Control The World Chapter 14

For the three days outside, seven times the time would be twenty-one days for the Spiritual Array.

At this moment, even though Ning Wufeng's body was in a mess, his robes were tattered and his hair was in a mess. However, he seemed to be more intelligent, and his physique was even more robust.

He was living a leisurely life, but he didn't know that the Wu family had started to deploy their troops faster.

"Oh right, there's also a treasure map." Ning Wufeng took out the treasure map he took from the Wu brothers' hands and placed it in front of him.

It was said that this was the tomb of an Invigorated Meridian Realm cultivator. There should be a lot of good things inside right? After experiencing the Linlang Pavilion's perverted exchange system, as well as experiencing the benefits brought by the Spiritual Arrays, Ning Wufeng felt more and more that he was a pauper.

If he had enough Linlang Coins, then his cultivation would soar by plane.

"Let's go take a look."

Ning Wufeng stuffed the treasure map into his chest, and with a quick movement, he shot towards a place not too far away. At this moment, his speed had increased by several folds.

The location marked on the treasure map was very close to Azure Dragon Bay. After finding the treasure, they returned to Azure Dragon Bay. It had been a long time since he had gone back. He wondered if the bald aunt, Pi Laisan, and the others were doing well.

When Ning Wufeng thought of them, he could not help but feel warm in his heart.

They rapidly made their way through the forest.

On the other side, a young master wearing an embroidered robe with jade belt followed behind him. A hunchbacked old man with a stern expression was also speeding in the forest.

The colorful-robed young master stopped and turned his head to ask, "Uncle Zhua, how far is it from the tomb of the Gold Spirit Point Ou Yeyun?"

"Reporting to Young Master, the intelligence report said that it should be nearby." The old man's voice was hoarse and very low.

"This Ou Yeyun broke into the third level Divine Demon Battlefield and obtained a demon spear. His fame was so great that even the great aristocratic families in the capital threw an olive branch at him. But who would have thought that such a person would be buried in such a remote place after his death? " The Embroidered Cloak Young Master shook his head and sighed.

He was the young master of the largest gang in the Jiang Ning manor, the Wandering Dragon Gang, Zhao Wuqing. Recently, news came about that a hunter had stumbled into a tomb while hunting in the Scarlet Mountain Range, and had brought back pieces of information.

The one who followed him here was also the elder of the Wandering Dragon Gang, Hei Zhuo. Black Claw hid his hands in his sleeves and bent his back, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding jungle.

Roar …

Dragon from cloud, wind from tiger. A black wind suddenly rose up in the forest. A multi-colored tightly-knit tiger jumped out and pounced towards them.

"Allow me." With a flick of his body, a silver spear appeared in Zhao Wuqing's hand, pointed at the White Tiger's face with the tip of the spear.

"Young master, be careful, this is a high-grade Mortal Stage demon beast." Black Claw gloomily looked at the tiger, and the black claw hidden in his sleeves began to emit a sharp aura.

"No problem, I was just in time to test the gun." The corner of Zhao Wuqing's mouth raised into a confident smile. His body moved, moving towards the multi-colored tiger.

While Zhao Wuqing was battling the tiger, Ning Wufeng had also arrived in the vicinity according to the directions given by the treasure map.

When he heard the sounds of fighting from afar, he carefully released his spiritual sense. Bypassed around them.

Not far from the fight, Ning Wufeng stopped. He looked around the lush forest and muttered, "It should be here." He carefully released his soul consciousness, and the lush trees around him immediately changed under the cover of his soul consciousness.

It really was here. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw that the sounds of fighting had not yet stopped. A sharp cry came from the direction of the sound, shaking the trees and causing them to rustle.

What a strong wave of air. Ning Wufeng muttered in surprise. This place was much more dangerous than the outskirts of the Scarlet Mountain Range. Putting aside these elusive demonic beasts, just the presence of those two people gave him a sense of danger.

Everything had to be careful.

However, the owner of the ancient tomb is quite smart and set up a maze here. After so many years had passed, the formation had long ago fused with the ancient trees. If Ning Wufeng had not used his spiritual sense, the others would have had to spend a lot of effort in searching for the tomb.

It was just like how Zhao Wuqing and Hei Zhuo had been wandering around this area for a few days already.

The biggest use of the Bewitching Array was to confuse the cultivators' observation. It was placed in front of the ancient tomb to prevent it from being stolen. However, the person who set up the formation could not stop Ning Wufeng who had his own divine sense. After all, a Spiritual Sense is a ability that only Spirit Stage cultivators possess.

"From the looks of it, this formation should be at the level of a Rank 3 Spiritual Array. The person who laid the array must be a Rank 3 Spiritual Array Master." Looking at the history of the Jiang Ning manor, I presume that the owner of the tomb is not a nameless person. " Ning Wufeng sized up the third grade Confusion Array and commented.

A Grade Three Spiritual Array Master had at least the strength of an Invigorated Meridian realm when they were alive. It seemed that the judgement of Wu Chuan and his brother wasn't wrong.

However, his master was already dead. The third grade illusion formation was enveloped by his abnormal spiritual sense as if it was completely empty. His body moved and appeared behind an ancient tree where the three of them were hugging.

With a kacha sound, that stone cracked, turning into a pile of powder that scattered all over the ground.

