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Chapter 3369: The Existence in the Stone Gate, Dark God Thoughts, Hunting Ground

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"

Seeing this, Emperor Qiulong snorted coldly and didn't take it seriously.

He directly sacrificed a magical weapon, which was a dragon horn.

It is the horn of a powerful ancestor of their Qionglong lineage, which contains mysterious power that can break through many strange things.

However, the Qionglong Emperor activated the Qionglong Horn.

But his expression suddenly changed!

The dragon horn seemed to be suppressed by the mottled stone door and was unable to exert its secret power!

The Qiulong Emperor was stunned.

Soon, something even more shocking happened.

From the mottled stone gate.

Suddenly, there were sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

A blurry black shadow emerged from it, extremely cold and eerie, with bloodshot eyes and a chilling look.

His entire face was distorted, and his facial features were more hideous than any yaksha or evil spirit.

As soon as the black shadow saw the Qielong Emperor, he pounced on him like a hunter seeing his prey!

"court death!"

The Qionglong Emperor's imperial power burst out from his whole body, and he took action to suppress the enemy.

However, what is shocking is that

That black shadow actually burst out with boundless imperial power!

Even though he cannot be compared with a true emperor, he is not much weaker.

If that were all, it might not be too much.

But most importantly.

A second black shadow appeared again in the mottled portal.

There is a third, a fourth, a fifth...

That mottled portal seemed like the entrance to the underworld.

The black shadow within it gushed out like a ghost from hell, carrying with it a chilling and cold murderous intent.

"That is... the thought of the Great Emperor!"

Some monks couldn't help but exclaim, and even their words trembled.

The thoughts of gods are the immortal obsessions left behind by the powerful ones above the level of emperor.

Most of them are evil thoughts, which are the negative emotions of the powerful emperors.

When they are alive, the emperor-level strong men are able to suppress their negative emotions.

But after falling, negative emotions may condense and transform into the brutal and cruel thoughts of a god.

Whenever the thoughts of gods appear, they will cause great disturbances and catastrophes.

The stronger a person is during his lifetime, the stronger the deity he will have after his death.

At this moment, the thought of the god emerged from the mottled stone gate.

Although it is not the divine thought of the top most powerful one.

But at least they are all negative emotions and obsessions formed after the death of the great emperor.

If there were only one or two, the monks present could still suppress them calmly.

But the problem is that there are too many dark gods emerging from the stone gate!

It is simply not something the monks here can contend with.

Not to mention, the mottled stone door has strange properties that can suppress many secret treasures and ancient artifacts.

At this moment, all the monks' faces changed suddenly.

The blood seemed to be frozen.

"Run away!"

Many monks panicked and turned around to flee!

But at this moment, a vast blood-colored array pattern emerged in the entire burial ground.

It covers the whole sky and earth like a chain, imprisoning the entire burial ground.

The closer you get to the core of the burial ground, the stronger the sealing force becomes.

It can be said that within a short period of time, even an emperor-level figure would find it absolutely difficult to escape from this formation.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

"Is this a setup? We've all been tricked!"

Some monks realized it later.

It seemed as if they were being slaughtered like pigs by a dark hand in the dark.

"Damn it!"

A roar shook the heaven and earth.

That was the Qiulong Emperor, fighting with several gods.

The divine thoughts were like a pack of wolves, biting the Dragon Emperor.

His various protective magic weapons and secret treasures were suppressed by the mottled stone door and were completely ineffective.

As for sending a message for help, it was impossible because they were blocked by the blood-colored formation.

In the end, everyone saw it.

The Qionglong Emperor's body was torn into pieces, like a prey being torn apart by hyenas.

Even his soul was torn, devoured, and refined by the divine thoughts.

One of the nine dragons of the famous Ancestral Dragon Clan, a young emperor-level being.

He actually died in the burial ground like this.

This made the monks from all directions terrified, and they fled for their lives even more desperately.

The Thunder Dragon Emperor was also shocked, and he retreated as fast as lightning.

