Chu Xianzhao had already guessed that the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was huge, but he didn't expect it to be as big as a city!

After the two of them pushed open the stone door, the lamps on the stone walls around this dungeon lit up each other, and the face of the entire dungeon was displayed in front of the two of them.

As far as the eye can see, the pavilions and halls are made of gold and ceramics, and there is a circle of water and milky ways flowing slowly on the outskirts of the city, and the light of gold and silver is reflected in their eyes, and the entire underground palace is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

That man had all the glory of the Great Qin Dynasty during his lifetime, and he would continue to enjoy this glory after his death.

The two slowly walked into the city, and the walls around the dungeon were painted with carved golden dragons, and their angry eyes and beards were lifelike.

He could clearly see the tall Zhu Towers and the towering gates, the green roofs and the tall towers, and at the end of his eyes was the magnificent and silent hall.

Thousands of years later, this underground palace is truly like someone will come out on both sides of the road at any time, and everything inside is built in imitation of the imperial city of a thousand years ago, and it is presented to itself with great solemnity.

He stood here as if he could see the city engulfed in flames, and the terrible cry came to his ears like a time and space, with the unpleasant smell of burning fire.

Just as Chu Xianzhao was about to continue walking, Empress Zhao, who had been silent behind him, screamed, startling him too.

Empress Zhao pulled her sleeve, and then he saw countless white bones piled up under the giant gate, each of which held a weapon in its hand, and its dark black eye sockets were as terrifying as an abyss.

They didn't seem to be the first time they had come here for thousands of years, just before they came here, there seemed to be a very terrible battle on this step, and there were even a lot of dry bones outside the door, and those sharp sword marks on the huge stone door in front of the underground palace made him know a lot about the battle that happened here back then.

Chu Xianzhao looked at those bones and had their own answers in his heart, and was silent.

Empress Zhao had screamed before, but looking at the calmness of this young man who was younger than herself at this time, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and there were some other feelings.

Chu Xianzhao looked at the woman in red who had come thousands of miles to kill him a little speechlessly, and at this time he couldn't help but tremble, don't come to kill people if you are afraid of the dead, alas.

Chu Xianzhao followed her gaze again, and saw that the pile of corpses on the ground was all over the place, and he didn't know how many there were in total.

Dried blood splattered on the bluestone floor to form red and black spots, and the death of these corpses was horrific, almost all of them were cut off by the waist, or their heads were lost, and their heads were lying on the ground in a different place.

Chu Xianzhao had already guessed that there would be such a thing as corpses in the underground palace, but he didn't expect that there would be so many.

He turned around and walked over,

Grabbing Empress Zhao's arm, she deliberately lowered her voice and said: "Don't scream, you and I don't know what's here, I'll tell you now that this place is the mausoleum of Emperor Daqin, if you want to leave here alive, listen to me." ”

"What are you doing? Don't touch me, or I'll kill you right now." ”

Empress Zhao unwillingly broke free of his arm, and Chu Xianzhao suddenly covered her mouth and said, "Be quiet, did you hear any sounds." ”

"You ......"

When the two were not talking, Empress Zhao heard a strange voice coming from behind her, as if she was about to take the last breath of the deceased.

Then she heard heavy footsteps, and she saw that there was such a thing as fear in Chu Xianzhao's eyes, and this fear was magnified thousands of times with the clarity of the footsteps.

As soon as she wanted to say something, Chu Xianzhao took her hand and ran up, and the moment she turned her head, she saw everything behind her, and suddenly couldn't help but scream.

Those corpses that had been dead for an unknown number of years actually stood up slowly, blue flames rising from their pupils, and walked towards them with extremely slow steps!

The corpse's thin arm could not lift the rusty knife in his hand, so he could only drag the weapon to the ground and move forward with a clatter, in an extremely terrifying and terrifying posture.

Empress Zhao subconsciously thought of those things called corpse zombies in the Great Yue Kingdom, and it is said that the witches on the side of the Great Yue Kingdom can paste yellow paper charms on the heads of the deceased, so that their souls can briefly return from the underworld, so that the dead corpses can stand up again and follow her orders to move forward.

More of the dead rose from the ground and slowly gathered around them, a faint blue glow rising from their shriveled eyes, as cold as the ice of the Far North.

Empress Zhao suddenly became angry, broke free from Chu Xianzhao's hand, and pulled out her saber "Red Eyebrows" to slash the bodies of the corpses behind her with one sword.

