The atmosphere of the underworld is extremely abundant in the Moon Banquet Picture. An Qingli walks comfortably in it, but there are still two white bones trembling in the corner.
The golden light of transformation has faded away.
The two white bones looked at the beautiful woman walking toward them, and were shocked. They still couldn't figure out why the ghostly aura that made living people change their expressions had no impact on the living person in front of them.
"Why don't you go to reincarnation?" An Qingli asked nicely, as if he had gone back to the time when he had saved those resentful souls.
Seeing that there were no other bones beside the two bones, he said quietly: "I... we are not from the Qi family, but... we are spies who grew up in the Qi family."
"Spy?" An Qingli understood clearly and was an undercover agent who went deep into the enemy camp.
When it comes to being an undercover agent, it's hard to tell what's right or wrong, it's just that the positions are different.
"The two of us are also doing this for Ji Yue Kingdom!" The two of them looked at each other, and then boldly raised their hands to An Qingli and asked, "I dare to ask this little friend An, how is Ji Yue Kingdom doing now? How can I survive in this ten thousand times?"
Do you have a place in the country?"
An Qingli shook his head regretfully.
Their white bones trembled, their Jiyue Kingdom was destroyed, and they didn't even have a chance to make a comeback.
A carefully planned plan has come to nothing, and the place of burial is unknown. Everything has come to nothing, and the two bones are about to scatter.
But An Qingli suddenly said: "Wait a minute. Since you are spies, are you familiar with the tomb of the First Emperor?"
Liangju Baigu said: "I know that much, but it's not too much."
An Qingli said: "Then just say it, I will listen."
So with both bones in mind, they told An Qingli as much detail as possible about what they had learned over the past 50,000 years.
Talking about the First Emperor's violence, slaughtering cities indiscriminately, and not giving other small countries a way to survive.
He also talked about the luxury of the First Emperor's tomb, digging up other emperors' burials with real dragons as pillars.
It is also said that the eight corridors are full of dangers, and one of them is a path of death, which is difficult for even immortals to pass.
After listening to these two bones' words, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space, passed through a layer of barrier, and left this dark corridor.
A white bone was sacrificed out of the Mustard Seed Space to lead the way.
Return to the empty palace hall again.
"Hey, we've been robbed!" The white bones floating outside suddenly exclaimed in excitement and relief.
But when I think of An Qingli, I know who the thief is.
It has been 50,000 years, and the fate of the country has been exhausted. It is a deserved punishment.
An Qingli looked at the seven unexplored corridors in front of him and said to the bones: "Let's talk more specifically about how powerful the other seven corridors are."
The white bones floated to a corridor on the far left and said angrily: "In this corridor, the one who should be suppressed is the leader of Jiyue Kingdom. When our Jiyue Kingdom was defeated, our leader swore a heavy oath to the Moon God that he would surely be suppressed in the next life.
He killed the butcher of Zhou Shihuang with his own hands. The butcher was so afraid that he exhumed the body of our king and suppressed him, so that the king would never be reincarnated."
An Qingli asked about the white bones in the mustard space, and what they said was consistent.
After verifying what they said, An Qingli asked again: "What kind of evil thing is there in this corridor?"
The two bones shook their heads, not knowing that they could only explore so much during their lives. As for the 50,000 years after their death, they have been trapped in the corridor barrier. Who knows what kind of ghosts and ghosts will be raised in this gloomy tomb.
Fifty thousand years will not be enough to breed any monsters or monsters.
Even when they first saw the black fire, they thought it was some kind of ghost created by themselves in the tomb.
After writing down what Liang Ju Sake said, An Qingli led Li Sake outside to learn about the remaining corridors one by one.
After getting a general understanding, An Qingli asked the white-bone man again: "Why can't I see the coffin of the First Emperor in all eight corridors?"
Bones said bitterly: "That butcher is cunning and has many enemies. It would be unreasonable to build a big tomb in the sky. He may not be buried here."
"Such a big deal just to build an empty tomb?" An Qingli was doubtful.
Bai Gu said bitterly: "In order to prevent the corpse from being stolen, why can't we do it? Moreover, when we entered this place for burial, the butcher was still alive, and we don't know what happened after his death. Maybe the things buried with him in this corridor
, it’s not necessarily a change.”
An Qingli nodded briefly, collected the bones and entered the moon feast for the time being.
The little Pegasus saw the luck on An Qing's fence and decided to continue from the first corridor on the left.
According to what Liangju Baigu said, the person suppressing this tunnel was the leader of Jiyue Kingdom.
Moreover, the leader of Jiyue Kingdom was a woman and the most beautiful woman at that time. One day before the fall of the country, she took the initiative to sacrifice her life to the Moon God and implemented a curse on Zhou Shihuang.
Not only did he curse the next life and kill Zhou Shihuang with his own hands, but he also cursed the Zhou family's successive kings to never ascend and die a bad fate.
Now it seems that half of the curse against the Zhou family has come true.
And according to what the two bones said, places of severe suppression usually have an evil aura, cursing any living creature that intrudes without permission.
Even if An Qingli relies on the Mustard Seed Space to enter, he may not be affected by the power of the curse.
So this time, An Qingli no longer manipulated the Mustard Seed Space to enter, but used a high-level explosion talisman to directly break the barrier violently.
"boom!"
The deafening explosion instantly filled the entire tomb.
The billowing smoke of gunpowder rises violently along with the light of the fire.
Even the green brick floor beneath my feet was trembling and cracking.
An Qingli was so arrogant that a stack of high-level talismans was almost meaningless, and then another stack followed.
One stack after another, the barrier was crumbling, and finally cracks appeared.
An Qingli continued his efforts and threw another stack of talismans, blowing up the corridor at one end of the barrier.
Bingfeng looked in through the thick smoke, and found that there were indeed strange talismans and seals engraved in the corridor.
The strange talisman made people feel uncomfortable just looking at it. It was extremely evil. This was the talisman that made Bingfeng the most uncomfortable.
Two wooden puppets came out of the Mustard Seed Space, carrying a large number of high-level explosion talismans across their shoulders, and blasted wildly at the evil corridor.
There were constant explosions, and thick smoke filled the entire corridor, and continued to pour out from inside the corridor.
It doesn't matter whether it's a treasure or not.
It would be best if no interested people learn this evil suppression technique.
As for the possible evil creatures in this corridor, but they didn't show up under such indiscriminate bombardment, it can only be said that he has good conduct and temperament.
An Qingli has been guarding the exit of the corridor, ready to go. Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi are also ready to go.
Feng Mar was in a magic weapon-level space magic weapon, holding a pieced-together human skeleton with her eyes fixed on it to prevent any powerful soul from escaping from the corridor.
Thick smoke billows.
Sure enough, a high-level soul body suddenly appeared from the thick smoke.
"Immortal!" Feng Yan screamed, and the scream quickly reached An Qingli's ears through the jade slip.
With a thought in An Qingli's mind, he immediately put Feng Mar's space magic weapon into the Mustard Seed Space.