After some explanations from the middle-aged man, Linard finally understood that the so-called worship was false, and that the legend left over from the Buddha's nirvana was hidden in his tomb.

As long as special means are used, one can sneak directly into the tomb. Whoever finds the Buddha's remains first will have the opportunity to directly break through several space restrictions and be directly promoted to become a powerful god.

"It sounds pretty much what I expected. So is this the back-up you left behind, the source of immortality?"

Linard thought for a while, and vaguely felt that this ancient tomb did give him an unusual feeling, as if it was calling him.

"Let me go in. As long as I follow these people's example, I can leave this false world and enter this tomb to find your avatar."

What is your purpose, to leave a sense of self in your legacy?

As long as I fuse with Him, will I be controlled by you in turn?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Linnard's mouth, and he nodded slightly: "In that case, why don't I obey your wishes? Anyway, as long as you become stronger, it means that I become stronger."

The middle-aged man saw something wrong with his expression and said, "Why, little brother, are you tempted?"

Linnard did not explain, but gave a slight hum and said: "That's right, please step back a little, I'm getting ready to enter the tomb."

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile and took two steps back.

"That's right. With such a big opportunity, who wouldn't be tempted? Just think about it. Come on, wait for me after you go in. I'll be here soon."

Linard didn't pay much attention to this middle-aged man with a majestic appearance but a somewhat overly familiar personality. He stood around the tomb minding his own business, lowered his voice, and struggled to force out a breath from his chest!

"Woo——!!!"

The sound was low at first, but in the end it became more and more heartbreaking. It seemed like it was just a simple syllable, but after a long time, countless noisy sounds could be heard strangely.

It seems that this syllable has different changes, and each inflection sounds like a different tone, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

After he finished roaring, Linnard waited there for a while, but there was no movement.

However, the weird roars that kept coming and going in my ears stopped at some point.

He chuckled lightly, raised his head and looked around.

Those foggy figures that looked like stiff wooden figures were approaching him silently, especially the middle-aged man who seemed to have his best interests at heart. The latter was almost only a fist away from him, and was about to get close to him.

The back of the head.

Seeing Linard's eyes looking over, the middle-aged man's slate-grey face showed a cold smile and said with a grin: "Brother, you have finally taken this step.

I, no, we have been waiting for a long time."

"Oh?" Linard didn't show the expected look of panic, but responded lightly: "Why, do you really want me to go into the tomb?"

"Yes." A trace of greed appeared in the middle-aged man's pupils, and he stared at Linnard hungrily.

If you look carefully, all the figures around you are like this. Their shapes have become all kinds of strange, and they cannot even be called human beings.

"I've been waiting for so long, so long...I almost forgot that I was once the Mysterious Immortal Lord of Heaven!"

The middle-aged man shouted crazily, and his face became more majestic, but strangely revealed a translucent color.

"Well, so, are you all souls?" Linnard nodded and patted his chest: "Fortunately, I thought you were all clones of his mind."

"Him?" Xuanji Immortal Lord gently showed a puzzled expression, and then his mind was swallowed up by crazy greed.

"Hehe, hehe!!! You just recited the opening spell of the worship scripture, and the tomb was completely opened. How many years, how many years! Since I was buried, there are no people wandering around this ghost place.

How many years have you been a ghost?!!

Finally, I’ve been waiting for it.”

Although the middle-aged people said that Lynard opened the tomb, in fact, there was no obvious change in the surrounding environment.

However, judging from the words he expressed in his excited state, the news he just told Linnard was not entirely false.

"So, this tomb really belongs to the Buddha back then?"

Before the weirdness from all directions could completely attack him, Linnard asked first.

"Buddha?" The middle-aged man's eyes sobered up for a while. He stared at Linnard eagerly and said, "It's okay to tell you. I'm not sure whether it belongs to the Buddha. But, somewhere, I feel that he can

Get out of this damn place through it!"

"Leave?" Linnard said: "What, is this a place of death?"

"Yes, have you seen those fogs? Guess where they came from?" The middle-aged man chuckled. He had not communicated with anyone in many years and was holding back what he wanted to say.

"It's all made up of our people. It was originally a thin layer, but souls kept trying to get out through it, and were killed neatly. Over time, it condensed into such a thick layer."

The middle-aged man's chat box was opened, and he couldn't help but tell Linard many secrets about this place.