The red eyebrows of the famous sword were so sharp, and cutting through the bodies of the corpses was as simple as a hot knife to cut through the fat flesh, but the corpses that were cut off by her did not die, but continued to crawl on the ground.

Empress Zhao hesitated for a moment, and Chu Xianzhao's hand grabbed her again and dragged her towards the main hall.

As the two men ran, more zombies appeared from both sides of the street, trying to surround them.

Empress Zhao thought to herself, since the weapon can't hurt you, then the flame is always okay.

The other palm that she ignited with the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell in her body sprinkled an extremely long flame of light at the zombie, and the zombie contaminated by the flame took a few steps back as if she felt pain.

The raging fire suddenly spread, igniting all the zombies around it!

Before Empress Zhao could breathe a sigh of relief, Chu Xuanzhao rebuked her loudly: "Are you crazy? Use flames in the dungeon, do you know the yin qi in the dungeon——"

The words are not finished yet

, The dungeon began to explode out of nowhere, and only a huge cloud of fire remained in his eyes.

Chu Xianzhao watched as the buildings inside the underground palace were blown to pieces, and the scene of the surging flames was shocking.

Now the entire Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum seemed to be crumbling, and the two of them were directly carried towards the main hall by the shock wave caused by the explosion, and slammed into a copper door.

Empress Zhao turned her head to look at the corpses that crawled out of the flames, and asked hurriedly, "What should I do, they don't seem to be able to finish killing?"

Chu Xianzhao looked at the bronze door in front of him and said softly, "I don't know how to open this door?"

Empress Zhao sneered: "You don't know anything, and you dare to come to this legendary Qin Emperor's Mausoleum?"

Chu Xianzhao looked at her and said as a matter of course: "It's all your fault, I really didn't meet you until eight lifetimes, the only person who understands the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum has been left on the shore by you, and we are all going to die here." ”

"Do you believe that I'm going to kill you right now?!"

Chu Xianzhao still had the heart to joke at this time: "I suggest you still don't do this, if the two of us die here, maybe we will be regarded as a martyred couple after thousands of years." ”

Chu Xianzhao no longer looked at Empress Zhao's angry face, but looked at the bronze door in front of him and slowly stood up.

When he saw the astonishingly large keyhole, he seemed to understand something, folded his hands, and the sound that came out of his mouth was as loud as a bronze bell.

In Empress Zhao's shocked gaze, he slowly recited the shocking inscription.

"The god of the world, the king of the ancestral dragon, the dome is extremely strong, and the god is brilliant. ”

Tai'a Sword is burning again!

At this moment, the flaming giant sword appeared in his hand again, like a torch piercing the sky.

Without thinking about it, he inserted the greatsword into the keyhole, and a steady stream of heat poured into the copper door, which immediately turned red and scorching.

Chu Xianzhao inserted a few inches and twisted it hard, and the copper door was wide open!

A fierce wind roared and swept in.

In the main hall, every ten steps, you can see a figurine holding a soldier, standing in the middle of the road, glaring angrily.

Between the figurines and the figurines, there is a coffin made of gold.

Chu Xianzhao glanced at it, and the picture in front of him was so simple and solemn.

The person buried in the coffin is so noble.

Chu Xianzhao and Empress Zhao walked into the main hall without hesitation, and the bronze door closed as soon as they closed, separating them from the corpses outside the main hall, and they were temporarily safe.

There are five aisles in the main hall, and there are nine steps leading to the dragon chair, symbolizing the imperial power of the ninety-five honors.

At the foot of the steps, the figurines held Changge.

On the steps, there are armor soldiers kneeling with swords.

The two of them didn't pay any more attention to the golden coffins, they

I've seen enough gold in my life.

The eyes of the two slowly moved from the golden coffin to the dragon chair at the end of the main hall, on which sat a young woman in a black and gold phoenix robe, with long hair reaching to her waist.

Since the destruction of Qin, there has been no king in the world who ascended the throne, and the black robe was added.

The woman's stunning appearance made beauties like Empress Zhao feel ashamed, but the woman seemed to be asleep, and even very faint green tendons could be seen on the snow-white neck.

Just as Empress Zhao guessed the identity of the woman, Chu Xianzhao couldn't take a step anymore, and looked directly at the woman on the dragon chair, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Great Qin!

Oak Yang!

At this moment, the Li bead inlaid on the Tai'a sword suddenly glowed, and the entire sword came out of his hand as if it was not controlled by Chu Xianzhao, and swept straight over the dragon chair!

