Soon, a white corpse with blood floated on the surface of the water.

However, there are more and more white water monsters that come out of nowhere, and they are simply inexhaustible, and they have ejected out of the water to attack Yang Wei, and many of them even open their sharp teeth to gnaw at the dead wood under Yang Wei's feet.

A typical group fight, Yang Wei can't cope with it even if he has three heads and six arms.

But Yang Wei obviously didn't come here for the first time, and he seemed very experienced in dealing with it, and suddenly kicked his legs, and the dead wood under his feet shot out like an arrow from the string.

And Yang Wei himself was already jumping into the air, waving the wooden stick in his hand and hitting the top rock of the cave, and shot diagonally forward with the help of force.

However, the torch in his hand could not withstand such a fast flow rate, and the fire was suddenly extinguished, and the surroundings were suddenly pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Yang Wei, who fell to the surface of the water, listened to the sound and identified the position, stepped on the dead wood in the water again, kicked his leg again, and the dead wood shot forward again, and he catapulted into the air again, swinging his stick and shooting diagonally with force.

After doing the same thing more than a dozen times in a row, the dead wood that was shooting all the way forward in the water suddenly made a muffled 'bang', as if it had hit something.

The fire in the cave suddenly lit up again, Yang Wei held a torch in his hand, and had already fallen on an artificial step, turned around and swung a wooden stick into the waterhole, hitting the other end of the dead wood in the water, and it also fell on the top of the steps.

The group of white monsters also followed, but they could not get ashore, and the waves were churning in the water on the shore, and the white shadows were striped.

Obviously, if Yang Wei didn't put the dead wood ashore, he would definitely be tossed away by these water monsters, and he would have no way to leave at that time.

Look at the white monsters in the water, all of them are hairless, and their bodies are like eels, but their heads are a bit like plucked dog heads, and they are a bit like human faces, but they look a little more streamlined, with sharp teeth and sharp teeth, and their eyes are only the size of soybeans, which look hideous and disgusting.

Yang Wei didn't know what these monsters were, he had ventured into the water with a little curiosity, and found that there should be a road dug out of the water at the bottom of the pool, and it was possible to walk in and out of here.

After the completion of this place, it should be to cover up this entrance and exit, and a channel connecting to the underground river was artificially dug and flooded here.

The most strange thing is that there are dense jars under this pool, and he is not in a position to count how many, only to find that there is a female corpse shrunk in the jar, and he doesn't know how many years it has existed, and it has not been soaked.

was as bold as Yang Wei, and he was also taken aback at that time.

And those white water monsters usually hide in that jar, living in the same altar with the female corpse, making Yang Wei so disgusted that he regretted that he shouldn't have run into the water to see what was going on with curiosity, and was chased by the water monster angrily.

This is all the past, Yang Wei glanced at the monster in the water, it was no longer strange, he turned around with a torch, and walked to a stone gate like a passage to the underground palace.

He put the torch aside, walked not far away, hugged a stalagmite, and began to spin in circles.

With the rotation of the stalagmites, the stone door made a dull 'hoc' sound and rose little by little.

After rising to half a height, Yang Wei stopped, walked back to the entrance of the dungeon, took the torch, and bent down to get in.

As soon as he entered the passage of the underground palace, under the illumination of the firelight, he saw the remains of rotten bones in a place, and it could be seen from the arrows on the ground that he was shot by the mechanism of the underground palace passage.

I don't know if it's the burial staff or the tomb robbers of this ancient tomb, Yang Wei is not engaged in archaeological research, and he is not interested in holding the bones to do research, he only knows that because of the long age of the ancient tomb, most of the organs in the ancient tomb have failed and can no longer exert lethality.

The rotten air smelled bad, Yang Wei waved his hand in front of his nose, and walked all the way to a stone room with a torch.

A thick and tall tombstone stands in the center, almost reaching the top, simple and vigorous, with a line of large characters written vertically on the tombstone, which is very simple: King Piro Pavilion of Nanzhao.

There is such a tombstone in the stone room, there is nothing else, only the surrounding stone walls are painted with murals, which tell the great achievements of the tomb owner who unified the six edicts.

When Yang Wei first came into contact with this ancient tomb, he learned something about the owner of the tomb when he went back.

It was found that he was a figure in the Tang Dynasty, and was once named the Duke of Yue by Xuanzong, and after the unification of the six edicts, he was named the king of Yunnan by Xuanzong.

The place where this person was buried after death has always been a mystery, but I didn't expect to be buried in this dangerous place.

It can be seen from the inscription on the tombstone that this person seems to have a lot of personality, and he doesn't seem to be very interested in the king of Yunnan given by Xuanzong, and after his death, he named himself King Nanzhao, and I didn't see the shadow of the title of the king of Yunnan.

It is estimated that he was buried here secretly, and it has something to do with his name, maybe he didn't want the Tang Dynasty to know his thoughts, or he was afraid of robbing the tomb.

