Chapter 718

The founding ancestor of the Wang family? The ancestor of the Wang family in the Mythological Era? Mengqi's pupils contracted slightly and he was inexplicably horrified.

Although the Wang family deliberately covered it up and most of the ancient matters involved secrets, which were either erased or sealed in the long river of history by the bigwigs, his legend was often vague, but the most basic situation was still known to the world.

He obtained the Ancient Book, comprehended the Way of Heaven, and created the Arithmetical Classic comparable to the Fu Emperor's Eight Trigrams; he exhausted the mysteries of heaven and established an everlasting foundation; he was at least a mighty person of the Legendary Realm, or even stronger!

And such a Great Medium actually let out such a shrill and fearful scream before his death, which echoed through the ages and could not be completely erased?

What did he encounter before his death? What did he see?

What was even more terrifying was that such an encounter was not a coincidence. Every ancestor of the Wang family, as long as they achieved Dharmakaya, would let out a similar scream before their death. Could it be that the Arithmetical Classic was so overbearing that the backlash of the Way of Heaven had turned into a curse and penetrated deep into this martial art? As long as one practiced it, he would either die young at fifty or die miserably?

For some reason, the words "die miserably" always lingered in Mengqi's mind, scarlet and ferocious.

The doubts and horror in his heart were like bubbles, bubbling and constantly emerging. He subconsciously wanted to ask more questions, but thinking that it was related to the secret of the Wang family and that it was the ancestral hall of the Wang family, it was impossible for an outsider like him to investigate. So he forcibly restrained his thoughts, looked at the trembling He Xiang, and said with a smile, "Since it's a common thing, why are you afraid?"

He Xiang pouted, "You don't understand. For a girl, even if she heard it ten thousand times, she would still be afraid."

Mengqi smiled and was about to return to his room when suddenly a thought flashed in his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a fraud. He did not say everything, but his meaning was implied. He asked me to stay the night and talk about it tomorrow. Did he have other intentions?

Knowing that there would be screams of obsession in the middle of the night from the ancestral hall, he arranged me to stay in the nearby Tianji Tower instead of the far away guest house. With the management of the Wang family from Jiangdong since ancient times, it was difficult to find a second place in the world with the large and complete layout of the ancestral house. Staying a little further, with layers of Restrictive Spells to weaken the sound, unless I deliberately eavesdropped, I would not be able to detect it.

In other words, he asked me to stay in the Tianji Tower to let me hear the screams.

What was the point of letting him hear the screams?

Thinking of this, Meng Qi turned around and looked at He Xiang, "I have always admired the ancestors of the Wang family. Now that I have the opportunity to come here, I would like to offer a stick of incense. I wonder if I have the chance now?"

This kind of request could be considered unreasonable. Not to mention that the Wang family had many cultivators, for any family, the ancestral hall was of utmost importance, mainly open to family members. If outsiders really had a reason, they might bring incense to the ancestral hall, but this was definitely during the day. There had never been anyone who wanted to go to someone else's ancestral hall in the middle of the night, and not to the head of the family, but to a maid.

Wang Family, Sect Master of Wang Family, I Wang Sect, Siang, I of, I Siyuan of of Family of Sect, Master of Gu, I Family of the Ancestor of Wang King of. of Wang family of Wang Xian King of of Wang Ancestor …

Sure enough … Mengqi thought to himself. He stopped talking and followed He Xiang down the Tianji Tower. They passed by the brush washing pond, crossed the pine forest, and arrived at the solemn and solemn ancient building.

The door of the ancestral hall of Wang Sect was closed. Two guards in black armor were guarding the door. Only their eyes were exposed. Their breath was covered by the armor, but their eyes were as dark as ink. It was as if the mysteries of heaven were hidden in them. They were quite extraordinary.

"The Wang family of Jiangdong really has a deep foundation. There are countless hidden masters in Jianghu …" Mengqi nodded to himself. He Xiang took out the token and opened the door.

The ancestors of Wang family were at least in the Legendary realm. They must have one or more caves. There must be plenty of opportunities for them to hone their skills. Whether they could or not, Jianghu would not hinder the advancement of their children.

What is the foundation of a family? This is it!

Walking into the ancestral hall, Mengqi suddenly felt a chill. It was as if he had stepped into a mausoleum that had been built for many years. There were many long tables in the hall in front of him. The tables were filled with black memorial tablets. They were densely packed and had names written on them. It was as if pairs of eyes were looking at him, inexplicably frightening.

The Wang family of Jiangdong had been established for at least two hundred thousand years. Even if they had a long lifespan in ancient and medieval times, they had accumulated countless ancestors. Those who had achieved Dharmakaya and those who had not were all here, forming a forest of memorial tablets!

Right in front of them was the most spacious area. There was only one memorial tablet on the incense table. It was thick black and solemn in gold. On it were a few big words: "Founder of Wang Family".

