Wutou Mountain is to the north of the Demon Realm. Looking down from a high altitude, the entire mountain peak is indeed as Di Ming said, as if it had been cut across the mountain. The place where the mountain should have been has formed a flat plane. After five hundred years, a lot of vegetation and trees have grown, and it can still be vaguely seen that there used to be a huge ring-shaped building ruins in the center of the platform.
Spirit Shadow Steed fell steadily, and several people got off their horses, stepped on the dead branches and gravel on the ground, and looked around.
Five hundred years of wind and frost have already eroded the altar to a state of dilapidation. The broken stone steps and broken stone pillars were covered with green vegetation. Several large, thick trees penetrated the hard stone slabs and entangled and swallowed the entire altar, as if nature was using this method to erase the traces left by the madman back then.
On the top of the mountain, the temperature was much lower. Lin Qingyang couldn't help but shiver. Cang Mo held his hand, and the warm Demonic Power was transmitted to him, immediately dispelling the chill around him.
"This layout really looks like an altar." Jin Buhuan said, putting away the folding fan.
Lin Qingyang looked around. "Cang Yu Since it was an altar built to resurrect a lover, the tomb must be right below the altar, which is inside the mountain of Wutou Mountain."
"This is easy to do." Ku Rong heard this and walked to the big tree in the center of the altar and squatted down. Several green vines stretched out from his head and quickly got into the gaps in the stone slabs and the roots of the ancient trees.
After a while, Ku Rong closed his eyes, feeling the information sent back by the vines, pointing to a corner behind the altar that was completely covered by huge tree roots and shouted, "Over there! The underground roots are disconnected there, and it is empty below!"
Everyone immediately walked over quickly.
It was a collapsed stone wall, with several thick ancient tree roots intertwined together, like a huge wooden net, tightly blocking the space behind it.
Mo Yan stepped forward, raised his hand, and part of the branches broke off, revealing a moss-covered stone door.
"This is it!" Mo Yan's eyes lit up, and then he saw the lines on the stone door flash a few times, and a virtual Wolf Shadows suddenly jumped out.
Cang Mo stepped forward to block in front of everyone, raised his hand and released Demonic Qi. The Wolf Shadows were scattered, and then gathered again in front of the stone door. As if they sensed the breath of Cang Mo, they glanced at Cang Mo, then turned around and disappeared into the stone door.
Cang Mo stepped forward and pressed his hands against the stone door. The muscles of his arms tightened suddenly. With a dull friction sound, the heavy stone door was slowly pushed open. As soon as a crack in the door was opened, cold Demonic Qi rushed out from the crack in the door. As the door opened, a demonic wind that had been closed for five hundred years rushed out.
Cang Mo quickly stood in front of Lin Qingyang and turned on Demonic Qi's protection. Several other people also mobilized their cultivation bases to protect themselves.
After the demonic wind passed, everyone looked inside and saw a bottomless stone staircase extending downward into the darkness.
"It seems that this is the entrance to the underground tomb." Jin Buhuan looked over and said.
Several people looked at each other, Cang Mo led the way and went down first, Lin Qingyang followed closely behind him, the two held hands tightly.
Several other people followed and went all the way down the steps. Faint Demonic Qi began to seep out all around. As they went lower, there was no light at all.
Jin Buhuan The fingertips moved slightly, and a few bubbles emitting a soft halo floated forward, barely illuminating the road ahead.
This underground mausoleum was not as elaborately luxurious as imagined, but more like a huge cave that was forcibly dug out by violence. The stone walls on both sides were uneven, and through the light of the blisters, Lin Qingyang noticed that the walls were covered with traces that penetrated deeply into the stone.
He stretched out his hand and touched one of the ravines that was half an inch deep, and he could still feel the roughness of the broken stone with his fingertips.
"It's a wolf paw print." Lin Qingyang said softly.
When everyone heard the words and looked around, they saw that the high stone wall was covered with crazy claw marks, and some even scratched the hard rock formation. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of madness and despair Cang Yu fell into here five hundred years ago.
Cang Mo stared at the paw prints, his jawline tensed. He didn't speak, but held Lin Qingyang's hand tighter with his backhand, so hard that he almost trembled. Lin Qingyang glanced at him and touched the back of his hand comfortingly.
The further down you go, the domineering Demonic Qi in the air becomes thicker. Even Jin Buhuan, who is Demon Clan, feels a little uncomfortable, and Mo Yan is secretly urging Spiritual Power. Resistance, Lin Qingyang is not affected at all because of Cang Mo's Demonic Qi body protection. But Ku Rong, as Half-Demon, has low magic power and is unable to resist at all.
"I can't do it anymore..." Ku Rong held on to the wall and retched.
I could see that his originally rosy complexion now looked gray, and the green vines on his head drooped.
"The Demonic Qi underneath is too heavy and will erode my roots." Ku Rong gasped weakly.
Lin Qingyang Seeing him like this, he nodded and said, "You'd better go up first and wait for us outside."
Ku Rong nodded sadly and said, "Then you should be careful."
Ku Rong After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly up the steps. The others also turned around and continued walking deeper.
On the top of Wutou Mountain, the cold wind passed through the broken altar, making a whimpering sound.
Ku Rong finally crawled out of the underground entrance and fell down on the ground full of dead branches and leaves, breathing in the cold air greedily.
"I almost suffocated to death... It's a pity that I can't see Nirvana Lotus with my own eyes." He muttered softly, feeling that his breathing was easier, and he was about to stand up and find a comfortable tree root to lean against for a while.
Suddenly, a cold silver light flashed before his eyes.
Ku Rong didn't even have time to see what happened, he only felt a slight chill on his neck.
The next second, his vision was spinning around without warning.
He saw his headless body in a green robe, still in a half-rising position, paused for a moment, and then hit the ground straight. And his eyes were rolling to the side close to the ground.
It was only then that Ku Rong's head widened in surprise.
At the end of the line of sight, a pair of feet wearing black boots with dark patterns stopped not far away. A silver long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and bright red blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.
That foot casually kicked the head away from the ground, stepped on dead leaves and gravel, and walked into the dark mausoleum.