Yang Wuyue said arrogantly: "If you say you can't do it, you can't do it. The magnetic field of the compass can affect it, but the stars in the sky can't be faked. The dragon's movement on the road has its own truth, and the upright stars and peaks are the body of the dragon."
"Don't show off at this time!" Wuxie said anxiously.
Yang Wuyue was not in a hurry. "The ancients pursued the realm of unity between man and nature, not only the mountains and water, but also the sun, moon and stars. Since ancient times, people have often watched the sky and studied the changes in the stars to speculate on good and bad fortunes.
, when choosing a Feng Shui treasure land, the essence of astronomy will also be added.”
"The distance between heaven and earth is eighty-four thousand miles, and the distance between human heart and kidney is eight inches and four points. The metal, wood, water, fire, and earth of the human body correspond to the five stars in the sky. There are also twenty-eight stars corresponding to the mountains and rivers in the world. The stars have good and evil.
The land has good and bad luck. This place is bad but not good, but our initial judgment was correct. This is a chain link."
"This belongs to the category of changing the wind and changing the water. Nine winding loops lead towards the mountain. There must be connected loops under the nine windings, which is what you call the connection under the Dragon Seat."
"Old man, maybe what he said is right!" Monk Hua said: "This Wang Zanghai is so powerful, I'm afraid that when the fake is the real, the real is also the fake, and the real and the fake are intertwined."
"No, what on earth did they say? Do you understand Tianzhen?" The fat man stared at Wuxie in confusion.
"I understand, but this battle of wits that spanned a thousand years made me break out in a cold sweat. This Wang Zanghai is so scary." To put it simply, Wang Zanghai made it real, and the boss made a fake one.
There's a real shell on the outside.
When outsiders come, what they first see is real. Then they walk around like tangerine peel and discover that it is fake. In the end, like Yang Wuyue, they find that it is indeed real. But they can tell that there is a magnet underneath.
How many people think this is true? To put it simply, not everyone is Yang Wuyue.
But Wang Zanghai set up this shocking situation, whether it was true or not, it was really impossible to guard against it.
Fatty Wang thought for a while and said: "Whether it's true or not, we can't stay here for a long time, and our supplies won't last long! What should we do now?"
Chen Pi Asi looked at Yang Wuyue: "What do you think?"
"You're all here!" Yang Wuyue raised his head and glanced at the starry sky: "Heavenly officials give you blessings, and there are no taboos."
"Cang!" I don't know what method Yang Wuyue used, but the blood in his hand stabbed into the sky, and the entire ice wall began to crack.
As soon as the ice cave door opened, everyone couldn't help but gasp when they reached the end of the dome. The intricate underground palace hall below was vaguely visible, but there were various beams and wooden supports.
"Old man, this is not a small fight, how are we going to fight it!"
There are different ways to fight. If it is an earth cave with only one underground palace, then that's it. They can dig it out no matter how hard they dig. But they have no experience with this kind of imperial tomb.
"A group of worthless boys who never deviate from their sect." Chen Pi Asi said coldly: "What's more, there is a powerful enemy here, how can you get your turn!"
Yang Wuyue's eyes narrowed, and he opened his palm and spit out a drop of blood.
"Hiss!" The shrill screams made everyone's hair stand on end in the biting cold wind.
"Big-headed corpse! When and where was he?" Wuxie and others all exclaimed. It turned out that there was nothing on the beam, but now there was a black guy, and they saw it outside.
The huge shadows on the ice wall are almost identical.
The difference is that the huge shadow just now is a guy with a big head that is nearly two meters tall.
The corner of Yang Wuyue's mouth raised slightly: "A natural stone spirit cannot be made without endless years. However, corpses with condensed corpse energy are not uncommon!"
He had seen this kind of thing a lot in the world of Motianji and the Netherworld Palace. They were all condensed corpse energy and ghost energy, but they were not so common in this world.
"It's a good material for refining soul-binding chains!" Yang Wuyue jumped up and was already killing him. "Where to go!"
"Roar!" The big-headed corpse roared angrily, and with a wave of its arm, a dark claw shadow appeared.
"Cang!" Xue Cangqiong's sharp swords collided, and Yang Wuyue's energy exploded. In an instant, rocks pierced the sky, and he stepped on seven stars. His proud and domineering momentum burst out, turning into that unique move: "Kuixing Kick Fighting"
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The iron hooves stepped out of the cracks in the mountains and rivers. Kuixing kicked the Beidou. The shadow of his legs was like an axe. The kick passed by and broke the thick crossbar directly.
The big-headed corpse fetus clashed with him head-on, and a strange corpse aura swept over him.
"roar!"
"Heartless chop!" The screams of the sword continued, and the light of the sword flashed, destroying the dead. When the two of them met, the big-headed corpse had been hammered to pieces and fled.
"This is too strong, it fell down!"
"Stop inking, hurry up!" Wuxie urged, and the two younger brothers had already followed. The building of the mausoleum can already be seen below.
The tile roof is the outermost roof of the elevated hall. The cornices on the eaves are all facing phoenix and dragon heads. On both sides of the ridge are the owl kisses of the town house. The yellow tiles and red beams are very royal. It has the appearance of the Forbidden City.
We descended along the vault until we came to the entrance porch of the Spiritual Palace. On one side was a pitch-black cliff. When it was built, there was probably a corridor here, but it doesn't exist now.
Big Head Corpse Fetus and Yang Wuyue were fighting on the roof. If they were not careful, they would fall off the cliff.
On the left and right sides are a row of copper cauldrons covered with ice chips, filled with black unknown ancient ash.
On the other side is the gate of the Spiritual Hall. In front of the gate stands a stone tablet with no words. Behind the stone tablet is the white jade gate of the palace. The gate is very large, almost as tall as three people and two people wide.
The stone door is carved with many strange human-faced birds dancing in the clouds, whose names cannot be named. The brass door scroll above the door is a tiger's head. Under the ice dome, the traces are covered with frost debris.
"Bump!" The two tripods were kicked away by Yang Wuyue, and swords were flying one after another. However, the big-headed corpse was able to dodge at an unusually fast speed.
"Wuyue, slow down, don't tear this apart!" Wuxie said worriedly, but the two of them were really fighting.
Yang Wuyue pushed the large corpse into the gate with one kick. Although the main hall of the Spiritual Palace was frozen, it could not withstand this level of impact.
"Broken!" Yang Wuyue slashed with his sword, and the stone door was broken instantly, and a stream of black dust came out. Everyone was so frightened that they covered their mouths and noses, but they had prepared gas masks in advance and did not waste any time.
"This should be dust-proof paint. It has become scummy over time, so it's not a big problem!" Monk Hua explained.
"Where to go!" As Yang Wuyue waved his arms, he saw a Tai Chi figure spinning around, actually moving all this tragic black energy away.
"Tai Chi is boundless!"
"Whoa!" Yang Wuyue and the big-headed corpse rushed forward one after another.
"Follow up!"
Fatty Wang exclaimed: "What are we doing? Catching big rice dumplings?"
"Stop talking nonsense, there are not many opportunities to run after the rice dumplings!" Wuxie laughed.
In the main hall of the Spiritual Palace, there are usually giant cauldrons and everlasting candles used for sacrifices, as well as warm pavilions, treasure beds, thrones and shrines. Now there is no trace of these. It is dark when you enter.
They did see some slave lanterns, but they didn't dare to light them under this kind of ice dome. If they melted, they would rot and collapse, and they were looking for death. However, they also gradually lost traces of Yang Wuyue and Big Head Corpse Fetus.