However, this is not what Yang Wei cared about, he bypassed the tombstone, walked to the stone door behind the tombstone, pulled the lamp holder on the stone wall at the door and pushed it up, only to hear a 'click' sound from the stone wall.

He then pushed the stone door open with all his might, and strode in with his torch in hand.

After walking along the passage for dozens of meters, he stood on a step all the way down, and the cold air in his face was biting, and the light of the torch in his hand suddenly became small, and he was already in an empty underground space, surrounded by darkness.

He took the torch and walked to the stone wall beside him, reached out and grabbed a copper ring and pulled it, and the hole under the copper ring immediately gushed out pungent black oil, flowing all the way down the stone trough below.

After the black oil stopped flowing, the torch in his hand went into the stone trough, and with a 'buzz', a fire dragon immediately spread rapidly along the stone trough.

Soon, a 'U'-shaped fire dragon appeared below, and a small underground space lit up in front of him.

This underground palace has been slightly processed by relying on the mountain, and generally maintains the original state of the empty cave, the torch in Yang Wei's hand waved hard, and it was immediately extinguished, the torch was put aside, and he walked down the steps.

Below it should be a small square, in the center of the square is a high platform with large stones piled up, like a golden pagoda, on which is parked a simple bronze coffin carved with patterns, which emits a heavy yellow light under the light of the fire.

Needless to say, the person sleeping in the coffin must be the king of Nanzhao, if this is a fake tomb, then it is a different matter.

On both sides of the square there are rows of stone-carved carriages and horses, and the carriages on the left are filled with various weapons, most of which have been rusted.

The carriage on the right was more conspicuous, all of which were gold, silver, jewelry, and the like, which glowed with a magnificent luster in the light of the fire.

The golden pagoda where the copper coffins are stacked is surrounded by large and small stone figures, all of them respectfully facing the direction of the golden pagoda, and they look like they should be the civil and military officials of the king of Nanzhao.

At the four corners of the square stood four huge copper pillars, one of which, strangely, seemed to have a dried corpse tied to it.

Yang Wei was not interested in any gold and silver treasures, and after walking down the long steps, he passed through a group of stone men and came to the other end of the stone wall in front of the square, only to see more than a dozen large and small Ganoderma lucidum growing on the dark and cold uneven stone wall.

The largest is the size of a fist, and the smallest is the size of an egg.

Ganoderma lucidum was dark and dark, and under the light of the fire, there was a faint halo on it, as if carved out of black jade.

Yang Wei opened his waist bag, took out a jade box and opened it, reached out to the stone wall, broke off two cold black Ganoderma lucidum, put them into the jade box, and put the jade box back into the bag and zipped it.

This kind of dark Lingzhi grass is called Yin Zhi, also known as Soul Restoration Grass, and it can only grow in the Yin and Evil Lands.

Yang Wei came here to run for this thing.

After picking the Soul Rejuvenation Grass, Yang Wei strode to a row of carriages and horses on the left side of the square, took a muddy iron spear in a pile of weapons, and turned around and went straight to a copper pillar tied to a dried corpse in the corner of the square.

Under the dried skin of the dried corpse, you can see blood vessels like earthworm lines, the withered hair on the head is like grass, covering the entire head, an iron chain strangled the neck, and the body is also tied to the copper pillar by a circle of iron chains.

The most terrifying thing is that the limbs are pierced by iron chains, and they are tied to the copper pillars, and the situation is a bit miserable.

These chains are clearly not the originals of the tombs, but rather modern metal objects.

From the pile of rusty iron chains scattered on the ground, it can be seen that the chains that bind the dried corpses have been replaced.

The spear in Yang Wei's hand stretched out, and the spearhead brushed away the dry corpse's withered grass-like hair, revealing a skinny face, if it weren't for the layers of skin attached to the bones, it would be no different from a skeleton.

"Old ghost, are you still alive?" Yang Wei asked, holding the chin of the dried corpse with the spear in his hand.

The dry corpse Huo Ran opened his eyes, as if a zombie had come to life in an instant, opened his mouth and roared angrily at Yang Wei, his dry mouth opened and closed mechanically, making a hoarse voice, and seemed to be powerless to say: "What do you have to do to let me go." ”

Ordinary people suddenly encounter this kind of scene, and they are probably scared away, but Yang Wei tilted his head and looked at the dried corpse and laughed.

"I've really convinced you monsters, who don't eat or drink, and are still alive for more than a hundred years." Yang Wei slapped in front of his nose, dissipating the foul smell from the other party's mouth, and the spear in his hand made a jingle on the iron chain on the opponent's body, and the spearhead finally hit the opponent's heart, and said with a sneer: "Let you go?" Do you think it's possible? I'm thinking about killing you right now. ”

The dried corpse's pupils shrank, and his voice was hoarse: "You can't kill me, kill me, and the blood clan will no longer keep its promise." ”

Yang Wei sneered: "Your son has broken his promise, just a few days ago, he appeared again in Yanxia, but he was still beaten away by me, do you think I should kill you?" ”