The arm of the woman in black was slowly raised, until the Tai'a Sword was tightly held by the soft arm stretched out from the black and gold sleeves, and the woman on the throne took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly shining with golden light.

The woman put the Tai'a sword in front of her with her backhand, looked at Chu Xuanzhao, and slowly spit out such a sentence.

"Two thousand years later, the world is so good. ”

......

......

Longhu Mountain is the head of the various sects of the Daqing Dynasty, the status of the Heavenly Master's Mansion is much higher than the bull-nosed Taoist priests of the Wudang Taoist Sect, and the monks of the Tianchan Temple, but unfortunately it is located in a remote area, and the place under the mountain is not prosperous, and there are often disasters and chaos.

The more deserted this mountain is, the more it seems that this sacred mountain is unattainable, and there is not much mortal popularity.

However, there are very few people who can live on this mountain, and there are very few who can be called mortals.

The desertion on the mountain was the most comfortable for the Great Heavenly Master surnamed Zhang.

The lotus flowers in the pond are shining with golden light, and the sea of clouds is like a mist rolling from a distance.

This man named Zhang Xuande is one of the three heavenly masters of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe all the year round and holding a whisk, which is different from the average Longhu Mountain Taoist priest who likes to use a pan to pin his hair bun, and his perennial long hair shawl is matched with that old-fashioned and unsmiling face, even the pilgrims on the mountain do not dare to talk and ask for a sign easily, but they like the handsome and three-foot romantic uncle Zhang Huairou of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Xuande, but compared with the little uncle who was born in the lineage, his skills are even more astonishing. When he was young, he sat on the ground with the old heavenly master of the previous generation and talked about it, once rode the cloud dragon to the Daqing Palace, and at the age of twenty-three, he held the heavenly thunder to fight the eight hundred followers of the Southern Continent Shadow Moon Sect, and finally killed a great pope, and became famous in the Southern Continent countries in a war.

This innate ability is even higher than the previous generation of the old heavenly master who became an immortal, in the face of the fact that all countries and factions have been born out of thin air in these years, his position is still unshakable, and no one in the Daqing government and the opposition is afraid of this great heavenly master of Longhu Mountain.

He had never been married in his life, and when he picked up his daughter, it was fifteen years ago.

He still remembers that snowy night on Longhu Mountain.

On a whim that day, he wanted to go down the mountain to warm a pot of white wine to drink, and that night, he met the man in black who was besieged.

The man held a three-foot long sword, raised his sword, and the sword aura soared into the sky, and the sword marks were vertical and horizontal.

That night, the heavy snow was dispersed by the tremor of the sword qi, and the man holding the baby in his arms no longer implied murder, raised his hand to kill, and the sword peak opened the way.

He watched as the man slashed countless black-robed people one after another, and the roar of slaughter resounded throughout the path.

Until the frost and snow froze and the blood dried up, the man died laughing as he looked at the corpses everywhere and fell to the ground.

But there were still many enemies alive, and the moment someone saw the man fall to the ground with his sword in hand, he rushed forward with the intention of snatching the baby girl from the man's arms.

A thunderbolt is rolling down!

Zhang Xuande stepped on the scorched corpses all over the ground and walked towards the dead man, looking at the baby girl in his arms who was frozen and her face was flushed, silent.

He knew that if he continued to stay here, he would be seen and cause trouble, so he finally returned to Longhu Mountain with the girl in the man's arms and the sword in the man's hand.

The baby girl did not have any tokens on her body that could show her name and origin, but the sword he brought back had the word "Xushou" engraved on the hilt.

The Shadow Moon Cultists are divided into four classes, from high to low, "Heavenly Treasure", "Void Guard", "Empty Vision", and "Hearing Enlightenment".

The Great Pope he killed back then was a person at the level of "Tianzang", this sect that swept the countries of the Southern Continent was once launched by the countries of mass extermination, and after recuperating for a period of time, it was still presented to everyone with vigor.

Whether it's Dragon Tiger Mountain or Wudang Mountain, they've spent their entire lives fighting against the enemies of the Shadow Moon Sect.

Their emblem is a black dragon with three heads, and if you cut off one of their dragons, a second will grow.

Zhang Xuande couldn't help but guess that the man who died at the foot of the mountain was a disciple of the Shadow Moon Sect, and as for the baby girl he picked up, it might also have something to do with the Shadow Moon Sect.

