The clay figurines in the Hundred-World Hall possessed some of the technology of the Linghuang during his lifetime and were a microcosm of a civilization in an era.

Faced with this situation, Peng Yu and Zhuan Yun fled in a deserted state.

Fortunately, the clay figurines were inconvenient to move, and the two of them were not pursued after they escaped from the Hall of Fragrances.

As soon as they stood firm, they saw a general figure running wildly in front of them. The clay figure was passing through a host of mechanisms and rushing towards the other end of the corridor.

"Your Highness, I remember one thing."

"Shut up." Peng Yu sweated coldly, and he thought of it too.

Treating death as life is a custom of a tomb. After death, the tomb owner will continue to enjoy the treatment of his life. The burial objects in the tomb will be created according to his death.

This is even more true for the Divine Emperors. They used clay figurines and paper men to make all kinds of subjects, and continued to enjoy the emperor's life in the underground palace after their death.

Since Emperor Ling could make clay figurines from all walks of life, what about the civil servants and military generals during his lifetime?

In tomb customs, the specifications of the figurines of ministers are much higher than those of musical craftsmen and craftsmen!

And those clay figurines of hundreds of arts can exert their magical powers, so what about the serious general figurines in front of them? Not to mention the war horse under his crotch, which is also a member of the Tianma?

Furthermore, the clay figurines in the Hall of Hundred Things are only the size of a thumb, but the clay figurines in front of you are so tall!

"Retreat quickly!"

The two looked at each other and ran to the other end without thinking.

Fortunately, there is also space replacement in the Atrium Underground Palace. Before the generals are about to catch up, the two jump into another space area.

In the darkness, the two of them took pills to rest.

"If I read it correctly, that military figure should be the Marquis of Liyang in the past, right?" Peng Yu: "He can be said to be the confidant of King Gaoyang. Why are you so afraid of him?"

"He is a confidant trained by his ancestors. Isn't he also a subject of the Spirit Emperor? His Majesty the Spirit Emperor is willing to leave his clay figurines. Do you think he will let me go alone?"

During his lifetime, Emperor Ling made clay figurines for his civil and military officials, hoping that everyone would accompany him all the time after his death. Several important officials who were closer to him were buried with the imperial tomb after his death and established their own Yin Realm by the Ling Emperor Palace.

Peng Yu and Zhuan Yun looked at each other and thought of one thing at the same time.

If the Spirit Emperor creates clay figurines for all his ministers, then where are the clay figurines of Gaoyang King?

Boom-Boom-Boom-

The area was moving again, and the two of them held the wall and waited carefully for the space to be teleported.

The dead end in front has been opened, revealing a wide hall.

Peng Yu and the others walked over, and countless torches suddenly lit up in the dark hall, reflecting the figurine of the civil servant in the center.

Zhuanyun's pupils contracted. When he saw the figurine of the civil servant, he immediately grabbed Peng Yu and ran wildly.

Peng Yu threw out countless talismans from the ring, and the Huntian Gangqi directly wrapped the two of them.

They knew this figurine of civil servants, who was the great saint of Confucianism and the celestial master under the throne of the Spirit Emperor in the past - Wei Shaojun.

In other words, this man had the fifth realm during his lifetime.

No, not only during his lifetime, this clay figurine felt about Peng Yu and the other two, but also a great saint!

"Is the clay figurine of Linghuang so powerful? Can it actually replicate the clay figurine of the Martial Saint-level?" Zhuan Yun was frightened and was about to step out of the hall.

Suddenly, a clay sculpture with expressionless face appeared in front of me.

The tip of the nose is only one chestnut rice away from the mud figurine, and Zhuanyun can even feel the cold and dead aura.

He quickly retreated, and the mighty purple aura blasted towards Shaojun Wei.

The civil servant clay figurine stretched out his right hand, and at some point, a golden pen appeared in his hand and slowly pointed it out.

Countless words flow on the tip of the pen, and the righteous spirit forms poems and lying on the mist and purple air.

Bang—

Zhuanyun was smashed away by Haoran's righteousness and hit the deepest wall in the hall in one breath.

puff……

He spitted blood and fell from the wall.

He quickly took out a purple bead from his arms and threw it into his mouth.

However, the civil servant figurine was faster, and another white light flew over, and Peng Yu also flew from a distance, knocking Zhuanyun's Purple Cloud Immortal Bead open.

"you--"

Without caring about scolding, Zhuanyun quickly went to pick it up.

