The abyss seemed to be connected to hell. Zhang Yuanqing fell for two full minutes and still did not hit the bottom.
The further you go down, the heavier the chill and the more obvious the power of the seal. Fortunately, the divine power of the sun is transcendent and circulates within the body, bringing warmth, dispelling the cold, and slowing down the speed of the seal.
Finally, Zhang Yuanqing landed with a "clack" and his soles stepped on the hard ice.
There was no light at the bottom of the abyss, but Night Walker's night vision allowed him to see the surrounding scene clearly.
There was a thick layer of ice under his feet, and there was a cave in front of him. The walls, top, and ground of the cave were also covered with thick ice, like hawthorns wrapped in sugar.
The sound of breathing in my ears became clearer.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian landed lightly on the ground, wearing a dark red coat.
"It's so cold. My whole body is freezing." He put his hands in his sleeves and shivered, enjoying the heat from the coat. Then he looked at Zhang Yuanqing, who had a straight back next to him, and said sourly:
"He is still a good day traveler, with rough skin and thick flesh."
Zhang Yuanqing looked him up and down, "You still feel cold even though you're wearing a fire master's coat?"
"Most of the functions of the props have been sealed here... Well, this cold air should come from the Yongye profession, but isn't the Secret of the Five Elements a copy of our second area? Why does it have the power of the first area?" Xia Hou
Aotian stamped his feet and rubbed his hands.
"The people sealed in the abyss should have been to the second area in ancient times and obtained extremely high-level sealed magic weapons or materials from there." Zhang Yuanqing expressed his opinion.
The deep voice of the Qin Dynasty alchemist came from the black iron wrench, urging:
"This is not a place for small talk. Enter the cave quickly."
The old alchemist was very concerned about the whereabouts of the First Emperor. What grudges did he have with the First Emperor? Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, suppressed his inner excitement, and led Xiahou Aotian into the cave.
He was about to see Brother Bing.
The soles of his boots made a "squeaking" sound when he stepped on the solid ice. Xiahou Aotian lit a ball of Samadhi True Fire in his palm and observed his surroundings through the dim light of the fire.
The cave is very deep and empty inside. After walking slowly for fifty or sixty meters, we finally reached the end.
The first thing that attracted their attention was a black stone coffin displayed on the ice platform. The surface of the coffin was covered with thick ice.
Next is a figure sitting cross-legged next to the coffin. He is wearing camouflage military trousers and a white vest, with bulging muscles. He has ordinary facial features, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a slightly square face. Combined with his clothes and muscles, he gives people a kind of
The feeling of a rough and savage man.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt as if his throat was choked by something, and his eyes were uncontrollably moist.
Xiahou Aotian looked away from the coffin, looked at the figure sitting cross-legged, and said in surprise:
"Why is there someone here who matched with a copy of Secret of the Five Elements? He looks like a bewitching demon or a fire master."
After saying that, he saw that Yuanshi Tianzun was as motionless as a clay statue, so he walked up and looked at him.
Zhang Yuanqing's expression made Xiahou Aotian stunned. He realized something and said in shock: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know." Zhang Yuanqing denied in a cold tone.
Having said that, he ignored the coffin and walked straight to the ice sculpture, staring at it without saying a word and remaining silent.
The ice sculpture sits silently, with no temperature, no breath, and no soul fluctuations.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at it for a long time, finally withdrew his gaze, looked at the heavy coffin, and said:
"I'm ready to take out the bad guy card now."
He said this to the old man with the ring.
The alchemist of the Qin Dynasty was silent for a few seconds and then responded: "Okay."
Xia Hou Aotian urged: "Hurry up, the fire is getting smaller and smaller. I feel like I am walking on the Arctic ice sheet without any clothes."
His face had begun to turn blue and white.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out the waist badge that he had just put away.
As soon as the waist tag left the inventory, the ice-sealed coffin produced a suction force and sucked the waist tag in.
The moment the colorful copper waist medal touched the coffin, it turned into pure energy and was transmitted inside through the ice shell.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing and Xiahou Aotian instinctively became vigilant, guarding against the worst-case scenario.
As the five-color energy entered the coffin, Zhang Yuanqing sensed that a weak mental wave was generated out of thin air in the coffin. To be more precise, it was a revival.
The weak mental fluctuations did not explode as expected, but remained at a "drowsy" and "not sleeping" intensity.
After a while, a tiny mental wave came from the coffin:
"Who brought my belt?"
Neither Xiahou Aotian nor the Qin Dynasty alchemist in the ring spoke.
