Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beibei.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are paradises on earth, water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and livable places, while the north is the Qinling Mountains where the emperors and generals are buried the most, and the twenty-four emperors of six generations are buried in it.

This is naturally related to Feng Shui.

Among the major mountain ranges in the land of China, although the Beibi Mountain is not majestic and strong, it sits on the Yellow River and has mountains and rivers at its back.

Mountains mean calm and profound, unwavering for thousands of years, and water means flexible and flexible, gathering hundreds of rivers.

Such a majestic combination of mountains and rivers allows the tomb owner to control all things in heaven and earth, and can enjoy infinite glory after death.

Unfortunately, this is just an extravagant hope.

There are regrets in life, let alone after death.

Even now, these imperial tombs are occupied by a left-handed giant.

The end of the Holy Saint!

Xu Wan was originally a ghost, I don't know where to get a copy of "Taiyin Secret Urn", found another way, cultivated into the body of the ghost, occupied the North Mountain, opened a sect, called himself the Sage, refined the magic weapons such as the Nose Yuan Bead, the Ghost Ghost Arrow, and the Blue Blood Soul Destroyer Shuttle, which was extremely fierce.

And on this day, in the palace of the ghost king where the underworld resided, black smoke and mist rose up, falling everywhere, turning into Taoists wearing white hemp Taoist clothes.

These are the disciples of the Hades Holy Sect, whose feet do not touch the ground, and float forward.

It's not intentional, if you look closely, you don't even have a shadow, they are not living beings at all, but Yin souls who have achieved cultivation.

The underworld sat down, there were thousands of demons and ghosts, muddy, unenlightened, and dozens of disciples, all of whom were Yin souls who had condensed the immortal body of Xuanyin, but they could cultivate the Dao Law, neither life nor death, at first glance, they were almost no different from the living.

Every two disciples in a team, acting separately, drifted to the imperial tombs, drove into them with ease, came to the coffin, and took out crystal clear bottles.

The bottle hung on top of the coffin, the mouth facing down, and an indescribable flow of air, black and white, overflowed from the coffin and entered the bottle.

The whole process is extremely long, and it is necessary to be careful, and there can be no mistakes, and the two disciples take turns to make the jade bottle, as if walking on thin ice.

Seeing that several hours were about to be completed, one of the tall and thin disciples spoke, babbling and saying, "The capital has been dead for thousands of years, what is the use of these thin dragon qi that suppresses the imperial tomb?"

Another burly and sturdy disciple ignored it, and just drove the jade bottle to contain the dragon qi.

The tall and thin disciple said again, "In my opinion, it is better to find an opportunity to find the thirteen pairs of armor that Nurhachi relied on to extract the founding dragon qi from them!"

It is said that when Nurhachi raised his army, he was poor and white, relying on thirteen pairs of armor, so he swept through the Jurchen tribes, was invincible, conquered everything, and founded the Later Jin Dynasty.

The disciple was just talking and laughing, but the other one was furious, "The thirteen armors of the fart, the wild boar skin boasts of itself, you also believe it, it is stupid!"

The tall and thin disciple snorted, "Third Senior Brother, I know that you are not angry with the Tartars to enter the customs, but this is the case, Da Ming is dead!"

The burly disciple glared angrily, and was just about to speak, when he suddenly looked to the side and said respectfully, "Senior Sister!"

The poor-mouthed tall and thin disciple was shocked, and hurriedly looked back, only to see a woman in white standing quietly behind him.

This woman has ice muscles and jade bones, her appearance is extremely beautiful, she is wearing a snow-white and crystal light veil, fluttering like a fairy, but the bursts of cold air emanating from her body prove that she is also a yin spirit.

Looking at the two junior brothers, the woman asked lightly, "Okay?"

"Right away, Senior Sister!"

The two disciples palpitated, hurriedly urged the jade bottle, collected the dragon qi, and left the mausoleum.

When the disciples returned to the Ghost King's Palace, they saw the wind rolling, the ghosts and shadows were building, and in the center of the hall stood a pitch-black altar with a width of 100 zhang and a height of 10 zhang, on which there were nine black flags, and on each banner hung countless shriveled human heads.

Even if it is a yin spirit, looking at the head with only a layer of skin wrapped in the skull, wailing miserably from time to time on the big flag, and the dark green ghost fire flashing in all the eye sockets, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

All the disciples hurriedly lowered their heads and bowed to the figure in the center of the altar, "Master!"

The Underworld Saint Xu Wan is a man wearing a hemp crown on his head, with a cold and fierce appearance, his eyes flashing with ghostly fire, stretching out his hand, more than a dozen gourds flew up, and those thin dragon qi taken from the tombs of emperors of the past dynasties gathered into his hands.

"Humph!"

The Stygian looked at it and snorted coldly, causing all the disciples to tremble and press their heads lower.

He didn't rebuke anything, took out a larger gourd from his bosom, poured it down, and suddenly, a majestic and vast breath of domination over heaven and earth was born.

Unlike the real Zhenguo Dragon Qi, dignified and upright, ruling the Quartet, this momentum is more inclined to life and death, slaughtering the city and destroying the ground, ambushing millions of corpses, and being extremely tyrannical.

The Immortal Saint's palms swirled, and the hideous ghost head on the black banner suddenly detached, expanding rapidly, becoming as big as a basket, with a bloody mouth open, and overlapping fangs, interspersed and flying.

Every time they swept by, they would bring out some black-gray air currents from the dragon qi, which was Netherworld Death Qi.

And as the dead qi was stripped away, the dragon qi continued to shrink and condense, and finally turned into a supreme power that the world was in control, life and death were determined by the heart, and the supreme power that shocked the people couldn't help but bow down.

"Shizun has spent twenty years of hard work, just for this wisp of dragon qi, it must be planning something big!"

Those who could be present were all the henchmen and disciples of the Sage, and they all guessed.

They knew that the previous goal of the Immortal Saint Xu Wan was the two supreme treasures in the tomb of the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, one Haotian Mirror and the other Nine Doubts.

However, these two treasures are blocked by the Holy Emperor Rune, plus the heavy forbidden methods imposed by the sixteen true immortals of the past dynasties, no matter whether they are immortals and demons, it is impossible to rob them without chance.

The underworld stole several times, but failed, and was extremely unwilling, trying all means.

Twenty years ago, when Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, the Sage also went to retreat for three years after returning to Beibi Mountain, and then asked them to collect the dragon qi of the corpses of the emperors of the past dynasties.

Those emperors have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and their respective countries have been wiped out for an unknown amount of time, and the dragon qi left behind is purely to protect the imperial tomb, and it took twenty years of hard work to get this small share.

What is it for?

"Stand down, Jojo stay!"

However, at this moment, the Immortal took the dragon qi back into the bottle and ordered.

The disciples were unwilling, but they also had to retreat, leaving only the senior sister Qiaoqiao.

"Qiaoqiao, you have always wanted to take a look, what you brought back from the Forbidden City for your teacher, I won't hide it from you today!"

The Saint stared at this female disciple of the Heavenly Fragrance of the Country, and laughed, his five fingers were raised, the entire altar rumbled, and a black shadow slowly rose up from below.

As the solemn and calm, incorruptible blue dragon robe came into view, Qiao Qiao's cold and pretty face suddenly changed color, and when the obvious strangulation marks on his neck appeared, there was no longer any doubt

"Your Majesty!"