"Who? Do you recognize her?" The confusion in Nangong Yun's eyes deepened. This dead soldier actually looked familiar.
Long Qingyue took a deep breath, gradually recovered from the shock, and said lightly: "She is Wu Jiaojiao."
Nangong Yun's eyes were incredibly wide, "She, isn't she dead long ago? Why is she here?"
The white and black flames shot onto the bodies of the dead soldiers, and suddenly they were like sparks of fire blowing across the dry wasteland, quickly burning up.
The entire corridor echoed with the painful cries of the dead soldiers, accompanied by waves of stench, but it was burned to ashes in a matter of seconds.
The Nine Nether Fires can burn everything in the world.
Nangong Yun's face turned pale and he closed his eyes slightly, "Who was so vicious as to make her into a dead soldier?"
Although he no longer likes Wu Jiaojiao, he still has to avenge her revenge for her.
Qin Lieyan's eyes were dark and gleaming, "On the Tianyuan Continent, there are not many people who can use evil techniques. Except for the Nether Sect and the Luofu Sect, I am afraid that no one else has this strength."
Nangong Yun's eyelids twitched, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "Netherworld Sect, Luofu Sect?"
These are the top sects on the mainland. Not only are they strong, but their financial resources are comparable to those of several Qinglong Kingdoms. They have thousands of years of heritage and are full of masters. How can he be their opponent?
Furthermore, why would such a large sect focus on his family’s imperial mausoleum? Is there any secret in the imperial mausoleum that he doesn’t know?
The underground imperial tombs are no better than those above, and there are many dangers here.
Since there was no map, the three of them had no choice but to follow their instincts. They often made mistakes and triggered traps. Fortunately, the three of them were agile and had good skills, so none of them suffered any injuries.
After passing through several auxiliary stone chambers, they were all empty. There was no one, and there was no shadow of Shen Ce. It seemed that he should be in the main tomb chamber.
Looking at the black corridor in front of him, Long Qingyue picked up a stone and threw it. After seeing that there was no movement, he walked forward. After taking only three steps forward, the stone slabs under his feet seemed to move, and then the space in front of him was scraped.
A blade of wind shot out, and before it even reached the eyes, one could already feel the strong and frightening aura.
He shrunk his steps and immediately stepped back, and calm returned to his eyes.
As he took another step forward, the sound of whimpering suddenly sounded all around again, and wind blades swept towards him.
When Long Qingyue stepped back again, a strange calm returned to his eyes.
Long Qingyue frowned lightly, and Qin Lieyan stepped forward, "I have some research on the mechanism, let me do it."
He took two steps forward and jumped directly to the fifth stone slab. The corridor was silent and nothing happened, which meant that he was taking the right step. Qin Lieyan jumped seven steps forward and returned to three steps.
Step forward, continue to take five steps forward and one step back, then jump three steps forward, and you have reached the other end of the corridor.
Long Qingyue was overjoyed and followed Qin Lieyan's steps. When she jumped in the middle, the stone slab under her feet suddenly loosened. The other end was raised high, and a cold crossbow arrow shot straight towards her throat, sharp and sharp.
The cold breath came to you in the blink of an eye.
Long Qingyue's expression changed, her body instinctively retreated, and the arrow grazed her hair. Just when Long Qingyue inadvertently took two steps back, other mechanisms were triggered again, and the stone walls on both sides actually started to move.
