After the words fell, the white-haired man waved his hand.

On the bloody mountain, it seemed as if a portal had been opened.

Within this portal, there are countless gold and silver treasures, magical weapons, and magical elixirs.

In an instant, the treasure light exploded, the glow was overwhelming, and countless artistic conceptions soared into the air.

This turned out to be a treasure trove.

And it's no ordinary treasure trove.

The treasure house is definitely a treasure left over from the former imperial tomb.

Everything here may cause chaos and bloodshed in the outside world.

But now it is placed in front of the two of them.

Just listen to the white-haired man say: "As long as you help me, this treasure house will be given to you."

"What do you want us to do?" Taoist Shiyan's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

Even though he is a descendant of Tianji Holy Land, he still covets the treasure of the Emperor's Tomb.

Among them were some treasures of calculation that even he coveted.

On the contrary, for Xu Zimo, treasures have no meaning at all.

The stronger the strength, the weaker the treasure's blessing to oneself.

He can kill everything with just one knife.

"I need people, more people, stronger people," the white-haired man said seriously.

"You...what do you want to do?" Taoist Shiyan seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"Resurrection of the Empress."

The white-haired man spoke word by word, and as he spoke, a faint sound of thunder could be heard in the sky.

Thunder seems to represent the wrath of heaven.

Don't worry, this is the imperial tomb, this is the map of mountains and rivers.

Not even in the Nine Realms.

But the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms still seems to be able to see through this place.
Chapter completed!