After saying that, he clearly felt the spiritual power in the coffin overflowing and "scanning" on himself.
"What year and month is it now?" The mental fluctuations in the coffin suddenly became violent.
"In January 2023, 1,400 years have passed since your dynasty." Zhang Yuanqing did not despise the other party because of his weakness.
Because the existence in the coffin only awakened an idea.
"2023, 2023..." the thoughts in the coffin muttered to themselves.
He seemed to be very concerned about time? Zhang Yuanqing was keenly aware that something was wrong. In the minds of such people, time flies by, and it is ordinary.
Not to mention the vicissitudes of life outside, even if the world is destroyed, I'm afraid I won't be too surprised.
The thoughts in the coffin convey the idea of "uplifting":
"I survived until the new era arrived. I finally defeated time and woke up in an era where I can live forever... Unfortunately, I can't get out now."
He talked to himself for a moment, calmed down his emotions, and his mental fluctuations turned into calm:
"Boy, if you can get my belt, it means you are destined. If you are here for magic weapons or other treasures, you can leave. I can't give you anything."
No matter how Zhang Yuanqing spoke, Xiahou Aotian's fingers were filled with excitement and eagerness:
"Are you...are you the First Emperor?"
The thoughts in the coffin replied:
"The First Emperor? Oh, I'm not him."
"You're not him? You're not him!" The alchemist of the Qin Dynasty murmured to himself, with a tone that was both happy and regretful, relieved and unwilling. It was very complicated.
Seeing that the Qin Dynasty alchemist was immersed in his own emotions, Zhang Yuanqing took the initiative to ask:
"Are you a bad handsome man from the Tang Dynasty? A bad handsome man from the Empress' period?"
"yes."
"How did you comprehend the secret of the Five Elements?" Zhang Yuanqing got straight to the point.
The mind in the coffin responded calmly: "No comment."
Where is the destined person? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart and asked instead:
"Then do you know the whereabouts of the First Emperor? Or any news?"
Regarding this question, the mind in the coffin only replied: "The First Emperor was the first person in history to understand the power of the Five Elements. As for his whereabouts, I don't know."
This is strange!
According to the information in the "Five Elements Rebellion" dungeon, the way the power of the Five Elements is inherited is by "seizing the body." Unless the bad commander understands the secret of the Five Elements on his own, otherwise, he will definitely be taken away.
It's not quite accurate to say this. It should be: the bad handsome man was just his identity in the Tang Dynasty, and he must have been there before.
If the bad commander is not the First Emperor, then where is the First Emperor?
Could it be that the essence of the Five Elements of the First Emperor is buried somewhere in the spiritual realm and has not been obtained by anyone?
But it's impossible. According to the alchemists of the Qin Dynasty, the First Emperor was a human immortal, and the bad handsome man was also a human immortal. Human immortals meant having administrator rights.
A complete administrator authority may be able to separate three or four early-stage demigods, but it is impossible to separate three or four mid-term demigods.
Maximum two.
When there are five alliance leaders in the present world, the administrator authority in the spiritual realm should only be the First Emperor's.
Unless the bad commander is the First Emperor, but he doesn't want to admit it.
At this time, the alchemist of Qin Dynasty sighed:
"You are indeed not His Majesty. If you were truly His Majesty, you would not deny it. The First Emperor was a man of great talent and strategy, but he was also arrogant and disdainful of lying."
Ah? He's really not the First Emperor? Old guy, are you too arbitrary? Zhang Yuanqing didn't believe it, but he trusted the alchemists of the Qin Dynasty.
This time I brought Xiahou Aotian in because of the idea that "having an old man in the family is like having a treasure".
I'm worried that if I really meet a bad handsome man and the current situation happens, I won't be able to tell whether what the other person says is true or false.
The advantages of having an old antique by your side outweigh the disadvantages.
He didn't worry too much about whether the bad handsome man was the First Emperor or not, and asked:
"Why are you sealed here?"
"I just said that in order to overcome time and live forever." The thoughts in the coffin were suddenly filled with vicissitudes of life. "Since ancient times, princes, generals, ministers, traffickers and soldiers have all been able to escape death. No matter how talented and powerful you are, you will be turned into loess. Heroes from ancient times."
Everyone is chasing immortality, and I am no exception. When I was at my peak, I traveled overseas and obtained a treasure that could prolong life from a group of aliens. I brought him back to the Middle Earth, ordered the craftsmen to polish it into this coffin, and sealed it underground.
, until today.”
