Ning Yi pinched the petrified garment, he stood at the end of the entrance to the Imperial Tomb, watching the chains of stars slowly pass through, wrapping around the frost and snow stone pillars in the mist.

In the imperial mausoleum, he killed every step of the way, and he couldn't allow himself to relax in the slightest.

"Senior...... If you have a spirit, can you bless me with a safe trip?" Ning Yi smiled softly and murmured, "After I leave the mausoleum, everything will be clear." ”

The garment was not sensitive.

Wu Daozi's face was complicated.

People have been dead for thousands of years, where is the wisdom?

"It's time to go. ”

Wu Daozi knew that Ning Yi was in a complicated mood, and reminded him: "If the killing array changes again and senses us, I'm afraid there will be a lot of incidents." ”

Ning Yi nodded, no longer hesitating at the moment.

The two of them ran the Dragon Sutra completely, along the road crossing of the Imperial Tomb, all the way to the underground, after the transmission of several "singularities" in the Qingshan Mansion, Ning Yi and Wu Daozi were no longer able to determine the specific direction, where is the space of the Imperial Tomb where they are now located, is it really the underground of the heavenly capital? Or are there other dragon veins?

The great Confucianism of Tiandu is proficient in feng shui, standing at the highest point of the Great Sui world, and the place where the dragon sleeps for the royal family is must be the most prosperous place in the world.

All the descendants of this lineage want to see the world's largest gathering place of luck, the tomb of the Great Sui royal family.

At that time, several feng shui masters of the Great Sui royal family were responsible for designing a corner of the tomb for Gaozu and seizing the luck of heaven and earth, which is said to be so that the first emperor could hide the heavenly machine and become an immortal existence in the world.

The blood of the Great Sui royal family, with supreme coercion, also carries an extremely powerful curse.

With the blood of the emperor, it is impossible to become immortal.

For countless years, the genius cultivators of the royal family have proved this with their own examples.

No matter how far away from that step is, even if it is only within reach, even if it is held in the palm of the hand and only five fingers are closed, after all, it has not succeeded in giving birth to an immortal.

Amazing as Emperor Taizong, for 600 years, the posture of cultivation is unparalleled in the world, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, after Nirvana, facing the increasingly approaching threshold of longevity, gradually consumed the determination to become immortal, choose to give birth to a dragon son, first keep the royal inheritance of incense.

"The killing array here is incredible......

The monk pinched and recited the two scriptures, and the dense talismans in the sleeve robe jumped and swam, and after the merger of the Shaking Dragon Sutra and the Doubtful Dragon Sutra, accompanied by the sound of chanting, a vague vision emerged.

Like a young dragon, black and white, in the shape of yin and yang, twisted and swaying in the sleeve robe, guiding the direction.

"It is said that when the imperial mausoleum was built, Huang Shigong, the living immortal of the Sanqing Pavilion of Taoism, was invited to open fireworks and build a tomb. Wu Daozi said in a low voice: "The tombs of later generations have the top masters, and the prosperity of the country is inseparable, and the prosperity of this vein of incense is inseparable, such as Yuan Chun, the great master at the feet of today's son, is a practitioner who personally laid down the imperial tomb formation. ”

Ning Yi has heard the name of "Yuan Chun", the three sons of Taizong, the teacher chosen by the prince, is the current national teacher "Yuan Chun", who has accompanied the old man of Taizong for 400 years.

"The space in the imperial mausoleum is not connected, I'm afraid that except for Emperor Taizong, no one knows how big this imperial mausoleum is. Wu Daozi narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his sleeves, and said: "The underground imperial mausoleum is one of the most precious legacies of the Great Sui Emperor

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The Acting Emperor did not die at all...... Instead, he hid in the leakless array built by Huangshi Gong, dodging from the heavens, and waiting for the moment when he became immortal. ”

Ning Yi also saw this, the space of the imperial mausoleum is opened by the "singularity", not the land that is connected together, sometimes even if there is a road in front of him, he still can't move forward, he can only trigger the "singularity" to go to the next location.

Fortunately, he has a bone flute with him, and all the "singularities" can't stop him.

Wu Daozi glanced at Ning Yi, a certain treasure on this young man's body, with the effect of breaking the spatial barrier, in the vein of tomb robbery, it is almost an invincible weapon of destruction, the big tomb in the world, I can't believe in the bronze ancient gate with a thousand catties of giant locks, and only believe in the "singularity" where countless talismans gather together.

No one can trust the grave keeper after his death.

These "singularities" that are stagnant in the air are the only barriers in front of the tomb after the death of the tomb owner.

Wu Daozi couldn't help palpitating, if it was not Ning Yi who entered the imperial tomb with him, but someone else......

So after entering the imperial tomb by mistake, he tried his best, but he couldn't break through this singularity barrier, and he was trapped here by force, even if he had a complete dragon search scripture, he couldn't open it when he stared at the exit, and he had to suffer the greatest torture in the world, tormented to death.

Thinking of this, I was afraid for a while.

"In the small cave near the sword, it is actually connected to the imperial tomb...... Ning Yi triggered one teleportation formation after another, the singularity was broken, and the environment around the two people was constantly changing, but most of them were broken broken walls.