This is his great holy spirit object. As long as he swallows the immortal beads, he can temporarily exert some Hongmeng power to simulate Hongmeng Immortal Lord.

But the civil servant figurine was very sensitive. He pointed the tip of the pen and swept away the fairy beads and wrote the word "Feng" on it.

Not only that, he also used his other hand to forcefully take away the secret treasure of magical powers that Peng Yu took out.

"Is this guy so rich in combat experience? Is this a clay figurine at all?" The innate mist and purple aura around Zhuanyun sucked and spitted, and millions of talisman lights formed various immortal techniques.

As soon as the tip of the civil servant clay figurine turned, Zhuanyun's immortal arts disappeared in an instant.

"It's distraction." Peng Yu's eyes twitched: "These minister figurines are definitely entrusted with the souls of those people. This should be Wei Shaojun's distraction to control it."

Thinking of this, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Wei Shaojun, Gu is from Queen Ling, and is the direct descendant of Kunwu. Do you want to hurt Gu?"

Wei Shaojun's eyes flashed and he stopped attacking.

Dongdong-dong-dong-

The drum sounded, and his eyes turned blood red, making his move even more ruthless.

But soon, he recovered and shook Haoran's righteousness and sent the two out of the hall.

Before the two of them could take a breath, the rapid drum sounded again, and the clay figurine of Wei Shaojun came out again. At this moment, he was filled with demonic energy.

"Feng." With one finger on the tip of the pen, the two of them were attracted and gradually flew towards the tip of the pen, and their bodies became smaller and smaller.

In the end, the two were easily captured by the figurines like two ants on the tip of a pen.

The two stood on the tip of the pen, as if they were on the top of another mountain.

"Is this a mountain and river pen inherited by the Confucian school? Did the Spirit Emperor bring this thing to the clay figurine?" Zhuan Yun said ugly: "Shoujun Wei's tomb?"

Although Wei Shaojun’s tomb is outside the Linghuang Palace, this pen is not the turn of the clay figurine?

Peng Yu looked at this world. This was the Qiankun Daotian that was brought to the magic pen. The fairy spirit contained in it made him feel familiar: "This brush is not an authentic one, but a copy made by Emperor Gaozu? But this copy is probably not inferior to the authentic one? It is a top-level fairy treasure."

He tried to teleport the space, but this space could not jump out at all.

Then, he saw two huge pillars appearing in the sky and slowly grabbed the two of them.

That was the finger of the clay figurine, and he pinched the two of them off the tip of the pen.

The face was a little confused, but he still wanted to kill the two of them.

At this moment, the first generation of Liyang Hou appeared on a war horse and waved his sword to slash Wei Shaojun's finger.

Wei Shaojun made a quick decision, gave up on the two of them, and activated Haoran's righteousness to smash the head of Tianma.

The horse was crying woefully, and the Marquis of Liyang on his back flew directly.

The Divine Marquis activated the qi and swept up Peng Yu and the others and ran away.

The sound of drums gradually faded, and Wei Shaojun regained his mind. He looked at the direction where the Liyang Hou escaped, but did not chase him. He silently returned to the hall and turned into mud figurines again.

...

Peng Yu and the other two regained their figures and came to a safe territory with the Marquis of Liyang.

The two looked at each other and hurriedly thanked the Marquis of Liyang. In their hearts, the two of them wondered: It seems that these clay figurines are all sensible. So he chased us just now, without any malice?

"You should keep my mind away." Liyang Hou Clay Fiction spoke slowly: "My cultivation is weaker than Senior Brother Wei. If the magic drum sounds, I can't resist."

Peng Yu: "So, is Wei Tianshi controlled by that drum?"

"It's not just him. Even the Spirit Palace was stained by the drum demon." The Marquis of Liyang said seriously: "You guys trespassed into the underground palace and should have killed you. But now the Spirit Palace is in danger, and I need your help."

Peng Yu was about to speak, Zhuanyun quickly stopped him and pulled him behind him, and asked in a deep voice: "Senior, are you really the first Marquis of Liyang?"

"No. The real Marquis of Liyang was buried in the ancestral tomb of the Sun family. The spirit god had already slept. In front of you, I was just a clay figurine created by His Majesty. Therefore, I can't beat Senior Brother Wei. After all, the spirit god is next door and has already refined the clay figurine into an incarnation."

Zhuanyun narrowed his eyes: "So, what do you need us to help?"
Chapter completed!