But the divine thoughts that emerged from the mottled stone gate seemed to have a certain degree of instinct.

The target is to reach the level of cultivation and the being with the most powerful spirit, energy and blood.

And Jun Xiaoyao here.

As expected, more than ten gods were eyeing Jun Xiaoyao.

You know, these divine thoughts can never be compared to their strength when they were alive.

But not too bad.

And because it is a gathering of negative emotions, it is even more brutal, and has a corrosive and corrupting effect on the spirit and soul.

The thoughts of more than ten gods came directly to surround and kill Jun Xiaoyao.

It can be said that even any other ordinary young emperor would not be able to hold on.

In such a chaotic situation.

The figure of the Crown Prince of the ancient Tianquan Dynasty was also wandering.

But it's worth noting.

If you keep staring at Prince Tianquan, you will find out.

There were flashes of dark light in his eyes.

Although his cultivation is also at the Emperor level.

But those gods seemed to be unable to see him and ignored his existence.

Prince Tianquan looked secretly at Jun Xiaoyao.

He saw that he was besieged by more than ten gods.

A sneer appeared on Prince Tianquan's lips.

But the next moment, the smile on his lips froze.

But when I saw Jun Xiaoyao, he was shining with immortal light and his chaotic energy was surging.

There seemed to be fairy flowers lingering between his eyebrows, and there were gods chanting scriptures in it.

The power of the three souls was like three gods sitting cross-legged in the depths of Jun Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness.

As powerful as those gods' thoughts are, let alone penetrating Jun Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Even getting close to him is difficult.

Jun Xiaoyao's soul was like three torches, surging and blazing like the sun.

When those gods approached, it was like ice and snow meeting fire, and black smoke was coming out of their bodies.

And Jun Xiaoyao even sacrificed the Samadhi True Fire.

Samadhi True Fire is also extremely lethal to the primordial spirit and soul.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao who was completely unmoved and in no danger of life.

There was also a hint of coldness in Prince Tianquan's eyes.

His figure disappeared quietly.

Although this divine thought posed no threat to Jun Xiaoyao at all.

But for the other monks here, it is absolutely deadly.

The Thunder Dragon Emperor was also caught up in the fight and eventually died.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at this scene that was like a murderous purgatory, but his eyes were as calm as water.

"Koi, did you notice?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"What?" Su Jinli asked.

“Although these gods’ thoughts seem to be killing without restraint and devouring souls, they also seem to be controlled by humans,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Xiaoyao, do you mean that this game is actually to collect the power of the soul?"

"But who wants to do this?" Su Jinli asked puzzled.

"Ah……"

Jun Xiaoyao just smiled meaningfully.

Combined with the man he just sensed.

He almost understood.

However, Jun Xiaoyao did not interfere.

The souls and spirits of countless cultivators were devoured by the gods' thoughts.

Just when the entire burial ground fell into a purgatory-like scene.

The prince of the ancient Tianquan Dynasty went deep into a remote part of this burial ground.

Now the entire burial ground is like purgatory.

The monks from all sides don't have enough time to escape, so naturally no one would go deep into this place.

However, in this seemingly inconspicuous remote place.

But there is a desolate tomb, as if it had been abandoned by time, and has been silent for eternity.

What is even more shocking is.

There is also a mottled stone gate on top of this tomb.

The thoughts of those gods are the power of the souls and spirits that they hunted and devoured.

There are also various qi, blood, and life essence forces collected by the formation.

They all passed through the mottled stone gate and gathered in this tomb.

At a certain moment, the tomb suddenly cracked open, and endless red light gushed out.

An unimaginable and vast soul power seemed to be about to burst out.

But it did not explode, but condensed to the extreme.

A coffin suddenly emerged from the grave.

The coffin was black and red, and was carved with countless secret patterns and totems, ancient mantras, and was mysterious and strange.

When he saw the coffin, an unprecedented enthusiasm and respect emerged in Prince Tianquan's eyes.

"My Lady Princess!" (End of this chapter)