After experiencing the tomb of King Yao, An Qingli was already determined to return to Bianlan Realm.
The golden power of merit sealed in the left arm is in urgent need of refining. In addition, in this imperial mausoleum, most of the large tombs that can be broken into have been broken through, but the big tombs that cannot be broken into are indeed extremely dangerous.
The tomb of King Yao is the best example. Before entering, Little Pegasus confirmed An Qing's luck in advance.
Mustard space travels through the ground.
Bingfeng opened her eyes to look, or looked down, when she suddenly let out an exclamation.
"What's wrong?" An Qingli asked in a deep voice.
The mythical ice phoenix doesn't have the temperament to be startled at first glance. What can make it scream out in surprise must be something strange or weird.
Bingfeng folded her wings, stood together with An Qingli, and said, "Qingli, go forward another three hundred feet and see for yourself."
Under a hundred feet of mud, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and cautiously moved forward three hundred feet.
A giant underground palace stands in front of you, extremely spectacular.
How to describe it?
It's like hollowing out the entire underground and then creating this majestic temple out of thin air.
Four huge tomb-suppressing beasts, like giant pillars holding up the sky, brazenly hold up the world.
The domed palace, with its golden bricks and tiles, covers an extremely large area and covers more than a thousand miles.
An Qingli was shocked and couldn't help but said: "What a generous move!"
Xiao Jintan was also shocked, as if the entire Luofeng City had been buried in the ground.
Originally, Xiao Jintan's Jintanpala body was tall and strong enough, but it was still not as big as a toe of the tomb beast in front of the big tomb.
"My dear!"
Little Pegasus listened to the description and sighed from the bottom of his heart. With such a large, complete and majestic tomb, no matter who stands in front of this temple, it will look incomparably small.
Bingfeng opened her eyes and searched around, excitedly confirming: "The Tomb of the First Emperor! This is the Tomb of the First Emperor of Zhou!"
"No wonder!" Xiao Jintan immediately took over, "Such a heavy resentment has persisted for so many years! I don't know how many slaves, palaces and concubines were buried with me!"
resentment?
The little Pegasus didn't see any resentment, only the luck on An Qing's fence sank a little.
Moreover, the closer the Mustard Seed Space is to the big tomb, the faster An Qingli's luck will decline.
"We can't go any further, Master!" The little Pegasus suddenly screamed in fear.
The Mustard Seed Space was still two hundred feet away from the big tomb, and it was not even close to the giant tomb-suppressing beast, but An Qing's luck suddenly dropped to black.
Black luck!
The sudden black luck!
Black luck represents bad luck and death is not far away.
This was the first time the little Pegasus was seen from the top of An Qing's fence, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.
An Qingli sensed that the little Pegasus was frightened and without any hesitation, he immediately controlled the mustard space to fly away.
Several little ones were frightened, fearing that a fairy-like evil spirit would be chased out of the tomb of the First Emperor.
Or, the ancient beast that guarded the tomb was resurrected and wiped out the mustard space together with the green fence of their home.
Mustard seeds speed through space.
The little Pegasus looked at An Qingli without blinking.
Fortunately, fortunately, we evacuated in time, and the owner's luck is improving little by little.
If it was a little later, I don't know if I was entangled by evil spirits or trapped in some powerful and boundless time and space formation.
For this imperial mausoleum that has existed for 50,000 years, one has to be fearful.
Mustard Seed Space went to a place with beautiful mountains and clear water and excellent feng shui. There were the sounds of wind, water, and the voices of people.
Finally a little bit of life.
Moreover, the sun is bright and steamy above the head, which is very different from the cold underground.
An Qingli controlled the Mustard Seed space, came to a man who looked like a leader, and entered his belly.
The man was wearing heavy armor, covered in dust, and had a leather whip full of bloody smell in his waist. He was wiping his sweat and soaking his feet by the stream, cursing the damn hot weather and the slaves.
I feel stupid and weak, as if I haven't eaten in days.
Not far from the stream, there is a large tomb that is being excavated.
Hundreds of thousands of slaves worked day and night with pickaxes to dig.
The sound of digging one after another, mixed with the sound of yelling and scolding, is endless and makes people upset.
This is the tomb of the old monarch who is under construction.
Because the old king ordered the construction to be accelerated, many slaves died of exhaustion or illness every day.
Xiao Jintan frowned. Under the bright sun, there was also lingering resentment here.
"It's terrible!"
Even though he had reached the ground and saw the sun, the little Pegasus was still immersed in the shock just now.
Black luck!
Three levels of luck from purple to black.
If it's a little later, the master may have to hand over his life there.
It is worthy of being the tomb of Zhou Shihuang. Even before you get close, it can already kill people.
If you get close, it is possible to never be reincarnated.
No wonder the tomb of the First Emperor of Zhou Dynasty is still well preserved after 50,000 years.
The little Pegasus' limbs and hooves were a little stiff, staring straight at An Qing's luck on the fence.
Thank God!
The little Pegasus was so excited that she wanted to cry. She had finally returned to her previous three levels of purple luck, and was not haunted by any curses or resentments.
An Qingli raised his hand and patted its horse's back, gave it a pill to mark its success, and then spoke to make it forget the nightmare just now.
"Master." The little Pegasus' legs were still a little straight, and he acted like a little Lingxi and fell down towards An Qingli. He fell on An Qingli's legs, raised his head, and asked pitifully and with lingering fear, "Where is the tomb of Zhou Shihuang?"
, are we still going?”
According to Little Pegasus, it's best not to go, never go.
That tomb has been preserved for 50,000 years.
In 50,000 years, many late Mahayana royal families have not broken in, so the owner of the family should not go in either.
An Qingli touched the soft and shiny white fur of the little Pegasus, kneaded its four legs, and said, "I won't go there for the time being."
"It's okay if I don't go!" the little Pegasus was happy, but automatically ignored the word "temporarily".
"Then what should we do next?" Little Lingxi also ran over, stretched out his two front hooves, and pressed the little Pegasus' legs.
The little Pegasus lay comfortably on An Qingli's legs and shook his white head. The gloom in his heart finally dissipated a lot.
An Qingli said: "Tell Shangshan and return to the sect."
"It's good to go back to the sect!" Little Pegasus cheered and agreed very much.
The rest of the unexplored places under this ground are too dangerous, it’s no exaggeration.
Thinking about the rampant robberies in the royal family, and those tombs that have not been broken into during the Mahayana period, it is indeed a troublesome job for the owner to break into them.
If it hadn't observed fortune in advance and judged in advance whether it could advance or not, and if it hadn't had the Mustard Seed Space as its strongest support, it would have been a fool's errand to just rely on a master in the Nascent Soul Stage and a Supreme Being in the Transformation Stage to enter the tomb and retrieve the treasure.
thing.
An Qingli went to the Golden House space and told Shangshan about the dangers of the tomb of Emperor Zhou Shihuang and her plan to return to the sect.
Since the two have become a Taoist couple and have adventures and experiences together, such a major decision should naturally be informed in advance, which can be regarded as a kind of respect for the Taoist couple.
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