From the Perfect World

Lin Yang stood outside this burial ground and did not enter rashly. He stared at the big tomb, his eyes circling the runes of the avenue, he could see through the big tomb filled with weird power, and saw the scene inside.

In the deepest part of the tomb, there is a soft divine light, like a round of bright moon floating in the tomb.

Through the divine light on the outside, Lin Yang saw a wooden box, which was in tatters. If it weren't for the light that radiated to show his extraordinaryness, he could not see any magic at all.

"Sure enough, it's here."

After Lin Yang's eyes flashed, he turned and left.

He knew that a burial king was sleeping in the depths of this burial site, and a big disturbance would definitely wake up the burial king who was sleeping for an unknown age, but this was not the reason for his retreat.

Lin Yang was afraid of accidents after getting the rotten wooden box, so he first came to this burial ground, the land where the bones that Shi Hao had fallen off when he transformed himself were buried.

"At any rate, it is the bone left by the metamorphosis of the supreme realm in the future, and it may be able to inspire Shi Hao."

Lin Yang stomped the ground as he thought about it, revealing a large crack hundreds of thousands of feet deep.

In the deepest part of the **** fissure, with Lin Yang's extraordinary magical eyes, he could see a few ugly bones that were corroded by time, half embedded in the earth and rocks.

The rotting bones revealed his familiar aura, which was Shi Hao's residual bones.

"According to this intensity, this should be the remnant of Shi Hao's transformation and shedding from the fifth and sixth generations. The essence of that trace of power is already equivalent to the immortal."

As soon as Lin Yang waved his hand, those few bones flew out of the abyss hundreds of thousands of feet deep and fell into his hands.

The unremarkable palm of his hand seemed to be another world, a few big bones falling on the palm of his hand were not crowded at all, and they seemed to be separated by countless spaces.

Lin Yang mobilized the power of time, and wanted to turn back the time of these rotten and indecent remnants to the time they had just fallen off.

After a long while.

Lin Yang sighed slightly and stopped the thought.

His tyrannical combat power is true. He can kill the immortal, and use the time of the emperor to combine with the sharpness of the Daluo Immortal Sword to kill the immortal king, but he wants to use the most familiar way of time to'recover' these few. The remaining bones left over from the Emperor's Fall era are also delusions, and it is difficult to achieve this with the current cultivation base.

An epoch was calculated on the basis of ten million years, and there were hundreds of epochs from the Emperor's Fall to the Chaos Era. The long time scale made Lin Yang over 200 years old a headache.

After returning these few bones to Dongtian, Lin Yang returned to the periphery of the burial site.

He has plans to deal with the awakening of the Burial King, but in the countless futures observed by Lin Yang, the probability of the Burial King awakening is not more than 1%. If the original time and space were not for the power of the immortal king, it would be a foreign land. Those monks who opened the big tomb would not wake up the Burial King who had been sleeping for countless epochs.

Lin Yang knew that this was because the Burial King didn't know what the rotten wooden box was, and the shot was only aimed at Yu Tuo, who had used the decree to lower his power.

Standing outside the burial ground, Lin Yang's big hand with some strength reduced across the sky, and slapped **** the big grave with weird power.

"boom!"

A earth-shattering explosion spread, even if he intentionally restrained, the power he exerted was equivalent to a supreme Supreme.

"Boom!"

The big tomb was split every inch, and black air waves swept across.

The black air wave is made up of that strange power, and only a dozen breaths are revealed from the big grave, forming a black wave spreading in all directions.

Everything that the wave swept through was corrupted and withered.

The palm of Lin Yang's hand on the big grave was also covered by the black wave, a tingling sensation came from his hand, even he couldn't ignore this power.

Changing to a supreme will definitely fall if you have bad luck.

With a slight frown, Lin Yang increased his strength a little bit this time, and slapped on the cracked grave again.

At the same time, under his palm, the spreading black wave was also shot apart, turning into a cloud of cyclones.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the big tomb became dilapidated, but it had not been completely broken, and the rotten wooden box in the deepest part had no sign of being born.

The loud noise spread far away, alarming several burialists in the depths of this burial site.

These burial men were male and female, and the costumes they wore were all unusually ancient, and they were not in the same era. They slowly opened their eyes and looked at the periphery of the burial site, where the big tomb was.

"Have a supreme shot?"

An extremely beautiful female burial priest was whispering. She was a great monk in a retreat. Even if she was so far away, she couldn't help but shudder, being oppressed by the supreme aura.

The female burialist exudes majestic vitality, and the temperament of the whole person is extremely holy. It does not look like a burialist turned into a deceased, but more like a fairy.

"It's annoying to disturb people's dreams."

After an uncomfortable whisper, the female burialist looked at the horizon quietly. She would wait until the stranger who shot her to leave, and begin to sleep for several epochs again.

...

After Lin Yang calmly continued to pat a few palms, he completely shattered the big tomb, revealing the rotten wooden box.

The rotten wooden box covered by the soil layer above it reappeared, and slowly floated into the air. The soft light shining on the burial site, it seemed that a bright moon had descended here.

The giant palm covering the sky closed and grabbed the rotten wooden box in his hand, and Lin Yang began to withdraw the hand that was protruding.

He never stepped into the burial site from beginning to end, and stayed at the periphery of this area, because in the future of the awakening of very few burial kings, it was related to him that he set foot in this burial site in person.

After getting the rotten wooden box, Lin Yang looked at the deepest part of this burial site, the place of terrifying power and a few small burialists, and finally turned and left.

He has no idea of ​​acquaintance with the burial priest.

The difference in the sense of time between the two is more than hundreds of millions of times. Let alone the chaos of the ancient era, maybe the burialists who were awakened by him will not wake up again when the future era of obscuration ends.

When Lin Yang turned around and returned to Bianhuang Diguan, ~www.ltnovel.com~ foreign land also changed.

In the clan land of the Anlan emperor clan, a golden-backed bull was pulling an old chariot full of mottled knife and axe marks and headed towards the border.

It was An Lan chariot, and the knife and axe marks on it were all traces left by the fairy king, representing a fairy king who had fought with An Lan.

The golden-backed bull who is pulling the cart is also an immortal, whose speed looks unsatisfactory, but it is almost ten thousand li, far surpassing the supreme escape method.

After a while.

An Lan's chariot came to the edge of a foreign land and gathered with the immortal kings.

"We help each other by the decree."

Yu Tuo spoke.

"it is good."

An Lan stepped out of the ancient chariot and looked at nine heavens and ten places.

Murder rises.