What about his name? Could it be that his name was so ominous that even the Wang family dared not mention it? Mengqi frowned and looked carefully. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the few golden words. Then, he felt that it was getting bigger and bigger. Everything around him became blurry and there was a change in time and space.

In an instant, Mengqi found himself in front of a tomb mountain. The mountain was dark and full of cliffs. There were many caves on each cliff, and there were coffins made of bronze or black wood. In front of the coffins were the memorial tablets that he had seen just now.

There was only one road leading to the top of this tomb mountain. On both sides of the road were coffins and memorial tablets. At the top of the mountain, there was an ancient bronze coffin that gave off an extremely heavy feeling. It was tied up by nine purplish black chains and stood quietly. On the lid was a memorial tablet that was as black as the night sky. The words "Founder of Wang Family" were written in gold.

The nine purplish black chains extended into the tomb mountain and seemed to have spread to the core of the earth, connecting itself with the heaven and earth.

"The ancestral hall of the Wang family is a cave of the Wang family. It is difficult to bury the ancestors of the past generations …" Mengqi understood, but he still frowned. This arrangement seemed to be used to suppress the ancient bronze coffin?

The backlash suffered by the founder of the Wang family was so terrible that even if he passed away, the backlash would spread to his descendants. If it was not suppressed, would the whole family be exterminated?

At this time, there was a red lantern in He Xiang's hand. The candle inside swayed and lit up the surroundings. However, it made the "ancestral hall" even more gloomy.

"Didn't Teacher Su want to offer incense?" He Xiang asked with a smile.

Mengqi did not know what Wang Siyuan was thinking. He nodded slightly and followed He Xiang up the mountain road slowly.

The coffins on both sides were like a forest, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The screams echoed from time to time, becoming more and more terrifying.

At this moment, Mengqi's ears twitched. He heard a creaking sound coming from a black wooden coffin next to him. It seemed that someone was scratching the lid from inside!

Mengqi immediately stopped and held the Invincible Blade in his right hand. He was shocked. Was the screams before passing away not enough? Did they turn into fierce undead monsters after death?

Crack! Crack!

Crack! The lid of the coffin opened little by little. Mengqi looked solemn. He stood in front of He Xiang, who was so scared that her legs were weak. He was about to pull out the Invincible Blade.

Cough! Cough! Suddenly, a familiar cough came from the coffin.

Mengqi's expression suddenly became strange. He saw a white thin figure climbing up with difficulty. His cheeks were sickly red, and he was so weak that he seemed like he could fall back into the coffin at any time. It was the Grand Wang Childe, Wang Siyuan!

"How can the Grand Wang Childe play tricks?" Mengqi snorted. The little girl He Xiang was so scared that she almost fainted.

Wang Siyuan walked out and said with a faint smile, "This is the coffin I picked for myself. What do you think?"

"It's not bad …" Mengqi said casually and added, "It's more stylish to use bronze."

"Stylish?" Wang Siyuan waved his hand to signal He Xiang to step down from the Tomb Mountain. He then slowly walked forward without saying a word.

Mengqi did not speak either. He waited for the trickster to speak. The two were silent all the way. They walked side by side to the peak and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the Wang Clan's founder.

It was only then that Mengqi found a roll of dark pictures in front of the coffin. It was tightly tied by a thin golden rope.

"Real Spirit Picture," Wang Siyuan's voice was erratic and gloomy, like a ghost. Wang Siyuan's voice was ethereal and gloomy like a ghost, "The ancient Heavenly Court fell, and the List of Deification became blank again. One by one, the deities who entered and achieved the position of god were freed. There were still relatives and friends who relied on help to rebuild their Dharmakaya. Cough, cough. Those who were already alone were especially miserable. Their divine power came from the List of Deification and the Heavenly Court. Once they lost it, they could only become lonely ghosts. My ancestors took pity on them and refined this scroll to keep them …"

The List of Deification? Mengqi really wanted to say that he had just seen the real List of Deification.

Unfortunately, after Martial Uncle Xiaobai came to the real world, he was very curious and wandered around on his way from Langya to Jiangdong. Otherwise, if the Holy Whip was here, the Grand Wang Trickster might be shocked.

Wang Siyuan panted for a long time before he recovered, "Unfortunately, the night they re-entered the Real Spirit Map, this scroll mysteriously disappeared and only reappeared 20 days ago."

This … Mengqi took a light breath.

Wang Siyuan's relapse had something to do with this?

Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound coming from the bronze coffin in front of him!

This was the coffin of the Wang Clan's founder!

The Grand Wang Trickster was playing tricks again? Mengqi looked at Wang Siyuan in shock.

Wang Siyuan said with a faint smile, "I was just letting you get used to it."

There was no smile in his eyes, only madness!