All the souls present were the souls of those who died tragically during the attack on Lingshan. There were not only the troops from Heaven, but also many novices from Lingshan.

Most souls have no will, only an Arhat in Lingshan has a self.

This method of leaving was also realized by the Arhat and spread.

However, according to Arhat, although this spell can open the tomb, as spirits, they cannot get out through this method. Only those living creatures can enter the tomb intact.

Xuanji Immortal Lord did not believe it. Over the years, he had captured the souls of many of his subordinates for experiments and found that they would indeed feel a suction for a short time after reciting the spell, as if they were about to leave this forbidden place. However, at the last moment

, but it will be broken directly because the spirit body cannot bear the pull.

In this regard, the Arhat said that the body is like a ship, and the soul is the person who rides on the ship.

The people here are like people who have fallen into the water. Without boats, they naturally cannot survive such high waves.

Only by finding a physical body can we have a chance to leave here.

Therefore, as soon as Linard, a man with a physical body, stepped into this place, he was immediately targeted by them lurking in the dark.

In order to prevent Lynard from not knowing how to leave, they even spent hundreds of unlucky people as preparations to seduce Lynard into reciting the spell with them.

After listening to the explanation of the middle-aged man who claimed to be the Mysterious Immortal Lord, Linnard grasped the key point and asked: "So, that Arhat has been killed by you? I only see that you are the only one here who has a clear mind.

But I didn’t see any Arhat.”

"He?" the middle-aged man sneered and said, "He was struck to death by thunder, well, not even ashes were left.

It's funny, I died because of a sudden palm attack from behind.

Unexpectedly, when he was dying, he was willing to tell me how to leave.

Only someone with profound Buddhist teachings like him can naturally understand the way to leave.

Humph, let’s not mention him anymore.”

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and Linard couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

"Do you know why I have been talking nonsense to you since just now?" The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, as if he had finally calmed down, and said with a chuckle.

Linard followed his gaze and looked up. The dark clouds in the sky became much darker, and there was even a faint hint of sunlight.

"Could it be to wait for the dark clouds to clear?" he responded.

"You know?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then relaxed and said, "But it's not important anymore. You just recited the spell voluntarily, and this process is irreversible.

Soon, the thunder that has spread for thousands of years will fade away.

Do you know what’s coming next?”

As if he was excited about his upcoming departure, the middle-aged man kept talking and elaborated: "People say that after the rain, the sky clears and the dark clouds disperse, and the sun will naturally appear.

However, we are spiritual beings, how can we see the sun?"

Linard looked at him indifferently, his eyes moving slightly.

As time goes by, the clouds in the sky have indeed begun to dissipate. The scorching sunlight has begun to break through the clouds like a sharp sword and shine directly on the earth.

This small area on the top of the mountain is also bathed in sunlight.

Those foggy people looked like phototaxis insects, and they rushed towards the sunlight one after another, with water flowing from their mouths, which was extremely weird.

What's even more terrifying is that once they come into contact with sunlight, a large piece of their body will be melted away with a sneer, and finally they will turn into fly ash.

Linard keenly noticed that the middle-aged man who looked the most stable also moved slightly under his feet, but he seemed to suppress his instinctive reaction and kept his eyes fixed on Linard.

"But if you want to catch a glimpse of the Great Sun Tathagata, how can you do it without the sun?

Hehe, I, Xuanji Immortal Lord, will accept your body."

He only spoke half of his words when he saw that all of Linnard's attention was attracted to him, and the soles of his feet seemed to be half oiled, directly running into his eyebrows.

'How can a mere mortal dare to defeat my immortal soul?'

This was the last thought of Immortal Xuanji. As he descended into Linnard's sea of ​​consciousness with an unstoppable force, before he could occupy the central position, he saw a dead tree standing tall on the sky shaking suddenly with excitement.

Then a dead branch flashed across like lightning and pierced directly into his spirit body.

"What...what is this?!! Ah!!" Xuanji Immortal was astonished and dumbfounded.

How is it possible, he is an immortal king, this guy is just a mortal.

Xuanji was sure that he had checked it many times through various means. This human being was just a simple ordinary mortal with no spiritual power.

However, why would there be such a terrifying spiritual alien body entrenched in the sea of ​​consciousness of a mortal?

The spiritual defense of the Immortal Lord-level soul was easily broken like a balloon in front of this thin dead branch.

What's going on with this suction?
To be continued...