His eyes returned to the sword cultivator's clone. The clone stirred up his spiritual energy and gently blew out a gust of sinister wind.
In the ancient palace in front of them, some naturally hanging flags were blown by the cold wind and slowly unfolded on the flagpole.
The ancient fonts on the flag, after a long period of erosion, reveal the atmosphere of infinite vicissitudes.
With Jiang Li's current level of ancient writing, it is not difficult to identify the name on it. His country name is Shang, and his king's name is Zhou!
The owner of the palace here is the last loser in the Conferred God Tribulation.
He was an unlucky man who was plotted by many saints and jointly targeted.
It was the last human king who was led by the disciples of the Chan religion under Yuanshi Tianzun and incited the eight hundred princes of mankind to rebel, which ultimately led to their destruction!
He was also the most scolded emperor in the history of his previous life, King Zhou of Yin and Shang, Emperor Xin!
It turns out that the underground palace under Fengdu City belongs to him.
It’s no wonder that Fengdu Ghost Town has such a legend.
Jiang Li looked at this ancient building of unknown age through the clone's eyes, and the shock in his heart could not calm down for a long time.
The other monks who were with him were far less knowledgeable than him. They didn't know what the characters "Shang" and "Zhou" on those flags represented.
Their minds are not on the palace in front of them right now.
Fourteen of the monks who came in with Jiang Li stood close together without saying a word. They just exchanged glances and understood what everyone wanted to do.
They stepped forward in tacit understanding, surrounded Jiang Li's clone, and each of them pressed their hands on the paper talisman. It was obvious that the person who came here was evil.
"This fellow Taoist, you protected us from drinking in the dungeon. We are very grateful to you."
"But now that the crisis has not been resolved, there may be dangers ahead. It is really inconvenient for us not to have a magic weapon to defend ourselves."
"How about this, you return the magic weapon to us first, so that we can unite together and protect you, right?"
"When the time comes and we find better treasures in this palace, we will make up for it and give it to fellow Taoists. What do you think?"
They emphasized the word "protect" when they spoke, and their meaning was obvious. If they didn't do what they said, the life safety of the sword cultivator's clone could no longer be guaranteed.
The fourteen of them surrounded Jiang Li's clone with eager eyes. As soon as they left the dungeon, they planned to attack their savior.
Therefore, it is indeed not a good behavior to take advantage of others' danger. If you offend someone too harshly and wait for them to recover, you will easily suffer retaliation.
Even the old ghost who led the team, whose behavior was very unpopular in the past, now stood together with the same hatred and unanimously dealt with Jiang Li.
"Fellow Taoist, you'd better return your things to everyone. When we meet by chance, everyone takes a step back. I promise, they will never attack you."
He had already spoken out and was threatening Jiang Li.
Surrounded by more than a dozen monks of the same level, the sword cultivator's clone did not have its own flying sword in hand, so it was very weak and looked in danger.
But he himself was not panicked and didn't bother to argue with them.
Without him opening his mouth or joining them, the remaining seven monks who had taken the Nine Nether Earth Fruit sneaked around behind the fourteen people, forming a second layer of siege.
The spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly broke out, and they took the lead in launching the attack.
Human monks are a typical example of high attack and low defense. Suddenly being attacked from behind, those monks who focused all their attention on Jiang Li and did not pay attention to what was behind them suffered heavy losses.
Even that old ghost was no exception. He was stabbed directly from behind with a sword, which sent shockwaves through his heart.
We are all alchemy monks, and with the inner alchemy in our belly, death will certainly not be that easy. But as a result of severe injuries and the invasion of alien spiritual energy, there is no way we can escape.
"What are you doing? He just fed you a poisonous elixir, and if you don't want the antidote now, you actually help him!"
In just a moment, their ability to resist was shattered, and they lay helpless on the ground filled with thick dust.
