Without notifying the sect in advance, Master Mu Sheng was promoted because he was notified, and most of them were stopped and basically couldn't leave.
The reason for notifying Shangshan in advance and preparing to return to the Tianyun Sect is because Shangshan has to agree even if he doesn't agree. Even if he doesn't agree, he can just throw it in the imperial mausoleum and let it fend for itself.
Shangshan was not too surprised to know that the couple was going back to the sect, but the underground was really thrilling and interesting, and there were still a lot of things that were still unfinished. However, when he thought about it, once he returned to the sect, he could tell the world about the couple.
I also happily agreed.
However, before leaving Wancheng Kingdom this time, Shangshan wanted to rescue Wuling first.
"Wogling? Is it still there?" An Qingli felt a little surprised.
Along the way, Shangshan didn't mention the fog spirit, and An Qingli didn't take the initiative to ask about it. He thought that the fog spirit in the Tribulation Realm had been dispersed and returned to heaven and earth.
The Supreme Being said: "I can still sense its existence, but I don't know where it is trapped."
An Qingli pondered: "Could it be that there is a secret method that can erase the memory of a spiritual body and then use it for one's own purposes?"
"The world is so vast that there are many wonders, let alone in our world of cultivation." Shangshan said with closed eyelashes, "The master-servant contract between me and it has not been erased. Perhaps it has been coerced by something and has to do things for others.
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"That's right." An Qingli couldn't help but said, thinking about Feng Mar who was working for Wancheng Kingdom, "After all, it is a spirit body in the Tribulation Realm. It would be a pity to erase it easily."
Now that he had decided to rescue Wuling as much as possible, An Qingli sacrificed Ruoshui Space out of Mustard Seed Space.
Two high-level space magic weapons were in the leader's belly at the same time, but the leader didn't notice at all.
The Supreme Being was in the Ruoshui space and summoned the mist spirit several times, but received no response from the mist spirit.
After Bingfeng confirmed that the surroundings were safe for the time being, Ruoshui Space moved out of the commander's belly.
If the water space goes into the stream, the supreme good will transform the water out of the water space, enter the water, and then carefully sense the location of the mist spirit.
It was also a coincidence.
Based on this reaction, the fog spirit was actually not too far away from him, and it was pointed directly at the tomb of the king who was under construction.
Knowing that the Wuling was nearby, even Xiao Jintan sighed: There is no such thing as a coincidence.
The Tomb of the Lord of the Kingdom occupies a very large area, with countless large and small tombs. A large array of some of the tombs has been set up, and even the tombs have been completely sealed. To find out which tomb the Wuling was imprisoned in, one has to go one by one.
search.
An Qingli retracted Shan Shan into the mustard space, and then followed the commander who was wiping his sweat and washing his feet by the stream, and returned to the tomb of the king who was under construction.
Xiao Jintan doesn't like this place very much, because the resentment is really strong.
The dust was flying, and thousands of emaciated slaves shouted in unison, and at the same time they pulled up a huge fallen tree to use it as a pillar.
However, even though thousands of people tried their best at the same time, the strength was still not enough. The giant tree was pulled halfway and rolled to the ground.
The ground trembled.
The poor people were so frightened that they scattered in all directions, but some people ran too slowly, and their legs and bodies were crushed by the huge trees that kept rolling down, and they lost their lives.
Xiaojin Tankou proclaimed the Buddha's name and couldn't bear it.
However, there are still quite a few commanders there, either gloating or cursing. These slaves, who are worse than untouchables, keep growing like weeds, live longer than fleas, and only a few die.
How to make room for those nobles?
There is never a shortage of untouchable slaves in Wancheng Kingdom.
"Wancheng Kingdom!"
Xiao Jintan's eyes were full of anger, he had really done too many evil things.
An Qingli frowned. In the Bianlan world, the boundary between the cultivation world and the secular world was clear. There were very few monks who enslaved ordinary people.
But in this Wancheng Kingdom, the monks regard enslaving ordinary people as a pleasure and as a matter of course, which is really abominable.
However, the immortality of the Wancheng Kingdom cannot change the situation of these ordinary people.
An Qingli took a deep breath, manipulated the mustard space, and went to the tomb of the king.
The tomb of the king is divided into nine floors, and each floor is filled with dense tombs.
The bottom three floors have been largely completed, and the tomb chambers on the upper six floors have been dug, but most of them have not been decorated much.
Such a big deal just to bury a dead man!
Xiao Jintan made a disgusted comment: "Human life is insignificant!"
It is indeed a waste of human life.
Things that monks can easily do with magic power have to be built piece by piece by ordinary people using blood and sweat.
The royal family of Wancheng Kingdom explained to the outside world that they used manpower to build it bit by bit to show their piety and reverence for God.
Moreover, slaves were born to serve the royal family, and it was a great honor for them to build mausoleums for the royal family.
Slaves feel that their lives are low, and they do not have the ability to control the wind and rain like the royal family, and they will not live as long as the royal family.
Therefore, those slaves were sincerely convinced, thinking that they were inferior to others, willing to shed blood and sweat for the royal family, and worship the gods in their hearts with all kinds of piety.
But how could the slaves there know that there are too many ordinary people in the Wancheng Kingdom, and they are far better at fertility than those monks with spiritual roots. If they do not actively control their numbers, the entire Wancheng Kingdom will be overcrowded.
Therefore, the old custom of using slaves to dig imperial tombs and burying slaves has been continued to this day.
Not only were a large number of slaves buried in the imperial mausoleum, but the same was true for nobles, clan members, and people with a slight status.
But the people who live numbly in it don’t know it.
The unfinished tomb of the king is filled with gloom and gloom.
Go down the mustard space and go to the bottom three floors.
The ground is slightly damp.
Bingfeng opened his Bingso Eye and searched the closed tomb chambers on each floor, one by one, through the air.
I hope the mist spirit doesn't stay hidden.
Separated by the large formation, the thick tomb chamber door, and the fact that the fog spirit was in a hidden state, Bing Po's eyes might not be able to see clearly.
I searched every floor and every closed tomb, but no trace of the fog spirit was found.
"I didn't see it." Bingfeng shook its blue neck and its beautiful crest.
In the Imperial Mausoleum of Wancheng Kingdom, it suffered many setbacks and became dissatisfied with its proud ice eyes.
Strength and weakness are all relative.
Its Ice Soul Eye still needs to continue to advance along with its cultivation level to become powerful.
However, it is extremely difficult to advance a divine beast, just like Shen Zhi Xiao Jin Tan.
An Qingli touched the phoenix head and comforted: "This is the tomb of the king after all. Some unimportant tombs can be easily seen through at a glance, but it is normal for those tombs where valuables are buried to be inaccessible."
The ice phoenix nodded angrily, flapped its wings and flew back to the phoenix nest.
The little Lingxi also turned on its Lingxi eyes and was watching. It couldn't see inside the tomb, but it could see the formations opened outside the tomb.
There are several formations that have reached the ninth level and should contain good things.
The little Pegasus looked at the restored luck on An Qing's head, flicked his bangs, and suggested happily: "Anyway, we have confirmed that the Wuling is here, why not rescue the Wuling and then pick it up again?"