Chapter 91
The moment Gu Linfeng and the other two stepped into the Nether Mausoleum.
Few people knew that in the deepest part of the Nether Mausoleum, there was a young man in gray sitting on the ground, leaning back, pouring wine from the cup in his hand.
His gray clothes were extremely old, and it was unknown which era they were from, and they were stained with a lot of dust.
Obviously, it had not been long since he came out of the God Source.
It was pitch black around... It was difficult to see the five fingers of his hands, and that was why his golden hair looked particularly dazzling.
"A guest has arrived, do we need to go and greet him?"
At a certain moment, he narrowed his eyes, who had been drinking, as if he had sensed something, and said coldly to the side.
Beside the young man, there were two old men with terrifying auras, groveling and bowing.
One was dressed in white, like a savior god king, while the other was dressed in black, like a demon from the abyss.
They were extremely imposing, forming a huge contrast. They were the strongest of the current tomb keepers in Youling, the two immortals and demons!
"Guest? Young Master, are you kidding? They all have bad intentions towards Youling..."
The two immortals and demons smiled awkwardly, knelt down trembling, and spoke carefully.
No one knew how noble the identity of the gray-clothed young man in front of them was...
The only son of the Lord of the Dead from the mythological era, Yan Junlin!
He was also the young master that the tomb keepers had been waiting for countless years...
He came to this golden age just to step on many geniuses, seize destiny, and become an emperor.
"Since you know how powerful it is... why don't you stop him? If he interrupts my deal with the Immortal Mausoleum, can you afford it?"
Yan Junlin's words were still arrogant. He looked down at the two people indifferently and suddenly got angry and said.
"Yes..."
The two immortals and demons shrank their necks, dared not refute, and quickly retreated.
There are still many clansmen of the tomb keeper lineage hidden in the Youling Mausoleum, not only that, but they are also the elites among them.
At this time, they were all gathered together, led by the two immortals and demons, and walked towards Gu Linfeng.
...
And when they all left, Yan Junlin put down the cup in his hand.
He stood up, sighed, and walked deeper.
Not long after, a white gate emitting brilliant fairy light came into view.
No one knew that the other side of the gate was the Immortal Mausoleum.
Yan Junlin pointed out with a finger, and the vast breath was enough to stir up the wind and clouds.
But it only opened the door in front of him a little, leaving a tiny gap.
...
"What do you want this time?"
A mechanical voice came from the gap, rumbling continuously, shocking the minds of ordinary people.
"Exquisite Pagoda."
Yan Junlin spoke coldly, stretched out his right hand, and chose to ask for an imperial weapon.
This is the secret of the Nether Mausoleum. There is also a fairy mausoleum hidden in the mausoleum. Not only that, you can also trade with yourself.
But the requirements are not low.
Every time you want a real treasure, you have to pay an extremely expensive price.
"Bring five complete skeletons of the Great Holy Spirit and a hundred drops of the Great Holy Spirit's blood to exchange."
The voice from the other side of the gap fell...
Yan Junlin was not surprised. He seemed to have made preparations in advance. With a stroke of his right hand, the skeletons of the Holy Spirit were placed in front of the door.
The Holy Spirit's blood was also in it.
The next moment, a magical scene happened.
The skeleton of the Holy Spirit was swallowed silently, and the blood was also evaporating, gradually disappearing on the spot.
In front of the door, a small pagoda emitting five-color divine light appeared.
Yan Junlin picked it up carefully, and his brows knitted as he felt it slightly.
"What do you mean?"
The next moment, he stared at the white door, his face dark.
What Yan Junlin wanted was the nine-color Linglong Pagoda, the imperial weapon left by the former Linglong Empress, which was enough to suppress everything in the world...
But what was in front of him was only five colors, even though it was extraordinary, it was still a fake.
He had never done such a deal before...
But this time, he, Yan Junlin, the son of the Lord of the Dead, was fooled by Xianling.
The holy light inside the door was dim, and there was still no response.
"Go to hell..."
Yan Junlin cursed angrily, and the power that shook the universe swept across the world, and a black halberd in his hand rumbled out.
With the imperial power sweeping, he raised his hand, and boundless power burst out from his body, hitting the white door fiercely.
Boom!
It was like a thunderous sound resounding throughout the world. The gate was intact. Not only that, but there was a faint revival of a terrifying aura deep in the Immortal Mausoleum.
"Death..."
The mechanical voice resounded again, faintly with murderous intent.
One after another, strange petals of the other shore fell in all directions, covering the original place.
Attacked Yan Junlin.
The latter kept waving the halberd in his hand, but it was difficult to resist.
"Wait, I will become an emperor and return one day, and I will definitely overthrow your bastard Immortal Mausoleum."
Yan Junlin spoke angrily, and then he did not dare to stay for long, and continued to walk towards the deepest part of the Youling.
There... there was also a hazy Immortal Road.
It was the Emperor Road.
Yan Junlin's eyes were alert, and he did not choose to go forward to confront Gu Linfeng head-on, nor did he continue to collide with the Immortal Mausoleum.
Instead, he stopped at the edge of the Emperor Road and watched the changes.
...
At the same time, on the other side, Gu Linfeng and the other two continued to go deeper into the Youling.
[Ding, Xiaotong detected the news of the man of destiny. ]
At a certain moment, the sweet voice rang again, and the panel popped up automatically.
[Name: Yan Junlin]
[Identity: Man of destiny, only son of the Lord of the Dead]
[Constitution: Innate Poison Spirit Saint Body, Falling God Evil Eye]
[Realm: Great Sage Level 1]
[Skills: Dead Soul Halberd, Dead Soul Magic Formula...]
[Destiny Value: 26,000]
[Experience: An ancient emperor's son from the mythological era. At a time when the Lord of the Dead was in constant conflict with the Ancient Heaven, he hid the Lord of the Dead in the Sea of Deep Mausoleum. He is the first evil genius in the ages. ]
At this time, Xiao Tong's panel resounded in his mind, telling him all the details.
"The first person in the evil way..."
Gu Linfeng looked at this seemingly high evaluation, but smiled softly.
...
"You ignored our warnings and insisted on doing what you want. You really don't take our Youling guards seriously..."
"Withdraw immediately and we will spare your life. Otherwise, we will kill you."
At this critical moment, cold snorts suddenly rang out in the distance.
The two immortals and demons led many elites to come and watched the three people from a distance. They did not take action directly, but started to talk.
"What kind of thing dares to come to my Gu family and be presumptuous..."
"You...!"
Across from them, Gu Chen's voice fell, which immediately aroused their anger.
"A group of ignorant ants."
Gu Chen was still wearing silver armor and said another word.
The pitch-black spear flew directly, piercing a row of creatures to death while laughing coldly.
Behind her, the Kunlun goddess fluttered in her white skirt, and the Yunxiao divine fan in her hand swept across the sky, smearing a layer of dim purple clouds on the void.
Under the attack of Kunlun Goddess, many tomb keepers also fell in a pool of blood.
"Go, risk your life to delay..."
The two immortals and demons looked at each other, frowning even more tightly.
Even though they knew that the other party was powerful, they had to go, in order to buy time for Yan Junlin.
From beginning to end, they didn't know that Yan Junlin's deal... had failed.
"The road to the emperor has been opened, and time is running out..."
On the other side, Gu Linfeng whispered softly, and three thousand silver threads fell on his shoulders. He learned the news from the outside world from the reminder of Xiaotong.
The purple sword fell down, still as powerful as before.
Many figures fell in a pool of blood, and they didn't stop him even half a step.