The old ghost yelled at the seven monks who attacked him. He couldn't understand why these people were tricked by Jiang Li and why they had to count money to Jiang Li.
But in fact, they are all Jiang Li's "good friends".
The fourteen monks, including the old ghost, had their mouths covered with talisman paper, their hands and feet were tied up with special ropes, and all their weapons and magic weapons were collected. Like big rice dumplings, they were thrown to the left.
One right hand is held in hand.
"Take them with you, let's go in and have a look."
Seven "good friends", each carrying two prisoners, followed Jiang Li inside.
Jiang Li was still very interested in the palace of the last emperor.
If there had been no "King Wu's Defeat of Zhou", "the largest human race incident in history", perhaps the human race's life would have been much better than it is now.
Whether it is history or mythology, it is recorded that "King Wu defeated Zhou" was a just thing.
But why did Jiang Li call King Zhou Wu the largest human being in history?
In fact, if you get rid of subjective factors and use the simple values of an ordinary human being to objectively evaluate it.
The day when the banner of the Yin and Shang Dynasties was broken, and the Emperor Xin of the Zhou Dynasty burned himself on the star-catching platform, it was definitely the gloomiest day in the history of the human race.
Because after that day, there will only be an emperor in the world, and there will be no emperor.
The gods in heaven looked down on the human world from a high position and looked down upon it as nothing more than trivial things.
King Wu of Xiqi Zhou, with the support of the Immortals of Chanjiao and the sentient beings of Heaven, personally ended the era of the Human Emperor, and shamelessly called himself the Son of Heaven, the son of the Emperor of Heaven. He was just the second-fifth son of the human race.
I don’t know how the ancestors of the human race will greet him after he dies.
As for those smeared histories, what credibility does a history written by a usurper have?
In order to make his usurpation justifiable, a usurper will naturally spend his whole life learning to discredit his former monarch.
As for whether they did those things, how can future generations know?
For example, Emperor Sui Yang, who was also a tyrant, a coward, and a lustful king, was described in history as an old lustful man. In order to go down to the south of the Yangtze River and favor the beauties of Yangzhou, he built canals on a large scale, which wasted people and money.
But Jiang Li has a friend who can prove that how could an old Sepi person delay going to Jiangnan for several years just for the sake of a canal? This is simply unreasonable.
Jiang Li approached the palace. There were no guards or traps on the outside. It seemed that the core of the underground palace was far inferior to the Fengdu City above.
He pushed the palace door tentatively, and then the two doors opened slowly with a creak.
Not only are there no guards here, there aren't even locks on the door.
They first threw two prisoners in. The prisoners fell to the ground and rolled out for about twenty meters. Except for the smoke and dust all over the place, nothing unusual happened.
Jiang Li then walked into the palace door and looked around carefully, but he only saw two skeletons standing upright and holding spears behind the door.
He stepped forward and poked tentatively. Unexpectedly, the two skulls fell apart, and the two spears also fell down.
Jiang Li instinctively reached out to take it, wanting to see what material the spear was made of, and maybe it could be refined.
But with just such a grab, not only did he fail to hold the spear steady, but the spear, which seemed to have no trace of refining and was simply a mortal weapon, almost failed to bring him down.
The two spears hit the ground hard, smashing the unknown hard black stone into pieces.
His brows were twitching, and he couldn't believe how heavy this thing was.
The fact that he didn't catch it just now was indeed due to his inaccurate prediction of the weight, but even if the clone was not a physical practitioner, he was still a pill-forming monk at least. How could he not be able to grasp an ordinary spear?
The clone stepped forward again and grabbed the spear. He wanted to lift it, but found that he really couldn't pick up the spear with only physical strength. He could only do it with the blessing of spiritual energy.
But grabbing is grabbing, using is using, these are obviously two concepts. This situation subverted his cognition.
No wonder the Human Emperor at that time was equal to the Emperor of Heaven in terms of status. Even a small soldier guarding the gate could fight with such a weapon. Aren't those famous generals super fierce men who could suppress and beat up the disciples of Chan Cult?
