Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 480

[Chapter 480]

the next day.

Li Tianming, Jiang Feiling and Ye Lingfeng came to the gate of the Taoist Palace.

The war was chaotic outside, and the Shifang Dao Palace was very quiet, but there were far fewer disciples than before.

Not long after, Chen Jinghong, Bai Xiaozhu, and Situ Yiyi, three disciples of the Heavenly List, plus the future king of the palace, Bai Mo, and the master of the dark palace, Ye Yi, a total of eight people gathered.

“We will send you directly to the ‘Second Divine City’. If there is nothing wrong with the Taoist Palace, we will stay in the Second Divine City until you come out safely.” Bai Mo said.

This means that they may stay in the second god for more than a month, or even half a year.

“Let’s go, go to the Shen Yuan battlefield first.”

At the gate of Shifang Dao Palace, there is a bottomless pit leading to the Shen Yuan battlefield.

After crossing this bottomless pit, Li Tianming came to the Shenyuan battlefield again. This dark world is still full of thunder, and a gloomy devil sun hangs high in the sky, swallowing the light between heaven and earth.

On the Shenyuan battlefield opposite Shendu, a capital city was also built, which was slightly smaller.

Bai Mo used a holy beast soldier called ‘Ten Fang Frisbee’ to take the young people to the Second God Capital.

Sitting on the ten-direction Frisbee, the wind is howling, and the speed is extremely fast.

“Before entering the burial of the gods, all illegal items in the Ring of Sumeru will be checked. In order to avoid unnecessary vendettas, the ancient royal family stipulated that you cannot bring the purchased Tianwen books into the burial of the gods. At that time, I will check all the opponents. .” Ye Yi said seriously.

“Yes, although there are many forces in the capital of God, in the final analysis, they are all people of the ancient royal family.”

“There are twenty-five of them, basically belonging to your opposing camp. After entering, you must be very careful.”

Bai Mo said.

In fact, what should be explained has already been said.

“Your Highness, what is the realm of Prince Dongyang Fengchen?” Li Tianming asked.

“Two years ago, I heard that he reached the third level of the Heavenly Sacred Realm. I don’t know if there is a breakthrough now.”

“Dongyang Fengchen is the second royal family with nine talents after Emperor Qian. When he arrived at the Holy Land of Heaven at the age of twenty-two, he was only slightly worse than your father.”

Bai Mo said.

Li Tianming’s real age now is twenty-two. It has been more than a year since he left Lihuo City.

His strength is not bad, but the realm is still far from the holy realm of heaven.

Two years ago, Dongyang Fengchen was the third level of the Holy Land of Heaven?

Li Tianming remembered that the Yuanhun, the deputy sect master of Kun Yuanzong, before his death, was the third level of the Holy Realm of Heaven.

As a royal family with nine talents, Dongyang Fengchen is likely to be stronger than the Holy Emperor ‘Jun Shengxiao’ of Shengtianfu!

“No wonder he despised me so much, so he really has the ability.” Li Tianming said.

“Yes, Emperor Yu doesn’t seem to have a chance to break through to the ancient holy realm. But this Dongyang wind and dust has a high probability of becoming an ancient holy in the future. Even if there is no reincarnation mirror, he may succeed.” Bai Mo said.

It seems that this prince is the most talented person in the royal family after Emperor Qian!

“He may be stronger now than he was two years ago.”

The promotion of the Heavenly Sacred Realm is difficult to ascend to the blue sky. It is normal for a few years to ten years. Even so, Bai Mo still expects that the prince will be able to become an ancient sage before the age of 100!

“Will he kill me?” Li Tianming laughed.

“Yes, but it’s not him that is your biggest trouble in the burial of God.” Bai Mo said.

Chen Jinghong and the others could not understand this sentence.

“Ok.”

Li Tianming understood that if it wasn’t for Jiang Feiling, Bai Mo and the others wouldn’t let him go into the burial of the gods to take risks.

From the perspective of Ye Yi and Bai Mo, everything about the burial of the gods is not optimistic.

even,

A dead end.

…

The second god is here!

This is a city built on the Shenyuan battlefield. The building is basically based on black and spreads for hundreds of miles. It looks like a dark city from a distance!

The current second divine capital is under the control of Emperor Yu, and the person stationed here is Zhao Shenhong, the ‘Tianwu General’ of Wusheng Mansion.

Zhao Shenhong was originally the king of the northern palace of Shifang Dao Palace. After the civil war in Shendu began, in order to prevent Dongyangling from attacking the second Shendu, Emperor Yu appointed him here.

“I heard that the palace lord has removed my position as the king of the palace?” When Bai Mo and the others arrived, Zhao Shenhong walked up with cold eyes.

“Yes, she called you back to the Taoist Palace. If you don’t go back, it means leaving your post without permission. Therefore, the Palace Master has ‘temporarily’ relieved you of your position. If you don’t go back, it’s probably not temporary.” Ye Yi said lightly.

“Why is the Palace Master so playful?” Zhao Shenhong sneered.

“Special time, special treatment, don’t you understand? If you don’t understand, you can choose to return to the Taoist Palace.” Ye Yiyi.

“Humph!” Zhao Shenhong snorted coldly.

Obviously, in this extraordinary period, the second god is more important than the position of the king of Shifang Dao Palace.

“When the Dongyang Mausoleum is cleaned up, Emperor Yu regains control of the overall situation. At that time, I won’t believe it, I can’t go back to the Taoist Palace!” Zhao Shenhong is very confident.

After all, the foundation and foundation are all there!

…

Soon, the thirty juniors who entered the burial of the gods gathered in the central city of the second god.

Li Tianming took a look and found that Dongyang Fengxiao and Jiang Fengyue were both there!

