Chapter 966: The unusual skull is great
Two days passed by like a white horse passing by in a crack.
The sword-burial mound is still the sword-burial mound.
The dead silence and desolation unique to the burial ground envelope the entire sword-burial mound.
Even the golden dusk cannot warm this desolate place.
On the contrary, at the moment before the night is about to fall, it is like the last glimmer of light before darkness, which is even more sad and tragic.
At the entrance of the sword-burial mound is a tall archway with green pillars. On both sides of the archway, the wind chimes on the eaves jingle in the dusk wind, and the ethereal sound of the Buddhist bells echoes softly in the afterglow of the sunset.
On the red plaque in the middle of the eaves, there are a few words that are as elegant as a dragon - "Tomb of Buried Swords".
Under the red plaque, there is a figure in a black robe.
Under the black robe, there is a wine pot in his hand.
At this time, the black-robed man raised his head, and his two empty eye sockets looked at the words.
The afterglow behind him spread all over the ground, spreading to the bottom of tens of thousands of steps. Suddenly, it looked like a warm yellow cloak covering him.
The light of the afterglow even dyed his silent and suppressed black robe with warmth.
"Tomb of Buried Swords." He whispered, and his voice was quieter than ever before.
"It's been a hundred thousand years."
On both sides of the green pillars are the generations of tomb keepers of the Piao family. They looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of them, and the dog, the soul, the bear, and the centipede behind him. Before they could react, the black-robed man had already stepped past. He
took a few feet in one step and walked lightly.
In a flash, the gravekeepers were left standing at the door, their eyes suddenly blank. They seemed to have forgotten something.
What happened just now?
It seemed that nothing happened.
The gravekeepers also forgot what they had seen.
So they turned around and continued to stand there, guarding this dead and desolate place. x33xs.
On the other side, the black-robed man, Skull Benwei, had already entered the sword-burying tomb.
What caught their eyes was the sword inserted next to the tomb. The
direct descendants of the Piao family, one person and one bone. One bone and one sword.
The swords were stained with light and slightly yellow in the dusk. Each one was like a straight golden wheat in autumn.
Ku Benwei paused. He glanced over. All he saw was a wheat field that stretched as far as
the eye could see. It was cold and hopeless. Generation after generation, from generation to generation. Ku Benwei hooked the knuckles of the wine pot and shook it gently. Then he moved his body, took a few steps, and passed by lightly. It seemed that he was afraid that the footsteps would disturb the dead. Soon, he stood on the altar at the deepest part of the sword tomb. On the altar, there was a lonely skeleton. Next to it was a sword with traces of iron. The sword was covered with rust, like an octogenarian on his deathbed. It was shaking and about to fall, but it stood firm. On the withered sword, one could still vaguely see the blood on the blade. Next to it, there stood a stone tablet with the words "Piao Yunchu, the ancestor of the Piao family." Two lines of small words were also carved in the lower left corner. When water comes, we wait in the water. When fire comes, we wait in the ashes. Lu Benwei stood in front of the stone tablet, silent, his expression seemed to be lost in memory. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the tombstone, warm and yellow like fire. In a trance, he was reminded of the fire a hundred thousand years ago. The monstrous fire that destroyed everyone. The dog behind him looked at the boss who was different from usual, and didn't dare to breathe for a while. He could only follow behind Lu Benwei very honestly, looking at him with curiosity. Guessing the identity of the skeleton. Under the curious gaze of the dog and others, Lu Benwei raised the white bone palm in the black robe. On the palm and fingers, there was a wine pot. Lu Benwei picked it with his fingers, and the sound of tinkling water rang out in the pot. "This is the return of your favorite general." He said softly. As soon as the stopper of the pot was pulled out, the mellow aroma of wine immediately floated out. Even the dogs behind him were excited after smelling it. He lifted the white bone palm holding the pot, and when it turned over, the clear wine spilled in front of the skeleton. The strong and mellow aroma of wine instantly spread in the air. The wind blew up in the tomb, blowing up Lu Benwei's wide black robe, and the hem of the robe flew up. It also blew up the aroma of wine. The wind with the aroma of wine swept over the old sword, causing the sword to sway slightly, and swept over the tomb, rolling up bits of mud and sand. It blew towards the sword tombs that were all over the mountains. I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong or the wine was too fragrant, but the swords in the sword tombs began to tremble slightly when the wind passed. The sound was howling, like resentment, like longing, like crying and complaining. Looking at the fine wine that was spilled on the ground, Gouzi and others couldn't help but be curious. It looked at the skeleton, and then looked at the fine wine that was spilled on the ground. It couldn't help but speak carefully. "Boss, who is this?" Being pulled back to his senses by Gouzi, Lu Benwei paused. Then he continued to pour out the wine in his hand. Then he let go of the wine bottle. A crisp cracking sound was heard. The wine bottle broke into countless pieces and scattered in front of the tombstone. That was the wine sent to the old friend. It was also the wine bottle sent to the old friend. The next moment, Lu Benwei raised his hand. The scene around Gouzi and the others changed rapidly. The tombstone and the skeleton were pulled away in an instant, and then there was a dizzy feeling, and there were faint sparks in front of his eyes.
Soon, a wave of dry heat came.
Then, in front of them was a cracked land of Wanwanli - the forbidden land of fire.
The mottled cracks were crisscrossed.
Then there was an extremely cold wind that made the dogs shiver.
It turned out that next to the forbidden land of fire was the extremely cold river of Wanwanli, which was frozen all year round.
In the blink of an eye, the dogs followed Lu Benwei and stood above the extremely cold river, overlooking the icy world below.
On this glacier, there is an army of gods with hundreds of millions of loyal soldiers as soldiers and millions of gods and demons as generals.
. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.