If these two spears were refined so that they could be projected to attack enemies like flying swords, I believe they would be very terrifying.
It's a pity that the storage bag can't be used now. It's not convenient to carry these two gadgets around. He can only leave the spear where it is for the time being and take it away when he has the opportunity.
Continuing to move forward cautiously, there are ravines and ravines in this palace, and there are traces of tragic battles everywhere.
Entering the square, you can still see two special buildings, a vertical and tall all-metal pipe, with traces of flames burning inside, and several layers of brown dirt stuck to the surface.
The other is a square stone pit like a swimming pool, with a thick layer of floating ash at the bottom. Under the floating ash, the outlines of several human figures can be vaguely seen.
But they are also ordinary buildings. You may have lost their original power due to the erosion of time. Jiang Li did not find anything special among them.
Then came the Central Jade Hall, Dongqing Hall, Nanyan Hall, West White Hall, and Beixuan Hall. They carefully explored them one by one, but his caution was like casting a wink to a blind man. There was nothing in the entire underground palace.
Not found.
There are no traps, no treasures here, and besides the dead bones at the two doorways, there is actually no one guarding the place.
Apart from anything else, it must be true that King Zhou rebelled against his relatives and abandoned his relatives. The majestic palace of the emperor was so shabby that Jiang Li wanted to leave something behind to give him a prestige.
After being defeated and killed in battle, King Zhou was assigned the God of Heavenly Joy who was in charge of mortal marriages, but Yue Lao had already done those things, so there was no need for him.
This man moved his former palace to the underworld and built a capital city on it. Perhaps he wanted to be closer to the Empress Tomb outside the city.
But Di Xin, Di Xin, where did you hide all the treasures? No, you really just moved it to an empty palace.
Jiang Li couldn't help but become a little anxious. The vibrations in the dome above the underground palace had become more and more obvious. Large cracks had appeared in many places, and large boulders began to fall downwards.
The demolition capabilities of those large sects in the Eastern Region are extraordinary. Even if this underground palace is really buried thousands of feet underground, it cannot withstand their digging method.
The treasures in the underground palace must be found as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late when the big forces arrive.
Wait, Jiang Li paused and suddenly thought of something.
Zhongyu, Dongqing, Nanyan, Xibai, Beixuan?
I'm afraid there's something wrong with the names of these five halls.
He, King Zhou, was the Emperor of the People, and he could understand the construction of the four palaces in the southeast, northwest and northwest. But the central Jade Palace was full of hatred and deep hatred. What reason did he have to build such a palace?
Since ancient legends, the Heavenly Palace and even the Heavenly Emperor have always been divided into five groups: southeast, northwest and northwest.
Emperor of the East: Qing Emperor Taihao (Fuxi)
Western Emperor: Bai Di Shaohao
Emperor of the South: Emperor Yan Shennong
Emperor of the North: Emperor Xuan Zhuanxu (grandson of the Yellow Emperor)
And the Central Heavenly Emperor: Jade Emperor Haotian
Among them are except the Central Heavenly Emperor and the Jade Emperor.
The other four are all emperors of the past dynasties!
Although Taihao, the Eastern Heavenly Emperor Qingdi, was originally from the prehistoric demon clan and was not a human being. But everyone knows the name of Emperor Fuxi, and there is no doubt that he is also from the human camp.
And the Central Heavenly Emperor, the most famous and powerful one, is not very friendly with the human race.
This is because this Haotian is a prehistoric creature with unknown origins. He is very noble and does not look down on the human race at all.
In the ancient myths and legends of previous lives, the Jade Emperor, named Haotian, was once a serving boy under the Taoist ancestor Hongjun.
He can be regarded as the younger brother of the six saints from the East and the West.