The issue is–

Didn’t they lose to themselves and Ye Lingfeng and lost their places?

“In the civil war between the imperial clans, most of the ancient clans took refuge in Dongyang Mausoleum, and their disciples’ original quotas were all vacated, and Emperor Yu asked his own people to fill them up.” Bai Mo said.

I see.

Dongyang Fengxiao and Jiang Fengyue are both considered the pinnacles of the Holy Land, and they are definitely qualified to go to the burial of the gods in terms of strength.

As a result, among these thirty people, the number of juniors in the Holy Land of Heaven dropped to eighteen, three less.

These twenty-five people were basically descendants of the royal family and die-hard loyalists. They stood together and hugged together, with the half-faced, expressionless Dongyang Fengchen as the core.

Before entering the burial of God, they exuded an air of indifference, forming a gloomy pressure.

Others, Li Tianming, don’t know much, only one of them is second on the list, second only to Chen Jinghong’s ‘Meng Qingqing’.

It is said that Chen Jinghong and Meng Qingqing are both at the second level of the Holy Land of Heaven.

The younger generation, who is close to thirty years old, has the strength close to the strongest in the Eastern Emperor Realm, which is really incredible.

It is clear–

When Dongyang Fengchen saw Li Tianming’s arrival, he was amused for a while, and he felt that his heart was finally relaxed.

He was afraid that Li Tianming would not come!

“Brother Tianming, he thinks he’s ready for you.” Ye Lingfeng has a keen intuition like a beast.

“It was already decided. After entering the funeral of the gods, if you meet him, you should run quickly.” Li Tianming said.

He hasn’t swollen to the point of being defiant, and now, Dongyang Fengchen has indeed brought him a mountain-like pressure.

If it wasn’t for Jiang Feiling’s incident, Li Tianming would be thinking hard, how to avoid the prince’s revenge.

“God’s burial is about to open, keep up, go to the gate of the god’s burial.” Zhao Shenhong said.

Thirty juniors followed closely, with Bai Mo and Ye Yi watching from behind.

on the way-

The royal family all followed behind the prince.

The prince moved two steps, turned his head sideways, raised his eyes, and said to Li Tianming, “Aren’t you afraid of me, what can I do to you in the funeral of the gods?”

“If you threaten me, I won’t go in.” Li Tianming said lightly.

“Haha…” They laughed.

“I’m a little timid, so the words you shouted in the final battle on the grounds were purely out of ignorance?” Dongyang Fengchen asked.

“Which sentence?” Li Tianming asked.

They can’t speak.

“Is it the Jiu Ming family? I’m sorry, I did that on purpose.” Li Tianming grinned.

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy.

Dongyang Fengchen squinted his eyes. It was not the first time that he had been shrunk on Li Tianming’s body.

Click click!

When he clenched his fist, the sound of the bones sounded so harsh.

…

After half an hour—

In front of Li Tianming, a blue brick and stone house appeared.

In this second divine capital, this is a very ordinary house, but it has no windows and only a wooden door.

“What did Zhao Shenhong bring us here for?” Li Tianming asked in confusion.

“Because, this stone house is the entrance to the ancient burial.” Bai Xiaozhu said.

“How is that possible?” Li Tianming couldn’t believe it. “Just this broken house, can I just raze it to the ground?”

“You are wrong, even if this stone house is a brick, the strongest in the kingdom of God can’t beat it.”

“A long time ago, this stone house appeared alone in this Shenyuan battlefield, and no one could break through the door, which attracted people’s attention, and finally found out that it was the burial of the ancient gods.”

“Now, the second god has built so many similar stone houses just to cover up the existence of the entrance to this ancient god’s burial.”

Bai Xiaozhu said with a smile.

It does sound amazing.

At least Li Tianming couldn’t see that there was anything special about this blue brick house.

“No wonder they said that as long as you go inside, you will be sure that this is the tomb of a god.”

Just the blue brick and stone house at the door, which no one can break, explains everything.

Coming here, Jiang Feiling was a little restless, and Li Tianming could feel her emotions.

So far, it can only be comforted.

He took a deep breath, and there was a very firm power in his eyes.

“Live!”

Whether it is Linger, or yourself.

…

After waiting here for three hours, a creaking sound suddenly came from the direction of the blue brick and stone house!

Everyone was startled and looked over there.

The wooden door opened.

The inside of the door was pitch-dark, and it felt eerie and eerie, as if there were evil spirits hiding in it.

That is the unique smell of ancient tombs, a little damp, a little dusty, and it swept out with a snort.

Squeak, squeak!

After the rotten wooden door was opened, it was still shaking, as if waving to the people outside, welcoming everyone in.

It was like a rickety old woman with all her teeth missing, bowing her head slightly, with a sinister smile.

This is very different from the ancient tombs that Li Tianming imagined.

He thought that the tomb of the ancient gods should be magnificent and magnificent, like a heavenly palace. Even if it is not splendid, it is still towering and majestic.

The door of the burial in front of him was stingy and weird, and the black hole at the door seemed narrow and embarrassing, as if even thirty people could not enter.

“This is where the East Emperor Sword and Taiyi Pagoda were born?” Li Tianming felt a little weird.

Obviously, apart from Dongyang Fengchen, no one else had ever entered the burial of the gods.

He seemed to have a plan.

Others, somewhat nervous and in awe.

For example, Situ Yiyi shivered a few times and leaned against Bai Xiaozhu.

“Come in!” Zhao Shenhong said.

“I’ll take the lead.” Dongyang Fengchen was very straightforward, took a step forward, walked towards the blue brick and stone house, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

At this time-

On the wooden door, a bloody number appeared:

Twenty-nine.