I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

382 You Are Here Too?

After walking around the third level of the Demon Imperial Tombs, Feng Xia had seen far more truths than ordinary people.

To him, there was only one problem left.

Should they destroy the Qianyuan Myriad Formation, and risk being targeted by the mastermind, to give Xuanwu Kingdom and the human race a chance to rise up?

Or should they continue to stay in oblivion and wait for 1,000 years before the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor resurrected and destroyed everything here?

“Then, make your choice.”

At this moment, Feng Xia took a deep breath.

His gaze was fixed on Mo Lianque. His voice seemed to have penetrated through time and contained the power of an era.

Mo Lianque was stunned at first, then his expression gradually changed.

Some of the secrets that Feng Xia was telling him were already known to him, but there were also some that he had never heard of before!

Regarding the existence of the Demon Dragon Emperor’s tomb, and the messages from the goddess Wu Guan…

“Sect Master Feng’s reminder is not unreasonable.”

Mo Lianque frowned deeply, but quickly relaxed. His expression and aura did not change at all.

“The more this is the case, the more we have to give it a try!”

“If we don’t fight, we won’t have any chance. We can only slowly wait for the end!”

“If we fight… There might still be a chance of survival!”

“In that case, follow me.”

Feng Xia stared at this middle-aged emperor for a long time before nodding solemnly. “I hope that one day in the future, you can still recall everything you said today.”

Mo Lianque acknowledged.

“Then, Your Majesty… seal your hearing.”

“Huh?”

Mo Lianque was stunned.

Sealing his hearing…

What kind of strange operation was this?

However, when he saw Feng Xia’s serious expression, he still nodded and turned to look at the others in the carriage.

“Seal your hearing.”

Everyone obeyed.

After seeing this scene, the corners of Feng Xia’s mouth twitched helplessly as he began to use the Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon.

Swoosh—

A golden ring-shaped door suddenly opened behind Feng Xia.

Even though the Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon Bell in the ancestral temple was not directly refined by him, using the complete Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon, he could borrow a portion of the bell’s power to create a passageway that connected the second and third levels of the Demon Imperial Tombs.

Not only that, but he could also travel around the second level at will.

The only problem was…

As everyone knew, the complete Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon had a total of nine sounds.

So.

He needed to woof.

“Don’t ever let me find out… who created such a divine power…”

He muttered resignedly in his heart.

Feng Xia finally unleashed the full strength of the Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon Bell’s divine power. The circular door slowly rotated and opened, revealing a long and deep passageway behind it.

“Let’s go. I need to look for another person, and then we’ll go to the third level.”

Feng Xia waved his hand and stepped into the passageway first.

After this, the Ancient King War Chariot turned into a stream of light and also rushed in.

“Strange, why do I suddenly feel a little cold…”

At another corner of the second level, Long Da suddenly shivered.

However, he quickly recovered from his daze and muttered to himself, “Illusion! It should be just an illusion! After all, I’m an invincible egg…”

In the past few days since he entered the second level, he had naturally not been idle.

Although he had worked with Feng Xia very closely, it was not as if he did not keep his own secrets.

“I wanted to be born before entering the Dragon Demon Emperor’s tomb, but it seems like that’s not a possibility. Fortunately, I made two preparations before I reincarnated!”

Long Da’s perception swept through the darkness, searching for a suitable target.

“This one won’t do. The bloodline isn’t pure. The upper limit is too low. Skip.”

“This bloodline is alright, but too ugly. Skip also.”

“Hmm, that one’s bloodline is strong enough and mighty enough, but wait… it’s female? Scram, scram, scram, I’m not interested in a female beast!”

“Let’s look again, let’s look again… Hmm, that one seems pretty good!”

All of a sudden, a handsome figure appeared in front of Long Da.

This figure was in human form. For a moment, it was impossible to tell what race it was. However, with Long Da’s perception, he could clearly feel the surging power of the bloodline!

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“Hmm, handsome enough and have a strong bloodline… I’ll choose you!”

Swish, swish, swish—

Long Da controlled his egg, and with a speed that was even more astonishing than a meteor, he suddenly flew through the darkness!

“Huh?”

Deep in the darkness of the second level.

A gray figure suddenly condensed, wriggling indeterminately. There was a trace of anger in his voice. “The power that I entrusted to Mo Zhongxiu has been dispersed by someone? Who is so audacious…”

According to the information he had gathered, Mo Zhongxiu’s human father was a man with ambitions…

However, those were just ambitions.

If one’s own strength was too weak, no matter what ambitions one had, it was all just empty words. In the end, one could only become a joke.

“It shouldn’t be that Xuanwu Emperor. Then who did it?”

The Holy Son Ying Daoyi pondered for a moment and quickly made a decision. “Since there’s been an accident, I’ll just project another wisp of power over. This current soul fragment from my true form has already reached the peak of the True Spirit Realm. It’s enough to sweep away any form of disrespect. It doesn’t matter even if it consumes more energy!”

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Swoosh—

Soon, a wisp of hazy gray fog separated from his body.

The aura of this gray fog was much weaker than the soul fragment it came from. It only had one-tenth of the power of the soul fragment, but it still had the cultivation of the early stage of the True Spirit Realm!

“Go! Let me see who is so bold…”

On the other side of the valley.

Feng Xia had just locked onto the Long Da’s coordinates when his heart suddenly trembled slightly. He raised his hand and the unconscious Mo Zhongxiu immediately flew out.

He could clearly hear a deep voice. It was cold and terrifyingly distorted, as if it was born from the void and was about to occupy the zifu between Mo Zhongxiu’s eyebrows!

At this moment, Mo Zhongxiu’s zifu seemed to be surging with monstrous waves.

Black lightning streaked wildly and gray fog spread in all directions. An indescribable shadow emerged from the depths of the gray fog, as if it wanted to disperse the surrounding purple energy.

“As great as I am…”

The voice said proudly.

He looked around and was stunned. “What… is this place? Why does it look so familiar…”

At this moment, he was not in the zifu between Mo Zhongxiu’s eyebrows. Instead, he was in a Lotus Prison!

The withered and dead aura which sealed this place away from the world was the only thing left in this place.

“Your… Your Highness?”

Not far from him, a haggard woman was first surprised, then asked in a hoarse voice, “Why… are you here too?”