"It should be peaceful this time!"
Ding Ning killed all three generals and held the three treasures tightly in his hands. He stared nervously at the coffin and muttered uncertainly.
He made up his mind. If Genghis Khan jumped out of the coffin and resurrected, he would immediately turn around and leave. Damn it, he didn't have the ability to kill Genghis Khan at the same time as he killed the three generals in an instant.
"Rumble!"
The coffin did not have a dried corpse or Genghis Khan jump out as Ding Ning had expected. Instead, the ground trembled slightly and the wall behind the coffin rippled like water. A translucent door of light appeared.
Ding Ning frowned slightly and unceremoniously put the boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and antiques into his storage ring. He stepped into the door of light.
Perhaps there were many precious funerary objects in the coffin, but Ding Ning had no interest in taking things from a dead person.
Taking a step forward, Ding Ning felt a violent spatial fluctuation and disappeared from the palace.
"Roar!"
Chou Bao 'er was leading the earth dragons to faithfully execute Ding Ning's orders. They guarded the Outer Mausoleum and forbade anyone from leaving. However, she suddenly sensed that her master's aura had disappeared and could not help but let out a high-pitched roar. Zhu Gu, who was surrounded by the earth dragons, revealed an expression of surprise.
"Rumble!"
The entire underground palace shook violently. Formation runes flashed on the ground, emitting intense waves of teleportation waves. Everyone, whose faces were pale, felt their vision darken. When they could see again, they had already appeared in the vast Gobi Desert. Even the Earth Dragons were no exception.
Zhu Gu escaped death and was overjoyed. While everyone was still in a daze, he quietly escaped far away.
When a black-robed man wearing a purple gold mask in the crowd discovered him, it was already too late. He could only stomp his feet in anger.
"Fire God, why are you here?"
Wind God looked at the black-robed man in surprise and asked.
Fire God snorted coldly. "I came to see how your treasure hunt is going."
Could he tell Wind God that he had actually been mixed in with you all this time and even failed miserably and was plotted against by that little monster? If he did not have a substitute puppet, he would really be dead this time.
The Wind God lowered his head in shame. "This place is too dangerous. It's too strange. We didn't get anything."
"Hmph, it's mainly because that Ding Ning is too detestable. If we don't eliminate him as soon as possible, he'll definitely become a great calamity for us."
The Rain Deity pushed all the blame to Ding Ning.
"Hmm? That's right. Since the organization can't get him, let's kill him. "
Fire God was also full of anger and wanted to find someone to vent his anger on. He ferociously looked for Ding Ning in the crowd, but he did not see him.
"Where is he? Why isn't he out yet? "
Vulcan said in surprise.
"Could he have died inside?"
Wind God was also puzzled.
"I don't think so. Maybe he got all the treasures and activated the formation to expel us."
The Rain Deity hated Ding Ning to the bone. Even now, he did not forget to make Ding Ning hate him.
"Then all the more we can't let him go. Let's split up and see if we can go in again."
Fire God's eyes were extremely gloomy. This time, the Descendants of God Organization had come with a large force and were determined to get the treasures here. However, he did not expect that almost all of his subordinates were dead or injured. Only the three of them and King Vajra's four people came out alive. He was not willing to leave like this.
"Where's Ding Ning? Why didn't he come out? Did something happen to him?"
Many people from the Royal Alliance were also dead. Even Ruhr was dead inside. Apart from Feng Lingxiao and his daughter, there were only more than 20 mercenaries who came out alive. Helena looked around and did not find Ding Ning. She could not help but ask anxiously.
Feng Lingxiao shook his head and patted her shoulder to comfort her. "He should have gotten the final treasure, so he activated the formation."
"Don't lie to me. Even if he got the treasure, he would come out. How could he not show himself now? He must be trapped inside. No, I have to go and find him."
Helena shouted as tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lips and shook her head while shouting. Ignoring Feng Lingxiao's advice, she searched everywhere like a madwoman, wanting to find the entrance to the mausoleum. But unfortunately, the legendary Sacred Mountain had already disappeared. All that was left was a boundless desert, without any traces of its existence.
Just like Helena, Chou Bao'er's Earth Dragon army was also searching everywhere, unwilling to give up. They burrowed into the ground and frantically searched in all directions, trying to find traces of the tomb's existence. In the end, they still found nothing.
Pi Mu Er's face turned pale and his eyes were filled with confusion. The boss that he had just followed was gone without even receiving his salary. What should he do in the future?
Tian Xuanzi sighed with a heavy heart. "Let's go. If he is not dead, he will definitely participate in the Martial Artist Tournament. If he is dead, there is no point in waiting here."
"No, no. Boss is blessed by the heavens. He will definitely be alive."
Pi Mu 'er said in a sorrowful tone.
"Brother Pi, Brother Pudding and I are going to participate in the Martial Artist Tournament. Why don't you come with us? Maybe we will meet your boss in the Martial Artist Tournament? "
Little Monk Wu Xiang extended an invitation to Pi Muer. The youth called Pudding looked at him coolly with a longsword on his back, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
This was the first time Wu Xiang and Pudding came out of the mountain. They were simple and honest. They liked to listen to Pi Mu Er, who was not very strong but was very experienced in the Jianghu, talk about the Jianghu stories. In addition, the three of them went through the palace together.
Pi Mu Er hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. Although he thought that the possibility of his boss being alive was not high, he still had hope. Moreover, the Martial Artist Tournament was a global event. As long as one was a martial artist, they would want to participate.