Later, Taoist ancestor Hongjun combined his body with Taoism, and did not forget the boy who served him, so he casually arranged a "good" job for him, that is, the Jade Emperor in the Central Heavenly Court, who claimed to be in charge of everything in the three realms and six realms.
Most of the immortals in the Central Heaven, including the Jade Emperor, are innate spirits from the ancient times.
Naturally, he is not the same as the other Four Heavenly Emperors who were born in the human race.
He had previously wondered why Fengdu was described in the legend as being as expensive as heaven, where the Ghost Emperor sat and ruled over hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods. It was the legendary destination for the souls of the dead, but it had nothing to do with the heavenly system.
That's because the owner of Fengdu was also a human emperor. Although King Zhou was insultingly listed on the list of gods after his death, he did not need to be responsible to heaven for building another city in the underworld.
The problem now is that Emperor Xin, King of Zhou, was separated from his wife and family by the Heavenly Court and the Chan religion, and the line of human emperors was cut off. Why did he build a central palace here again?
Jiang Li led the people and ran back to the central Jade Palace. After thinking about it, he suddenly swung a sword light and shot it directly at the plaque on the Jade Palace.
There was a crisp sound, and the plaque was shattered into pieces by the sword light, and then a golden light flew out from it.
Jiang Li quickly flew forward and grabbed the golden light in his hand. The next moment, his whole body was wrapped in golden light and disappeared from the spot.
Just after Jiang Li disappeared, the dome of the underground palace was completely shattered, and several terrifying auras that could destroy an entire world poured into the underground palace.
He spread his consciousness to the palace below.
The seven good friends who were still in the palace had already passed through the bronze gate and returned to the Fengdu dungeon. After throwing the prisoners to the warden, they returned together carrying spears.
....
Over at the Nine-Tails Tomb, Jiang Li was staring blankly at the beautiful statue in front of him, as if he had completely lost his mind.
Starting from his feet, his body was petrifying bit by bit.
[Affected by the residue of Humei, Chunxiang Mengshi affects itself.]
[Chunxiang Stone Dream: All attributes are reduced by 80%, the body is stiff and petrified, the rational consciousness is weakened, and the foxy illusion invades, lasting 200 years] (-)
Jiang Li stood in front of the stone statue in Daji's tomb, and was completely pulled into the illusion by the charming aura without realizing it.
In his spiritual world, a pink nine-tailed little fox came into his mind.
The little fox ran towards the core of the sea of consciousness, turning everything he passed into a pink world.
In Jiang Li's spiritual world, the Black Clouds of Heavenly Tribulation, the Five Elements Sword Peak, the Blood-colored Beasts, and the Sea of Nine Nether Trees are all trying to resist the erosion of the little pink nine-tails.
But have you ever seen the pink tribulation cloud?
After all, that is the power of Qingqiu Nine Tails, even with his spiritual cultivation, it is not enough to resist it.
Fortunately, Jiang Li had enough trump cards. At this time, the dragon's blood in his body began to boil crazily, and the blood marks on his palms also became hot.
Three drops of the dragon's blood were directly burned away, and the blood of Lord Asura in the palms of his hands also faded and disappeared.
In the sea of Jiang Li's consciousness, several streaks of blood suddenly appeared, tearing open the flying foxes in the sky, and Jiang Li's consciousness suddenly became clear.
He didn't have time to be surprised that he had been hit unknowingly, so he quickly pulled out his status panel and directly clicked on the minus sign behind the status of [Chunxiang Stone Dream].
One second, two seconds, Jiang Li's consciousness began to dim again. Three seconds, four seconds, the little fox demon transformed into a stunning beauty with nine tails on her back. Jiang Li's consciousness was about to
I can't help but plunge back into the land of tenderness.
Five seconds...all the illusions suddenly disappeared. Jiang Li was shocked and woke up with a heavy breath.
[You have survived Chunxiang Stone Dream, and the skill "Iron Will (Passive)" has been obtained. 】