And the person who chased and killed the man that night never appeared at the foot of Longhu Mountain again, along with the corpses that died that night.

It's white as if nothing has happened.

The baby girl he brought back was very noisy at the beginning, she didn't eat anything, and she would cry whenever anyone hugged her, except for Zhang Xuande.

He thought about it and gave her a name, Changsheng.

But after all, he was a big man who had no milk on him, so he took her down the mountain to find the women who had just given birth to a child in the family, and begged for a mouthful of milk for her.

It was the first time that this young man, who was still fearless in the face of hundreds of Shadowmoon cultists, felt that life was so anxious because of a child.

He learned how to change her diaper, how to sing to put her to sleep, and every day he had to go down the mountain to find a woman to beg for milk for her......

It would be foolish for a man with great power to do such a thing, but when he saw the cute round face of the baby girl after sleeping, he felt that it was all worth it.

In the end, even the Celestial Master persuaded him to send the baby girl down the mountain, and it was not difficult to find a home for a homeless girl with their prestige, and for the first time, he lost his temper with everyone.

On that day, everyone could see several dark blue thunderbolts piercing through the clouds and slashing at Longhu Mountain, as if they were about to split the mountain.

The young man stood in the air like a fairy, holding a child in his hand, and behind him was the thunder of the opening of the sky.

Since then, no one has dared to mention the matter of sending the baby girl away, the child drinks the rice porridge he boiled with goat's milk every day, grows up day by day, and is extremely obedient, often sitting alone by the lotus pond, looking at the picture of the sea of clouds rolling in amazement, not crying or making trouble.

Once, she sat by the lotus pond with him holding Zhang Xuande's whisk, and asked him such a question while shaking her feet.

"Are there immortals on our mountain?"

Zhang Xuande touched his daughter's little head and said, "Yes, immortals often look at you secretly." ”

"If I made a wish to the immortals, would it work?"

"Why do you have to make a wish to an immortal? Wouldn't you make a wish to yourself and make it happen?"

Zhang Xuande hugged her up, with a gentle smile.

Xiao Changsheng's eyes were still clear, and he looked at her adoptive father's voice trembled a little: "But I don't know how to find my biological father?" The people on the mountain say that you are not my biological father, someone sent me to Longhu Mountain, will they come back to pick me up in the future?"

The lotus pond was covered with white mist, and both of them were speechless.

Then she said something that she had forgotten until now.

I just remember that she seemed to cry at the end.

She felt that Longhu Mountain was not her home.

How he felt it, because he was like that many years ago, and he was an orphan like her.

At that time, after being led in by the master, he thought to himself, now that he finally has a family, he will definitely cherish them in the future.

He gently stroked her forehead, wiped away her tears, and comforted her softly: "They won't come to pick you up, but don't blame them in your heart, when you grow up, I will take you to find them, okay?"

Xiao Changsheng burst into laughter and choked softly: "Then before I go back, I'll call you a father, okay?"

Since being led into Longhu Mountain by the master for the first time, Zhang

For the first time, Xuande smiled so happily.

They have relatives for each other.

More than ten years have passed unconsciously, and that cute and well-behaved baby girl has now grown into a slender girl.

But Zhang Xuande still likes to sit by the lotus pond in the Heavenly Master's Mansion as in the past, watching the lotus flowers in a daze.

My daughter doesn't like to stick to herself as much as she did when she was a child, and watching her and her little uncle go in and out of pairs on Longhu Mountain all day long, there is a feeling that the female is not left.

He sat here looking at the lotus flowers, but he was very lonely in his heart, and he didn't know what to do.

The man sighed, suddenly feeling a little old.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up to the north, and the dust in his right hand trembled violently.

He stared at the north of the world, his face shocked beyond measure.

Since the last Concubine Pass, this Great Qin King Qi has reappeared between this heaven and earth, and there are vague signs of forming a pillar of luck.

His face became more and more pale, and he said with a dejected face: "Last time it was a person...... This time it's two...... This Great Qin Dynasty is really dead but not stiff. ”

He looked at a certain purple golden lotus flower in the lotus pond that was slowly blooming, this lotus was much smaller than other lotus flowers, but the yellow and purple qi that bloomed was more intense, and there was probably a tendency to swallow it together.

He whispered, "I see...... The black-clothed prosperous Qin, the troubled times...... It's not good, it's really not good......"

Zhang Xuande slowly stood up and turned to walk towards his room.

Purple gas came from the north.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Throne of the Apocalypse" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~