Jiang Wuhui and Green Bamboo were both at the peak of the Earth Martial Artist Tournament. They came out to train and advance to the Sky Martial Artist Tournament and become famous in the world.
Jiang Wuhui had already caught a glimpse of the opportunity to break through. He really wanted to fight with Pudding, so he also wanted to go with them. Pudding didn't say anything, so Wu Xiang agreed.
Yan Tong and Green Bamboo, on the other hand, hated Pi Mu Er very much. They didn't want to go with them, so they left with cold faces.
Although the sect asked Jiang Wuhui to take care of Green Bamboo, he couldn't be blamed for her insisting on leaving. Besides, the trip to the mausoleum also made him unhappy with Green Bamboo and Yan Tong. It was better for them to leave so that they wouldn't be an eyesore.
Therefore, the two rookies and the two experienced martial artists said goodbye to the worried Tian Xuanzi and went to the venue of the Martial Artist Tournament while traveling in the Jianghu.
What they didn't know was that after Chou Bao 'er searched the mausoleum to no avail, it also led its tribe and followed Pi Mu Er. Perhaps in its low intelligence, it thought that it might be able to find its master by following Pi Mu Er.
The Descendants of God Organization didn't find anything after searching for two days, so they left unwillingly. Helena didn't give up and waited for another three days before leaving with a broken heart. This made Feng Lingxiao's heart sour and really didn't feel good.
Where did Ding Ning go?
Ding Ning actually wanted to know, but he really didn't know.
Stepping into the illusory door, he came to an unknown mountain range.
There were many towering green mountains here. Some of the mountain peaks rose steeply from the ground, like sharp swords that pierced the heavens, proud and aloof. Some of the mountain ranges were vast and undulating, like giant beasts that were slumbering in the wilderness, lying on the ground for thousands of miles. Some of the mountain peaks were beautiful, like amorous girls that were half-covered and half-shyly looking at each other, wanting to speak but still feeling shy …
Silver waterfalls hung down from the mountains, splashing water everywhere and rippling blue waves. Hazy white mist lingered around, enshrouding the place with traces of celestial aura. The place was filled with colorful lights, like a fairyland in the human world.
Rugged rocks of grotesque shapes, verdant green, and a myriad of colors competed with each other for beauty. The mountains and sceneries were magnificent, and they challenged the limits of Ding Ning's understanding of beautiful scenery.
Being in this place, it was refreshing. Ding Ning took a deep breath, every pore on his body was cheering happily, the spiritual energy in his body was circulating on its own, greedily absorbing the thick mist-like spiritual Qi.
"What is this place? Cultivating here for a day is equivalent to cultivating in the outside world for a year. "
Ding Ning's eyes were filled with wariness. He looked at the glowing unknown ancient trees in the mountains and murmured softly to himself.
Without a doubt, this was absolutely a treasured place for cultivation. But he was deeply puzzled because there were actually no signs of living beings moving about in such a place. There were no birds, beasts, insects, rats, or ants, and it was even to the extent that there wasn't even a single butterfly or bee amidst the colorful flowers that covered the mountains and plains.
This was too unreasonable. Except for the occasional breeze blowing the leaves, there were no signs of living beings. It was so quiet that it made one's heart palpitate.
Strange, this place was too strange!
Ding Ning secretly raised his guard, holding the Heavenly Destroyer in his hand, ready to go, and carefully walked toward the mountains. He wanted to figure out what this place was and find a way to go back quickly.
The mountains were verdant, but far larger than he imagined. Although there were endless beautiful scenery along the way, no matter how good the scenery was, there would always be a time when he had seen enough. When Ding Ning walked for a day and a night and found that he was still wandering in the green mountains, he felt inexplicably anxious.
Just like when he followed Pi Mu Er in the underground palace that seemed to never end, an inexplicable fear and anxiety shrouded his entire mind.
Maintaining a state of full vigilance at all times was absolutely not a good experience for anyone. The exhaustion that came from the bottom of his heart caused him to feel both mentally and physically exhausted, and traces of indescribable despair caused his mind to be in a state of chaos.
"I can't get out, I can never get out!"
Ding Ning murmured in a daze. He walked forward numbly like a walking corpse. He kept moving forward …
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
A gentle breeze blew past, and human faces with mouths and noses quietly appeared on the ancient trees, revealing strange smiles. The leaves rustled in the wind, as if they were whispering to each other in their own way of communication.
Ding Ning didn't feel it, and still walked numbly. His entire person seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes were empty and lifeless.
When he walked past a gurgling stream, walked past a green grassland, and entered an ancient forest, he finally stopped.
He was too tired. He casually put the Heavenly Destroyer on the ground, sat cross-legged on the ground, and entered a state of cultivation to recover his strength.
The human faces on the ancient trees appeared again, and the rustling sound of the leaves continued, as if they were fiercely debating on how to share this outsider.
Soon, the rustling sound of the leaves stopped, as if they had reached a conclusion. Some of the ancient trees were unwilling, but there was nothing they could do. The rustling of the leaves seemed to express their dissatisfaction.
The pavilion closest to the water enjoyed the moonlight first. The four ancient trees closest to Ding Ning seemed to have the final right to enjoy the moonlight. The swaying shadows of the trees turned into long snake-like shadows, and like flowing mercury, they wriggled towards Ding Ning, who was cultivating with his eyes closed.
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