The thoughts in the coffin spoke eloquently:
"Self-proclaimed can't completely stop the passage of time, but I am a human immortal and have a long life, so I can race against time. Even if I am a human immortal or below, even if I declare myself here, I will turn into an ice corpse within three hundred years."
When Xia Hou Aotian heard this, he instinctively asked: "This method is not difficult, why are you the only one who chooses to go overseas? Are the immortals throughout the ages all with elm-headed heads?"
The thought in the coffin seemed to have not spoken to anyone for many years. It was rare to have anyone to chat with, so he answered quickly:
"Because I got the oracle from God Haotian and the way to live forever."
God Haotian, God Haotian again! Zhang Yuanqing's eyes narrowed slightly. After the First Emperor created the set of sacrifices to the heavens, he consecrated Zen to worship the heavens in Mount Tai. As a result, he received the oracle from God Haotian and learned the secret of immortality.
Xiahou Aotian said bluntly: "What the hell is God Haotian?"
"Shut up!" the Qin Dynasty alchemist scolded him coldly.
Zhang Yuanqing shook his head at Xiahou Aotian and signaled him to stop talking nonsense. He thought about it and asked:
"Senior, how do you communicate with God Haotian?"
The thought in the coffin said: "Just use the heaven-sacrifice suit left by the First Emperor."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he was filled with excitement and joy. There was still a crown missing from the Heaven Sacrifice Set, but he didn't know where it was.
There are so many copies and the coordinates are so complicated that it would be time-consuming and labor-intensive for my uncle to find them. It would be even more impossible if he waited for the spirit realm to actively allocate them.
He immediately asked excitedly:
"Senior, do you know where the crown of the Heaven Sacrifice Suit is?"
The bad guy may not know the whereabouts of the crown, but since it has been used before, it can give some valuable clues.
"I have been sleeping for 1,400 years, how do I know the whereabouts of my crown now?" the thought in the coffin said:
"In my time, the White Emperor's Crown was the treasure of the Sword Cultivator Sect Shushan. I borrowed this magic weapon from Shushan to put together the Heaven Sacrifice Set, and then I obtained the Haotian Oracle."
"Shu Mountain?" When Zhang Yuanqing first heard about this sect, he felt it sounded familiar.
As soon as I thought about it, I remembered.
Among the gang copy information of the White Tiger Soldiers given to him by Fu Qingyang, there was a gang named "Shushan Nanyuan".
At this time, the thoughts in the coffin began to weaken, and the bad handsome man seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.
Based on the idea of gathering as much wool as possible, Zhang Yuanqing asked:
"Senior, who is God Haotian? He told you the way to live forever, but did he tell you the way to get out of trouble?"
"Boy, if you want to know who God Haotian is, just collect the Heaven Sacrifice Suit yourself. As for how I can get out of trouble, I need time... I need the Lord of the Sun to be born and melt the ice..."
The sounds in the coffin gradually weakened until they disappeared.
Xiahou Aotian shouted several times, but when he saw that the bad handsome man had no response, he quickly said:
"I can't hold it anymore, let's go up."
His eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost, his lips were blue and purple, his face was as white as snow, and his dark red coat was frozen to the bone.
"You go up first." Zhang Yuanqing did not move and whispered: "Give me a few minutes."
Xiahou Aotian gritted his teeth: "You must come up within three minutes."
With the true fire of samadhi burning in his palms, he strode out of the cave.
When the dim firelight became farther and farther away and disappeared completely, Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Lei Yibing in darkness.
"Brother Bing, you are so dishonest. I play games and look at pornographic pictures every day. I live such a carefree life. The character cards you sent me have caused me so much harm."
"Don't tell me any information. I'm hiding here alone. It's really hard to find you."
"I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Guan Ya, and I have a girlfriend named Xiao Yuan. Also, Jiang Yuyi is not my aunt, but my child bride... We used to hide in bed and watch literature and art on MP4 every day.
Movies, I dream about my girlfriend, test the truth with practice, now I have three wives, you are nothing."
"The decisive battle between law and evil is coming soon. Regardless of whether I can become the Lord of the Sun, you still have hope to lift the seal and return to reality... I visited Aunt Zhou a few days ago and she felt like she was ten years older."
"It only took me less than a year to become the master, but it took you three years. I am more powerful. When you go out, I will be the one to protect you."
"To this day, I still don't know what happened in the battle where the Demon King died."
While chatting endlessly, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly discovered that something was wrong with Brother Bing's right hand. It had been stuck in his trouser pocket, while his left hand was naturally drooping.
