The first thousand three hundred and sixty-six chapters

The whirring of the wind made my face hurt!

Chen Ping curiously wanted to open his eyes, but was grabbed by Huang Mazi's wrist: "Don't open your eyes..."

Hearing Jute's exhortation, Chen Ping put away his curiosity.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Ping felt his feet fall to the ground, and the wind in his ears disappeared.

"You can open your eyes..."

Jute said.

Chen Ping opened his eyes slowly. When he opened his eyes, he was instantly stunned.

I saw a big change in the scenery in front of me, mountains and rivers, green trees, as if to another place!

"This...what the hell is this place?"

Chen Ping was full of surprise, he couldn't believe it, what he saw in front of him would be a mausoleum!

It is clearly a world, a different world!

Huang Mazi didn't answer Chen Ping, but quickly climbed up a hillside and looked around. At this moment, Huang Mazi's face was also full of shock.

Seeing that Huang Mazi didn't speak, Chen Ping asked again, "Is this the real tomb you said?"

"The layout here is not small." Huang Mazi muttered to himself in shock.

"What kind of pattern is not small?" Chen Ping next to him was stunned for a while, a little unclear.

Although Chen Ping also knows some skills in robbing tombs and finding caves, but here, his skills are stretched thin.

It is not yet clear what the pattern is here.

And such a scene, it is impossible to connect with the mausoleum.

Huang Mazi smiled lightly and pointed with his hand: "Look here."

"There are many mountains here, and it was clearly arranged by someone deliberately, with the mountains as the source and the water as the pattern!"

"The power of mountains and rivers is the horns of each other. There are very few people who can do this."

"Moving mountains and reclaiming seas, such a big hand, ordinary real people can't do it."

"It seems that the owner of this tomb must also be a scholar of metaphysics. Otherwise, he would never be able to do this. It seems that he has met his peers this time!"

Jute's eyes were bright.

Chen Ping followed what Huang Mazi pointed, and when he looked at it like this, he was a little shocked. This scene was not small. After Huang Mazi's guidance, Chen Ping saw some clues.

After a while, Huang Mazi suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that this landscape has been around for too long, and the power of heaven and earth under this cloth has gradually faded away."

"This will almost dissipate, otherwise, with this landscape, it will not be a problem to help you and me cultivate into a real person."

But even though the power of heaven and earth gradually dissipated here, Chen Ping still felt that pure spiritual energy was continuously drilling into his body.

"Let's go, let's find the mausoleum..."

Jute said, and started walking forward.

Chen Ping followed closely behind Chen Ping. Such a shocking scene made Chen Ping both excited and scared.

If such a mausoleum can be arranged, how can there be no organs to protect the tomb?

Therefore, Chen Ping has no idea what to face next.

In the face of these, Chen Ping realized how small his current strength is.

Chen Ping followed Hu Mazi for half an hour. Chen Ping ran the Heart Concentrate Art while walking, absorbing the pure spiritual energy around him.

At this time, the two of them had already penetrated into this mountain range quite a bit, which was also due to the failure of this landscape.

Otherwise, even if a person spends a year here, he will not be able to touch the south, east, north and west.

Suddenly, Hu Mazi stopped and looked at the mountain in front of his eyes: "It should be the front."

"Huh?" Chen Ping was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at the mountain in front of him.

I saw a mountain in the distance. It was cut from the middle and cut into a square altar. In the right direction, surrounded by mountains, the "altar" was quiet and terrifying. JrNovels.com