The Tomb of the Spiritual King has been completely opened.
This is a good fortune, or it may also be a disaster.
After the Tomb of the Spiritual King, the various religions will definitely expand rapidly, and then a real war may break out, and everything will be shuffled.
The winner is most likely to be the faction that benefits most from the Tomb of the Spiritual King.
At the entrance of the Spirit King's Tomb, the head teachers of each religion stood proudly.
They silently stared at the disciples who quickly entered the Spirit King's Tomb one by one, and their eyes continued to scan over each person quickly.
As for the spirit beast race, they are also monitoring each other.
The clan leaders of each race are standing in the sky, exuding the unique aura of beasts.
All the forces are afraid, afraid that these master-level giants will suddenly enter the tomb of the Spirit King and kill all their descendants.
In this way, their bloodline and inheritance will be completely cut off.
Time passed by, and the rolling crowds were like crucian carp crossing the river.
There was no end.
Spiritual beast races, Chen domain strongmen, outside masters, casual cultivators, they gathered together, like the waves of the river, gathering heads, densely packed.
Not long after, even the various countries in the Chen Territory sent their most powerful guards to enter and invade.
Whether it is millions or tens of millions of people, this is an uncountable number.
Almost all the spiritual cultivators in Chen Territory have come, and the powerful people from outside the territory have also come.
The opening of the tomb of the Spirit King will be recorded in the history of Chen Territory, and even in the history of Chen Territory.
In the history of Wuji Continent.
At this moment, in a mountain range in the distance, Ji Zilong looked relaxed.
"Little Tiger, let me tell you something."
"What are you doing?"
The rabbit raised its head.
As soon as it finished speaking, a mouthful of blood flowed out of its small three-petal mouth.
It kept spitting blood while crazily chewing on the elixir in front of it.
"Ahem" Ji Zilong coughed twice, and his mouth was full of blood.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He took out a piece of raw meat and put it to his mouth.
He used the blood-devouring and spiritual-devouring technique to let the billowing blood flow into his body.
"When your injury is better, dig a hole in the ground and we can hide under the entrance to the Tomb of the Spirit King."
Ji Zilong said.
He had just thought about it for a while, and now although the various sects would no longer hunt him down with the key to the Spirit King's Tomb, the secrets of the Three Immortals were still enough to drive each sect crazy.
Later, when the disciples of various sects enter, these sect leaders will most likely act collectively to encircle and suppress them.
So if Ji Zilong chooses to sneak under their feet and lurk at this moment, he might still have a chance to enter the Tomb of the Spirit King.
"Pfft."
After swallowing the elixir in his hand, the rabbit spat out another mouthful of blood and said, "It will take at least half an hour for Master Rabbit to dare to dig a hole."
"Half an hour is only half an hour.
I was also seriously injured."
Ji Zilong nodded.
Immediately, the two of them were silent.
One was eating meat to replenish his blood, and the other was munching a lot of elixir to heal his injuries.
At this moment, Ji Zilong and Rabbit both looked particularly crazy.
However, if there are outsiders present, they will definitely attack Ji Zilong again.
The elixirs that the rabbit gnawed were all middle-grade elixirs that have been used for thousands of years, and what Ji Zilong ate were from all the major beast tribes, including The large number of spiritual weapons he had snatched earlier were now used as snacks by him.
Finally, half an hour later, Ji Zilong and the rabbit stopped coughing up blood.
After cheering up a little, the rabbit started directly.
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His two short claws were seen frantically pawing.
In a blink of an eye, Ji Zilong got in with him. underground.
It dug all the way, hundreds of feet deep into the ground, and then began to dig parallelly in the direction of the Spirit King's Tomb.
Two days later, Ji Zilong and Rabbit appeared deep underground at the entrance to the Spirit King's Tomb.
At this moment, they were at a depth of three to four hundred meters from the surface, and there was no need to worry about being noticed by the leaders of the various religions.
"Recuperate in peace."
Ji Zilong said.
After saying that, Ji Zilong quietly released the golden-threaded spiritual sound insect and asked him to lurk on the surface to monitor the movements of the major sects.
"This silly boy."
In the sky and clouds, the mortal immortal saw this scene in his eyes.
As he spoke, he saw a flick of his fingertips, and a spiritual pattern shot out and landed on a mountain peak a hundred miles away.
He smiled and said: "You are really good at predicting things, but you ignored the emperor.
Lord Ji’s deduction method.”
The immortal smiled and shook his head.
Ji Zilong's move was indeed very insightful, but he had forgotten the deductive spiritual method of Palace Master Huangji.
If Palace Master Huangji deduced it a little, Ji Zilong could be pulled out of the ground.
"The Tomb of the Spiritual King will not be lively without you, so I will help you again."
The mortal immortal smiled slightly.
Next to them, the two beggars didn't mind.
They looked at the Tomb of the Spirit King for a long time, then counted on their fingers for a while, and then asked in confusion: "Old ghost, how often is the Tomb of the Spirit King opened?"
"It is said that it happens once in a hundred thousand years, but this is the first time I have seen it."
The mortal immortal said: "According to my old master who passed away, many years ago, changes occurred in the immortal world, causing catastrophes, and even involving...
In our world, the Spirit Saints have reached a tacit agreement to release a decree on the Spirit King's Tomb every 100,000 years, allowing future generations to fight for it and find new Spirit Saints as their comrades. " "One hundred thousand years, that's a long time."
The two beggars, one old and one young, pouted.
In terms of age, the average age of the three of them is only ten thousand years old.
They don't know much about what happened a hundred thousand years ago, but they all understand that becoming a spiritual saint is probably not a good thing.
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed, and everyone from each religion entered.
But these leaders are still confronting each other.
They each have their own worries, so they do not retreat from each other.
They are silent among each other and just look at each other silently.
For one day, two days, and three days, the world was silent, and in the tomb of the Spirit King, a terrifying news suddenly came from a month later.
People entered it, but did not have much opportunity to go deep.
In front of them, a Spirit King List appeared, and next to the Spirit King List, there was a surging river, and above the river, there was a single-plank bridge.
Each religion was vying to be the first to enter, so there had been many bloody battles on the single-plank bridge.
Underground, Ji Zilong's injuries had completely recovered, and he found that the major sects still had not retreated, so he could only calm down and continue to lie dormant, waiting for the opportunity to come.
In two months, the battle on the single-plank bridge became even more fierce.
According to internal news, the river inside was dyed blood red, and corpses were everywhere.
It was extremely tragic.
Three months later, the war continued, but Ji Zilong and Rabbit simply entered the state of cultivation.
It seemed that all the disputes in the outside world had nothing to do with them, and they were still waiting patiently.
After four months, the war finally came to an end.
In order not to waste time anymore, each sect began to compete in rankings.
However, Ji Zilong underground fell into complete silence and entered a state of emptiness and darkness.
After five months, the disputes between the various sects finally stopped.
They were ranked according to the winners and losers, and they all entered into it one by one.
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However, the external sects were still at odds with each other.
Six months later, the entrance to the Tomb of the Spiritual King suddenly trembled.
The chains that once locked the entrance to the Tomb of the Spiritual King reappeared.
They slowly spread and seemed to be blocking the Tomb of the Spiritual King.
Seeing this scene, some headmasters went over to test it, but found that they were directly deflected by the milky white halo before they got close.
This was the spirit king's tomb that was refusing to enter.
"Ji Zilong is under a large waterfall a hundred miles away."
Huang Mingyang said to Mo Jingkong after the deduction.
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