National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

Ghost King?

Su Fan's heart skipped a beat. If he remembered correctly, someone in the tavern had talked about the "Ghost King" not long ago.

It was said that a "ghost king" rushed out of the ghost realm and slaughtered the surrounding area.

It is not difficult to see that the "Ghost King" must be an extremely troublesome existence.

But now, Monk Wuxin actually said that the mausoleum might be the ghost king's palace?

"Master Wuxin, at what level can that ghost king compare to a practitioner?" Su Fan asked tentatively.

"It cannot be subdued except by great power." Monk Wuxin glanced at Su Fan briefly.

"Mighty?" Su Fan raised his eyebrows, "A person comparable to the Demon Saint level?"

Monk Wuxin nodded, "Exactly."

"Hehehe." Su Fan said calmly: "Master Wuxin is so calm, he must have some way to restrain himself, right?"

Monk Wuxin scratched his head in embarrassment, "I can't hide it from you, haha."

"Donor Su, don't worry, just follow me." Monk Wu Xin walked slowly towards the mausoleum, his brows full of confidence and calmness.

Su Fan thought thoughtfully, some Buddhist techniques were indeed the nemesis of Yin Qi monsters, and it was somewhat believable that Wuxin Monk dared to speak so boldly.

Of course, we can't let down our guard and place all our hopes on him.

Su Fan's eyes wandered, and he glanced at Tuntian and Xiaohuo inadvertently. The former could control upright and mighty thunder, while the latter controlled flames with sacred attributes. These had a certain restraint effect on Yin Qi monsters. It can be regarded as their back-up.

"Donor Su, what are you thinking about? Come here quickly." Monk Wuxin stopped and waved to Su Fan.

"Here we come." Su Fan came to his senses immediately, and first took Hanhan, who was too big to enter the mausoleum, into his body, and then entered the mausoleum with a small fire swallowing the sky.

As soon as he stepped into the mausoleum, Su Fan felt a chill coming from under his feet. Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, stumps and rotting bodies, and evil spirits and demons all seemed to appear before his eyes.

Not only him, but also several pets of the demon clan could clearly perceive illusions to varying degrees.

"Amitabha." The solemn Buddha's chant sounded, and all kinds of illusions suddenly disappeared, and the mausoleum environment came into Su Fan's eyes.

Su Fan took a closer look and saw that it was indeed Monk Wuxin holding the seal, and the voice that came out seemed to contain great wisdom and perseverance.

"Donor Su, be careful. This is an invisible illusion emanating from the ghost king in the tomb." Monk Wuxin said kindly.

"By the way, Wu Xin, don't you find it strange?" Su Fan groped his chin and muttered to himself.

"Strange?" Monk Wuxin was slightly startled, "What's weird? I think everything is normal."

"You think it's normal, but this is the strangest thing." Su Fan suddenly said something mysterious and mysterious.

Monk Wuxin was stunned. After hearing these words, he frowned thoughtfully.

Su Fan waved his hand, "We can't confirm it yet. Let's take a few more steps and take a look."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Fan and others officially entered the mausoleum.

The underground world in the mausoleum is very vast, with far-reaching underground palaces connected together, and it is not known where they lead. It does not look like a large tomb, but more like a large underground castle.

Along the way, they saw the corpses of many practitioners, and occasionally one or two ghosts rushed out, but this could not stop Su Fan, who slapped him to death.

After going several miles deep into the underground palace, Su Fan became more and more frightened. He saw a giant Yin soldier more than ten meters tall with flesh and blood like a human being, but with a large human-shaped hole in his stomach, and there were still traces of silk remaining around the hole. Silk evil spirit.

Su Fan guessed it was Lei Qianlie's method.

"It is rare to see this kind of femininity that gives birth to flesh and blood. As far as I know, they must be the descendants of the Ghost King. Only after being conceived by the Ghost King can they achieve such a state."

This is what Monk Wuxin said after seeing the giant Yin soldiers.

Not long after, Su Fan saw the Yin soldiers who looked like babies again. They had medium and large claw marks on their bodies. It seemed that they were probably the hands of King Huntian Xiaopeng.

"Donor Su, be careful. There may be some ghosts in the house on the right in front." Monk Wuxin suddenly warned.

Su Fan paused for a moment and looked in the direction he pointed. It was a dark palace with a gloomy atmosphere, and it seemed that there was indeed a mystery behind it.

"Why do you know so clearly?" Su Fan gave Monk Wuxin a strange look.

It's okay to know some of the secrets of the Ghost King's palace, and it's okay to know all kinds of Yin soldiers, but he knows even such trivial things as the existence of ghosts in the palace, which is very incredible.

"It is recorded in the classics that this kind of building made of dark shadow iron is usually used to imprison ghosts." Monk Wuxin shrugged helplessly, blaming all the faults on the classics.

To be honest, he was also a little depressed because it happened to be exactly the same as what was described in the classics.

Su Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Tuntian, go and see what is mysterious inside."

Monk Wuxin frowned slightly. Donor Su knew that there were tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tiger mountains. Or maybe he didn't trust what he said?

Tun Tian nodded slightly, fluttered his wings, and arrived in front of the palace in an instant.

The moment he rushed to the door, the palace suddenly shook violently, and then overwhelming Yin Qi rushed out from all directions, like a tide.

This kind of power is indeed astonishing, far beyond the comparison of those Yin soldiers and Yin generals who appeared at the entrance of the mausoleum.

However, when Tuntian encountered such a situation, he remained calm and calm. His eyes were like lightning, and he stopped outside the palace door, calmly watching every move inside.

"Rumble."

The yin energy surged into the sky, and the environment around Tuntian changed, giving it an ancient and desolate feeling. The ground also took on a dark red color, as if it had been infected by the flesh and blood accumulated over thousands of years, rippling out an obvious bloody and ferocious look. Bloodthirsty and cruel.

This is probably a vision of a ghost appearing in the world.

Tuntian remained calm, transformed into thunder, rushed into the palace and smashed the ghost's head with his claws, beating the flesh-and-blood ghost back more than ten meters.

When the ghost was about to get up and struggle, Swallowing Heaven spread its wings and flew away, killing the ghost on the spot.

This series of two hands, clean and powerful, showed Tuntian's extraordinary "skills".

At this point, all the visions were shattered like waking up from a big dream, and the surrounding environment was restored to its original state.

Monk Wu Xin glanced at Tun Tian in surprise. Just the few moves he showed were enough to tell that this Black Eagle was not simple in strength. He was probably the first Saint Son level combat power.

Thinking of this, Monk Wuxin moved his gaze towards Loli Xiaohuo again. There was Buddha light flowing in his pupils, as if he wanted to peek into Xiaohuo's realm.

"The first Saint Son level combat power again?" Monk Wuxin sighed secretly.