The Myriad Tombs

The protective energy around the passageway suddenly dissipated. The intense poisonous fog suddenly began to invade Qin Yu's body.

Qin Yu's body lit up with flames. Holy light divine flame isolated all the poisonous fog.

"Such a tomb of demonic cultivator should have disappeared long ago."

Qin Yu showed no mercy.

At the end of the passageway, there was a small space.

There was a dried corpse kneeling on the ground with a string of prayer beads around his neck.

Even though he had been dried for many years, one could still feel his devout attitude from his wrinkles.

Five corpses were hanging above it. Their holy energy had been sucked dry and they were dried up.

A dark and cold thought suddenly pierced into Qin Yu's sea of consciousness.

"If you want to obtain my legacy, you have to wear prayer beads and sacrifice 300 Dao Realm experts. Then you will be my disciple."

In an instant, a figure took shape in Qin Yu's mind.