The first thousand three hundred and sixty-six chapters of the big pattern
The whistling wind made my face hurt!
Chen Ping wanted to open his eyes curiously, but Huang Mazi grabbed his wrist: "Don't open your eyes..."
After hearing Huang Mazi's instructions, Chen Ping put aside his curiosity.
He didn't know how long it took before Chen Ping felt his feet fall to the ground, and the sound of wind in his ears disappeared.
"You can open your eyes..."
Huang Mazi said.
Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was instantly stunned.
I saw that the scenery in front of me changed drastically, with mountains, rivers, green trees, and it seemed like I was in another place!
"This...what the hell is this place?"
Chen Ping's face was full of surprise. He couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him was a mausoleum!
It is clearly a world and another world!
Huang Mazi did not answer Chen Ping, but quickly climbed up a hillside and looked around. At this moment, Huang Mazi also had a look of shock on his face.
Seeing that Huang Mazi was silent, Chen Ping asked again: "Is this the real person's tomb you mentioned?"
"The layout here is not small." Huang Mazi murmured to himself in shock.
"What kind of pattern is not small?" Chen Ping next to him was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Although Chen Ping also knew some skills in robbing tombs and finding caves, his skills were limited here.
It's still unclear what the pattern is here.
Moreover, it is impossible to associate such a scene with the mausoleum.
Huang Mazi smiled faintly, pointed with his hand and said, "Look here."
"There are many mountains here. It was clearly arranged deliberately by someone, with mountains as the source and water as the pattern!"
"The power of mountains and rivers are like horns to each other. There are only a few people who can do this."
"Removing mountains and reclaiming seas is such a huge undertaking that ordinary real people cannot do."
"It seems that the owner of this tomb must also be a metaphysics scholar, otherwise he would never be able to do this. It seems that this time he has met a colleague!"
Huang Mazi's eyes sparkled.
Chen Ping followed what Huang Mazi pointed out, and when he saw it, he felt a little shocked. This scene was not small. After Huang Mazi's guidance, Chen Ping saw some clues.
After a while, Huang Mazi suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that this landscape has been around for too long, and the power of heaven and earth has gradually faded."
"This will almost dissipate. Otherwise, with the power of this landscape, it won't be a problem to help you and me cultivate into real people."
But even as the power of heaven and earth here gradually dissipated, Chen Ping still felt the pure spiritual energy constantly drilling into his body.
"Let's go, let's find the tomb..."
Huang Mazi said something and started to walk forward.
Chen Ping followed closely behind Chen Ping. Such a shocking scene made Chen Ping both excited and scared.
If such a mausoleum can be laid out, how can it be that there are no mechanical beasts to protect the tomb?
So Chen Ping was unsure of what he would face next.
Facing this, Chen Ping realized how insignificant his current strength was.
Chen Ping followed Hu Mazi for half an hour. As he walked, Chen Ping was running the Heart Condensation Technique, absorbing the pure spiritual energy around him.
By this time, the two of them had gone quite deep into the mountain range, which was due to the fact that the power of the mountains and rivers had failed.
Otherwise, even if a person spends a year here, he will not be able to touch the southeast, northwest, and northwest.
Suddenly, Hu Mazi stopped and looked at the mountain peak in front of him: "It should be right ahead."
"Huh?" Chen Ping was stunned, and then looked at the mountain peak in front of him.
I saw a mountain peak in the distance, cut open in the middle, and cut into a square altar. In the forward direction, surrounded by mountains, the "altar" was quiet and terrifying.