"After so many years, I still have a lot of spiritual power." Ning Wufeng laughed. Although this object looked like a rock, it was actually the spiritual jade of the outer Spiritual Array. After being absorbed by Ning Wufeng, the spiritual energy formation broke by itself.

"Here." Ning Wufeng's body moved, pushing aside the grass behind the ancient trees, revealing a pitch black hole. He entered in a line and did not forget to close the bushes. He placed a hundred spirit stones in the original position as the core of the formation, temporarily acting as the core of the formation.

With a crashing sound, a large amount of dirt and rocks fell from the ceiling. Ning Wufeng patted off the dust on his body. Although the cave entrance was not big, the interior of the cave was indeed a special place.

It was unknown what methods the owner of the tomb used to refract the light from the outside into the tomb. So the cave was dry and bright.

Ning Wufeng saw that the walls on both sides were etched with mysterious pictures and such, it seemed like they had existed for a very long time. Could it be that this place was discovered by the owner of the tomb and turned into an ancient tomb?

Judging from the arrangement of the maze on the outside, it seemed to have some effect as well. The owner of the tomb was not very far away. However, the wall was painted in a year reminiscent of the ancient era.

The ancient era went through 99 eras. A era was ten thousand years, or nine hundred and ninety thousand years. It was the era of the Great Devil Chaos, and the frescoes were also of an ancient era.

The Infernal King was in chaos, the Immortals were in command, and all races competed in magic …

The mural begins with a picture of a heavenly paradise. In the holy abode, there was a stone tablet with the words "Ten Thousand Arts Palace" written on it. The mountains were filled with pavilions and pavilions. The disciples were flourishing.

"This is an ancient sect called the Ten Thousand Arts Sect. They are extremely large and their disciples are on fire." Ning Wufeng walked past a mural.

"In the second set of frescoes, there was the birth of a divine object from the Ten Thousand Arts Palace. It attracted a group of primal chaos devils, who were enormous. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect continued to fight against the various gods and devils. "It seems that the casualties are extremely high."

Soon after, the frescoes depicted hundreds of cultivators fighting in the sky and on the ground with all sorts of weapons, as well as divine demons with wings and towering horns. Fiendgods had limitless magic, and they were extremely powerful in close combat. The ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river.

"In this battle, the casualties among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect were severe. Later on, someone from the Ten Thousand Arts Palace brought out a divine object. The divine object shone with boundless light as it beheaded a large portion of the divine devils. However, there was an expert among all the Gods and Demons who was wrapped in lightning that swallowed the God and the God, then fought against the God Beast and destroyed it. "

"Later on, the entire Myriad Magic Palace suffered a great loss in this battle. The sect was so empty that it began to decline day by day."

"I wonder if the content of this mural is real, or if it was just an illusion created by the later generations." Ning Wufeng mumbled as he raised his head. There was already a large hall in front of him.

Many ancient items were placed on the floor of the hall. It seemed like they had been there for a very long time.

Ning Wufeng looked left and right, seeing the tables and chairs in the main hall. There was even a set of tea set on the table. There was even tea in the cups. The tea set was brand-new, as if it had been washed not long ago.

Behind the tables and chairs, in the center of the hall, was indeed a huge stone coffin. The coffin was made of simple green stone, without any stars. It was extremely simple.

No matter if it was the tables, chairs, tea set, or the coffin behind him, they were all spotless.

"Looks like this really is a tomb." Ning Wufeng mumbled as he turned his head to look at his surroundings. He didn't know when the nameless flowers on both sides of the stairs had bloomed, but there seemed to be an indescribable fragrance coming out of them.

When he once again turned his head to look at the great hall, his heart was suddenly startled, and his entire body instantly tensed up. A middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard was sitting on that table and chair, looking at Ning Wufeng with a smile.

"Senior, I have no intention of disturbing you in your sleep here. If you dare commit any immoral acts, I hope that you can help me with my letter." Ning Wufeng immediately bowed towards that person.

He did not reply for a long time, and could not help but look up. The man was still smiling, not moving at all. He released his spiritual sense and carefully probed that person.

It was a corpse without any heartbeat or breathing, much less any spirit energy fluctuations. It should be because the owner of the tomb had made a little joke before he died. But how could such a trick scare a monk?

While Ning Wufeng was still lost in thought, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke up, "It's been so many years, finally someone has come to this place."

"Who?" Ning Wufeng was surprised to find that it was the middle-aged man who spoke. Was this a ghost story?

"Don't worry, this noble one doesn't have an Empyrean. I had accidentally entered the Demonic God Battlefield and died fighting against a group of demons. It is only because I possess a bloodline's inheritance that I am unwilling to accept it after death. I have accumulated a bit of grievances in this world, but if fate wills it, then my body will pass on my legacy. "

"Therefore, I placed my hopes on Ou Yeyun, but he was still only half-dead." It is hard for me to accept my Dao, so my grievances will not be extinguished. "

So that's how it is, Ning Wufeng suddenly said. The tomb master's name was actually Ou Yeyun, and he obtained the grudge of the Ascendant from the Fiendgod Battlefield. When the Ascendant wanted to pass on his legacy, this Ou Yeyun's fate was very bad, and he died.

Sky Sovereign could not find anyone who had inherited the teachings, so their grudges were never extinguished. They waited until today for Ning Wufeng to come over.

Chapter end