than the main tomb chamber. There were three corpses inside, all of them were human cultivators. Chen Luo walked over and tried to touch one, but he was unable to read the other's brain. It seemed that it had decayed over the long years.

"I have lost my brain. I don't know how many years I have been dead."

Chen Luo sighed and walked to the side to check the magic weapons they left behind. As a result, before his hands touched these remnants, they broke into pieces on their own. They were left in this completely closed chamber for too long, and any slight disturbance could destroy them.

Suddenly, a bright light came into view.

Chen Luo reached out and brushed away the dust on it, and picked up a palm-sized jade slip from below. Most of the spiritual power on the jade slip had been lost, and only a little spiritual light in the corners remained to maintain its vitality. The jade slip was used to store skills and magical powers, and it hardly consumed spiritual power. In the absence of external objects to destroy it, the jade slip could exist for ten thousand years.

This jade slip that Chen Luo dug out from the dust has an ancient aura that far exceeds the current world of immortal cultivation.

On the pure white jade surface, there is a fox with nine tails engraved.

The last bit of spiritual light was stored on the ninth tail of the nine-tailed fox. Chen Luo put the jade slip in his hand, mobilized a ray of spiritual power from his body, and slowly poured it into it.

Buzz!

The jade slip suddenly lit up, and the nine-tailed fox on it seemed to come alive. It looked around with its smart eyes, and then its eyes shone, projecting a scene into the void.

'They erased my legend and tried to kill me'

A strange beginning, with no beginning or end. Immediately after the scene changed, the nine-tailed fox appeared at the top, with a group of monsters shouting wildly below. Among these monsters, Chen Luo saw several powerful monsters.

'.It's the tenth day! He didn't come to help me. Jiuri and Yuan both died in the battle, I can't let them disappear.'

It was a bloody scene. A nine-tailed fox was covered in blood, with a nine-headed lion lying beside it. In the distance, there were some monster corpses as big as mountains. The powerful monsters seen in the previous scene had all turned into corpses in this one.

'Will I ever wake up?'

In the pool of blood, the nine-tailed fox had empty eyes.

The picture stopped abruptly.

Chen Luo frowned.

The contents of this jade slip were of no value to Chen Luo. There was no beginning or end, and he had no idea what was recorded. Who was he? Who was the enemy? There was no description at all. He only knew that the demon race had suffered a great disaster a long time ago, and all those ancient demons died.

The light on the jade slip faded, and the nine-tailed fox on it seemed to have lost its last bit of strength, and its luster completely dimmed.

A crisp sound of bamboo cracking came from his hand.

This jade slip, which had been preserved for who knows how long, officially came to an end. Faintly, Chen Luo seemed to hear a singing girl playing the piano, and the melodious singing mixed with the piano sound echoed in this space.

'. Immortals and demons have different paths, so how can there be right or wrong?'

Chen Luo ignored these evil spirits.

Since entering the demon clan's territory, he has seen many similar demons, so he ignored the little scene in front of him.

But before he could move, the scene before him suddenly changed.

The light like quicksand passed by, and the yellow sand became a river, projecting the second "picture" under the jade slip. The dim tomb chamber turned into a quiet mountain forest. The forest was surrounded by lush green plants.

There is a lake in the center and a thatched cottage next to it.

An old man with white hair and dressed in white sat cross-legged in front of the house, smiling as he talked about the world and Taoism to a group of small animals below.

Any small animal that comes by can sit in and listen.

Every word of this content is like a pearl of wisdom, and all of them are supreme and wonderful methods. Wherever the sound falls, rotten wood will sprout and grass will bloom.

The immortal teaches everyone without distinction and all beings are equal.

In front of his house, there were people, monsters, ghosts and monsters.

"Master, Master, can we also become immortals?" A little fox sat in the front, raising her furry little paws and asking curiously.

"Of course."

"If you become an immortal, you won't be hunted down by others anymore?"

"It will be fine once you become an immortal."

"I want to drink. Can I drink after becoming an immortal? Also, humans smell so good. I wonder if I can eat whatever I want after becoming an immortal."

A group of small animals chirped, occasionally mixed with one or two strange questions.

Time passes.

The immortal was still preaching, but fewer and fewer people were listening to him. The little animals had learned some magic and had gone down the mountain to explore the world. Only the little fox from the beginning was still sitting in front of the house, patiently listening to the immortal's teachings.

"Immortal, I found what I wanted."

The grown-up white fox turned into a woman. She wore a plain white gown and saluted to the immortal.

The immortal was still preaching, but there was no smile on his face, and his mysterious teachings were no longer passed on to outsiders.

The grass withers and the flowers die.

The white fox bowed respectfully, then turned and walked down the mountain.

From then on, there was no one in front of the Immortal's door.

The light faded, the colors disappeared. The immortal preaching and the group of monsters listening to him all disappeared from the screen. Only a jade slip buried in the forest recorded the whole process.

"All six desires are suffering, and the world is full of resentment. Oh, world."

The strange opera voice sounded again.

Snowflakes are flying, and a white fox in white clothes is walking in the snow. The picture rotates from the back to the front, and finally stops on the white fox's face.

It was a charming fox face.

Perhaps noticing the gazes from outside, the white fox grinned and said to the person outside the mirror.

"Sir, you are here." (End of this chapter)