"This imperial tomb seems to have been abandoned. Wu Daozi frowned and said softly: "Why can't you feel a trace of incense inheritance, and even luck...... Is it because of the great war at the beginning? The great sword cultivator of the academy, who has the blood of the imperial family, moved into the space of the imperial tomb with his sword weapon and moved closely, and the luck around him collapsed, and this imperial tomb was shattered and sunk, so that no one cared about it for thousands of years. ”

"Quite possibly. Ning Yi nodded, his expression was solemn, and he said, "The sword weapon is close to this battle of the adult...... It looks like a terrible fight. ”

Visible to the naked eye, the treasures of the four academies were shattered by the sword qi and scattered outside the "singularity" that could not be touched.

There was a trace of incomprehension in Ning Yi's eyes.

This battle to the death seems to be ...... The sword weapon has the absolute upper hand.

In the depths of the Imperial Mausoleum, the sword aura was like the sea, and in that small cave sky, he took off the swords of the three academy masters and hung them in front of his knees.

Sword cultivation can die, the sword cannot be lost, and even the natal sword weapon has been picked, which shows that the three academy great sword cultivators were exhausted and unable to resist in the original battle.

Why is the sword still dead near the end?

Is there an adversary hiding deeper...... Thinking of this, Ning Yi's face was a little ugly, and he thought of the bloody night in Tiandu, the night when the girl's father died.

The trajectory of Master Pei Min's life is very similar to that of a sword.

The two peerless geniuses of the sword path both died in the imperial city, and the original ten holy mountains encircled and suppressed Pei Min, and the current three academies combined to kill the sword, all of which were premeditated killings...... The sword qi here finally became a swan song, but it was a pity that it was destroyed under the conspiracy and siege.

"It's a pity, God is jealous. ”

Wu Daozi muttered: "I originally hoped that this sword weapon would be able to come out of the silence and give me a glimmer of hope......

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Ning Yi glanced at the monk.

Wu Daozi's eyes were entangled with pain, with remorse.

If there is really a way in this world to bring a dead person back to life from silence, then he will do whatever it takes to redeem the regrets of the past.

Where did this kind of Dharma come from in this world?

Ning Yi said calmly: "Where does the person you want to resurrect come from?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. Wu Daozi's face was gloomy, he clenched his fists, and said with some loss: "There is a trustworthy big man who told me that there is a way to save 'her' in this world...... If I can't find it in the Imperial Tomb, I'll have to go to the upside-down sea and try it......"

"A big man you can trust?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking of the "Purple Mountain" that Wu Daozi had mentioned in his words, and asked seemingly casually, "Purple Mountain Lord?"

Wu Daozi was silent, and after a while, he said softly: "Purple Mountain is a holy mountain for cultivating the forbidden art of life and death, you can guess this, I'm not surprised. It's just that I promised the mountain lord that I would not divulge a single thing about life and death...... There is still a trace of her soul, and if the heavenly secret is leaked, I can't imagine the consequences......"

Ning Yi sighed softly and stopped asking.

"Ning Yi, between life and death, it's not just about closing and opening your eyes. Wu Daozi's voice was a little hoarse, and he said seriously: "Someone closes his eyes forever, but it doesn't mean that he is dead...... But if he can't open his eyes, he won't be alive. ”

Ning Yi frowned.

"I can come out of the eastern realm alive and get the guidance of the Purple Mountain Lord...... It's because no one knows more than I do at this point. Wu Daozi lowered his eyebrows and laughed at himself: "It's a pity that life is as cheap as an ant, and I can't wait to die for her that day." ”

He looked at Ning Yi, wanted to speak and stopped, and when many words came to his mouth, he stopped again.

Ning Yi looked at the monk, and the emotions in those eyes seemed to carry a trace of remorse, a trace of guilt, and a trace of familiar pain......

"It's actually an infatuated species. Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, no longer looked at the monk, but raised his head and said, "This is the last singularity." ”

Wu Daozi laughed.

Ning Yi and Wu Daozi stood in front of a heavy thick wall.

At this point, it can be regarded as out of the original battlefield, and the sword qi around it has gradually faded, and the entangled aura cannot be perceived.

"Where has this gone into?" Wu Daozi frowned.

"Maybe it's really the Imperial Tomb, right?" Ning Yi smiled and said calmly: "The great Confucian who laid down the singularity of guarding the tomb will definitely not think of it...... There will be visitors like us. ”

Wu Daozi looked at this stone wall, looked back, there was no way back behind him, this way to come, has been determined, this is the vast imperial mausoleum was abandoned in one place, when the sword weapon was nearly a battle, the fight here was almost broken, the way back can no longer be found, can only go all the way.

"Life and death, reincarnation is more than ......" Wu Daozi muttered, "Can we get out alive?"

Ning Yi didn't answer, just took a long breath.

He stretched out a hand, his palm pressed against the wall, and the light of the singularity gradually triggered.

Bloom.

"This is the imperial mausoleum, the imperial mausoleum that houses the dead. Ning Yi said calmly: "So...... They die, we live. ”

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