Li Chunfeng continued: "The actual power of that explosion was much greater than that in the history books and legends, and it was our sect master who absorbed most of the power of the explosion - let's just say it! It was he who saved most of the people in Beijing and ensured the historical development law of the "Ming and Qing Dynasties". ”

Yuan Tiangang added: "It was that explosion that caused our sect master to disappear, and there has been no news so far!" ”

I was shocked again - how could there be such a thing?

"You are all thousands of years old, so you ...... Isn't your suzerain very old—no! I mean, it's supposed to be older, right? ”

Unexpectedly, several people shook their heads at the same time.

Nalan Xingde explained: "Since Sect Master Jiang, there have been three sect masters, and their ages are ...... They must be much older than us, but they look like you...... We ink artists have not only mastered the art of life extension, but also know how to preserve the face...... These may be difficult for you to understand for a while. ”

"That's a lad?"

"Nope! It's a big girl! ”

"Your sect master is a woman?"

"That's right! This one is a woman. ”

At the urging of a few people, I still stepped forward, and after walking less than ten meters, I felt a cool breeze next to my ears, and a faint voice in the air - if I listened closely, it seemed that someone was calling my name.

After a tingling of my scalp, I felt a thrill all over my body, and then I shuddered violently, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the whole scenery had changed.

It was just a wilderness meadow.

At this time, it was a palace of towers.

I was standing in front of the stone steps.

No way! No way! No way!

It took several roars in his heart before he forcibly calmed himself down.

The ink artist is so awesome! Is this still human?

The palace looked so old that I even wondered if it really existed—why didn't it appear when I couldn't see it just now?

There are a lot of things I can't explain, and I don't even believe that seeing is believing.

Since this palace appeared in front of me, it shouldn't be for no reason...... I gritted my teeth and stepped up the first stone staircase.

I was very cautious about this step, for fear that the stone steps that I could see did not actually exist, so I stepped on this step into the void.

One step at a time, the steps are indeed real.

Step by step, the doubts in my heart are getting bigger and bigger.

The whole building covers an area of at least a few thousand square meters, plus the stone steps outside, which are as high as a three-story building, are made of blue-gray rock, and there is not the slightest gap between the stone slabs, and it looks very new, as if the construction time is not long.

You must know that Jiang Ziya is a figure from three or four thousand years ago, which is longer than most Egyptian pyramids. Most of the current pyramids have collapsed, and if it weren't for the many repairs by later generations, it is estimated that they would have become a pile of rubble ruins.

But the palace in front of me looked undamaged.

Could it be that this palace is in a different space from us? That is, another space outside the underworld?

Walking up the stone steps of more than 20 meters, we saw a huge bronze door standing in front of us, but compared to the small dots I had seen before, the style was exactly the same.

Words can't describe the level of shock in my heart - how can there be a bronze door here? Could it be that the Moji is also related to the mysterious prehistoric civilization that influenced the Dongyi people?

This discovery is somewhat bizarre.

The bronze door pulls a half-meter-wide gap, which really seems to have been arranged in advance, and at this time I seem to understand the meaning of a few "thousand-year-old men".

Perhaps no one else could see the palace except me, and would not be able to enter the bronze gate.

Nervously entered, he entered the bronze door.

What's inside? There won't be coffins of different sizes horizontally or vertically, right?

The experience of the Thirteen Ghost Caves of the Yellow River resurfaced in my mind.

Step into the door, what appeared in my eyes was another scene - hundreds of "wax figures" erected in the entire hundreds of square meters, there are men and women, old and young, all lifelike, if it were not for my good eyesight, I saw the faint reflection of the nearest few statues from me, I must have mistaken it for a real person.

These wax figures are about the same size as life-size, with men over 1.7 meters and women just over 1.6 meters, some are looking into the distance, some are bent over, and some are adults leading children, each with a different expression and a look.

What are you doing with so many wax figures? I couldn't help but wonder.

Confusion at the moment almost completely replaced fear.

There is a path in the middle of the wax figure, covered with animal skin blankets, I walked forward, walked dozens of meters, and saw a special wax figure at the end of me.

It was an old man sitting on a large red chair.

The closer I got, the more I felt that the old man was so realistic, that he had a beard and long eyebrows, and even the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible.

It's a pretty good thing!

Compared with Michelangelo and other world sculpture cards during the Italian literature and art review period, it should be more bullish.

What a pity! It's a shame that such a beautiful piece is hidden in such an isolated place. Thinking wildly in his head, he got closer and closer to the old man.

Well?

In a trance, I seemed to see the old man's eyes blink.

But when he looked closely, his eyes didn't move again.

What's the situation? I read it wrong!

was taken aback, and his whole heart hung in suspense.

I was so shocked that I stared at the old man's face without blinking, and who knew that after taking two steps, I saw the eyes of the wax old man blinking again.

This time I could see it clearly, and his eyes blinked rapidly.

I froze on the spot, instinctively rubbed my eyes, and looked carefully into the old man's eyes.

This one is unbelievable, and an anomaly has been discovered.

The old man's eyelashes have been shaking slightly, which is the normal tremor of the body when a person breathes, as long as it is a living person, this is because it is too slight, and we usually don't pay much attention to it.

Is the old man alive?

This thought was like a lightning bolt, and it "jumped" out of my heart at once.

The next scene scared my soul even more.

The old man coughed lightly, and then slowly stood up.

"You...... You are alive! ”

I took seven or eight steps back in a row, tripped over the gap between the skins, and fell to the ground on my back with a "clang".

He quickly got up and turned to look at the old man again.

"I've been dead for years—probably three or four thousand years!"

The old man's voice was low, but not hoarse.

Three or four thousand years?

I suddenly realized who this person was—he was Jiang Ziya!

"You are Mrs. Jiang?"

I hurriedly asked.

In fact, curiosity has far outweighed fear at this moment.

After extreme horror, people will be very calm.

I slowly patted myself from the ground and looked at the old man again.

Sure enough, it looks like a fairy wind bone.