The saddest thing is that the Nine Princes have been raising their lives from beginning to end, and they are unaware of this.

In other words, even if he perceives something, he can only pretend that he is not aware of it, otherwise it will definitely lead to the jealousy of Emperor Qian, which will lead to death.

This is the sorrow of being born in heaven.

The heavenly family is ruthless, for that chair, let alone a half-brother, even a father and son can turn against each other.

Thinking of this, the commander couldn't help but feel a little sympathy and happiness in his heart, he not only sympathized with the plight of the Nine Princes, but also felt lucky, glad that he was not born in that cold-blooded and ruthless heavenly family.

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"Open it!"

Seeing that no one raised objections, the commander looked around lightly, and after greeting everyone, he said with a solemn face.

"No!"

At the behest of the commander, several warriors with strong bodies and bulging muscles, like small mountains, hurriedly stepped forward, and clasped the stone wall with their rough and thick palms, and tried to lift the dragon stone weighing ten thousand pounds little by little.

Don't look at these samurai, dressed very ordinary, and obedient to the commanding envoys, like slaves.

But the martial arts realm is all above the innate level, and there are even grandmasters mixed in it.

Even if he is in a sect with a cloud of masters, he can be regarded as a master, he is in the position of an elder, and he enjoys the honor of the sect, how can he be called around like a coolie.

Looking at the numbness of their expressions, and their eyes showed a flattering look, as if they had long been accustomed to martial arts masters, Hong Xuanji and the others' eyes couldn't help but shrink secretly, and their hearts were even more affected by an unimaginable impact.

Is this the essence of the heavenly family?

He actually asked the martial arts master to do such a hard thing.

Could it be that the imperial court is really so deep?

There are as many congenital as dogs, and the grandmaster walks all over the streets!

If this is the case, then the foundation of the Heavenly Family is really terrifying. It's just a great job of enjoying the three hundred years of national ancestry...

Looking at the subtle changes in the expressions on everyone's faces, the eyes of the powerful commander couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.

Such an arrangement is not deliberate...

The Great Qianguo is about to end, the sect is about to move, and Emperor Qianpan wants to take advantage of this opportunity to knock on the sect.

It's to be expected.

Seeing that the desired effect was achieved, the commander couldn't help but nod slightly.

Those few martial arts masters saw his movements in the afterglow of their eyes, and their eyes couldn't help revealing a hint of vague fluctuations.

And with a very tacit understanding of the strength of the arms, the cyan blood vessels floated like earthworms and snakes, and the golden blood was like a mighty river.

With the nourishment of the blood, their muscles are filled with endless, explosive power.

This Broken Dragon Stone is carved from a complete hill, weighing 10,000 jun, not to mention ordinary people, even a martial arts master has no way to lift him.

Several martial arts masters worked together, and the Broken Dragon Stone was slowly lifted.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

With the opening of the stone wall, everyone saw the space inside the imperial tomb for the first time.

Unlike what everyone imagined, it was not dark inside, but under the illumination of the ever-bright lamp, it was extraordinarily bright and quiet.

The cyan steps, illuminated by the light, reflect a kind of ghostly light that has been too much.

"What is this?"

"How is that possible?"

"In such a confined environment, and without fuel, how can there be a lamp that burns for hundreds of years without going out?"

"Could it be that underneath the trough is an endless supply of fuel?"

Everyone looked at the bluestone wall inlaid with blue stones, which was bright and endless, exuding a ghostly light, with different shapes, like bronze lamps of birds and beasts. I couldn't help but show a look of shock and curiosity in my heart.

They really couldn't understand what kind of power could make these bronze lamps flicker in such a closed environment for hundreds of years, and there was no sign of being extinguished.

"How is this possible?"

So everyone's heart is full of shock and questions.

"This ever-bright lamp is made by our Mo family, and it burns not oil, but spar. ”

"As long as there are enough hedrons... ”

"It can burn for thousands of years, ten thousand years!"

Looking at everyone's shocked expressions, the master of the Mo family couldn't help but show a trace of pride on his face, and pointed to the bronze lamp hanging on the stone wall with some excitement, and said with a smile.

If you look closely, in addition to envy and admiration in the eyes of the Mo master, there is also a trace of indescribable covetousness, greedy wolf, as if there is some secret treasure in these lamps.

"I see!"

Hearing the answer of the Mo family's heirs, everyone's eyes showed a little understanding, the energy in the spar was very abundant, especially the high-grade spar.

Not only can it drive high-level trap beasts, but it can also be burned as fuel.

Come to think of it, there must be a small reactor inside these lamps.

It is this small reactor that extracts the energy of the spar endlessly, so that the lamp emits dazzling brilliance day and night.

This imperial mausoleum is the habitat of all the emperors of the Dayu Dynasty.

The spars used are naturally not inferior.

It is precisely for this reason that these lamps can not be extinguished for thousands of years...

Li Zichao is a fifth-order organ master of the Mo family, which is the rank division of the Mo family, indicating that his puppet beast combat power is equivalent to that of an innate martial artist.

His trap beast is a male lion cast in bronze.

His whole body was hidden among the bronze puppeteers, observing every move outside through the large, egg-like ruby eyes on the beast's face.

When he saw the continuous and burning lanterns on the stone wall of the bluestone tomb, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of greed and covetousness.

These lamps, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, have no other purpose than lighting, and are the most worthless existence in the tomb.

But in the eyes of the Mo family, these are all amazing treasures.

Because in every everlasting lamp, there is a high-grade spar.

As long as these hedrons are taken out and embedded in their own trap beast reactors, they will definitely provide a steady stream of energy for trap beasts.

If you happen to find one or two superb crystals.

That's an amazing creation.

This is not his delusion, you must know how rich Dayu was hundreds of years ago.

As the emperor's final place of return, the things used must be exquisite.

Thinking of this, Li Zichao's eyes couldn't help but light up suddenly, as if he felt his thoughts, and the bronze male lion he sat on, with two dazzling lights in his eyes carved with rubies.

The torso, which was originally stationary, began to tremble slightly, as if the sleeping power was being awakened little by little.

"Don't!"

"Danger!"

Looking at the trap beast whose whole body breath was soaring, the eyes of the powerful commander couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, and he stopped with some fear and worry.

However, how could Li Zichao give up because of his stopping!

He only had hedron in his eyes now。。。。。