Devouring The Heavens

There are extremely terrible death thoughts, hate, resentment, anger, violentness, madness and all kinds of horror in the yin qi, Peng Fei's face changed, and he said loudly: "Is the general situation of Feng Shui changed? There is no reason for the ancient tombs in the land of great luck. Was this ancient sage deliberately calming himself down in such evil places? Strange, strange, strange, it is really strange."

Peng Fei's heart is full of doubts. Many things in front of him are still a mystery in his heart. Only when he enters the depths of the Holy Tomb can he solve it.

Xuanyuan's eyebrows twisted, and he naturally felt the evil thoughts of this ancient tomb. If according to Peng Fei, the saints ruled the world and ruled the world, it should be based on the great sacred atmosphere and the sacred paths of the sons here. Ghostly, full of death, Xuanyuan was extremely puzzled and said: "Why, isn't it a sage arch emperor?"

Peng Fei despised Xuanyuan fiercely, as if looking at an idiot, and said: "Some of the great roads you laid out are inevitably formed without some other interlocking trends? The sage arch emperor is such a feng shui situation. It contains a lot, it’s too mysterious, and I can’t figure it out for a moment, let’s take a look at it first.”

Xuanyuan touched his nose, didn't say much, but babble stood on Xuanyuan's shoulders, a pair of watery, innocent big eyes, but at the moment was very deep alert, and from Xuanyuan, it was pure and gentle The Buddha's light, shining on the Sifangtiandi, dispelled those oncoming yin qi. Xuanyuan held the'Vajra Bodhi Son' in his hand, calm in his heart, and walked slowly.

Peng Fei, dressed in an ancient robe of a monk, holding a mysterious iron bowl, marched side by side with Xuanyuan, and walked deep into the'Honghuang Holy Tomb'.

Just before they entered the'Honghuang Holy Tomb', the huge stone door closed again, causing Xuanyuan's heart to twitch fiercely and shut the entrance completely. There was really no escape route. He looked towards Peng Fei said, "Dead fat man, can you still open this door?"

Peng Fei glanced at Xuanyuan, grinned, and said, "Yes, but it's difficult. Since it's coming, if you don't destroy the robbery, then don't want to leave."

Xuanyuan said nothing more. Looking at the four sides of the body, they are all "Honghuang Daoshi", which also depicts a completely different pattern of saint rhythm, profound and profound, people are fascinated, and the heart is very amazed. Although it was not the first time Xuanyuan had seen it, it came from the heart and admired these sages.

In this passage, it is nine feet wide and nine feet high. It's not bad. It is boxy. At this moment, it is filled with extremely strong yin, which contains all kinds of terrible negative emotions, gathered in death. In the ghost spirit, the twisted faces evolved into manifestations, extremely terrible, and they madly rushed to Xuanyuan and Pengfei.

Ghost crying and howling sounds resounded in the square corridor, making people scalp numb, they are not afraid of death, they rushed to the top in a frenzy.

It's just that when they rushed into the scope of the Buddha's light, they were swayed by the power contained in the Buddha's light, and the smiles, little by little, couldn't help them struggling, and finally turned into a ray of black light smoke, slowly dispersed.