After reading the murals, Mo Ling roughly understood the reason why the Dragon Tomb is called the Dragon Tomb here, only the greatest kings of all dynasties can be sealed into the Dragon Tomb, and other emperors can only be buried in the Imperial Tomb, and each time the golden sun is buried in the hands of the next generation of emperors.

Mo Ling stood on the eighth floor, sighing a little at the vicissitudes of history, and then stared at him with burning eyes, Mo Ling had a total of thirty-three layers along the way, and there were countless terracotta warriors and horses on each floor, but the last three layers had become an inexhaustible collection of books.

Mo Ling opened a book casually, and what caught his eye was the 'Maoshan Divine Rune', and then looked at the introduction:

"Destroy Maoshan and take the head of the bandit (head)!"

It can be said that the classics that can be put into this dragon tomb are the most core essence of the exercises of each sect, far better than the half-hung classics that Mo Ling asked Li Dazhi to get from other places, I don't know how many times.

Mo Ling didn't want to put all these classics into the Fengshen Record, every layer, every grid, and every book, he didn't let go of anything, and he didn't care if he used them or not, or even if he could leave the Dragon Tomb alive.

The number of these classics is huge, and it can be said that it includes all the top classics from ancient times to the present, from talismans, spells, exercises, alchemy, everything, and what is even more rare is that in addition to the books of the fairy gate, it also includes the essence of various genres, up to the hundreds of schools of thought, down to stealing chickens and dogs, it can be said that it is all-encompassing, all-encompassing.

Mo Ling even felt that these books were his trip to the Dragon Tomb, collected the best treasures, and carefully put these books into the Fengshen Record, Mo Ling walked to the platform leading to the ninth floor, and there were stairs on the ninth floor, but it was blocked by an extremely abrupt and unnatural wall as if artificially, so that people could not enter at all.

At this time, Mo Ling was extremely weak, although the transfer of Fengshenlu this time allowed him to successfully avoid the siege of the Xianghu faction, but he absorbed too much of Mo Ling's divine power, and now there is no divine power in Fengshenlu, and Mo Ling cannot be repaired at all, and Mo Ling's body is constantly fading all the time.

Mo Ling forcibly meditated and looked carefully at the wall in front of him, hoping to find a chance to enter, but after looking at it for a long time, Mo Ling could only see the closed wall, without any possible door opening mechanism.

Mo Ling said suspiciously:

"Strange, who's going to build a wall here?"

Mo Ling was puzzled, and he could see that the Dragon Tomb had been continuously expanded over countless generations, but every expansion was absolutely reasonable, and it was definitely in line with the way of nature.

Mo Ling couldn't see through the wall for a long time, so he could only look down at the Fengshenlu in his hand again, the Fengshenlu had no divine power, it looked bland, Mo Ling's body was weak, but he still gritted his teeth and gave a trace of divine power to the Fengshenlu, so that the light from the Fengshenlu shone on the wall.

Mo Ling, who had separated his divine power, was even weaker, and there were extremely short-term fluctuations, as if he would disappear at any time, Mo Ling didn't care, just put all his energy into the Fengshen Record, watching the light shine through, the wall actually became illusory, Mo Ling didn't hesitate at all, and didn't care whether the wall could pass through or not, and the whole person directly crashed into it.

Without the obstruction of the wall, Mo Ling seemed to have just passed through the air and reached the ninth layer in an instant!

Feng Shenlu exhausted this trace of divine power, converged the light, and the wall at the ninth staircase became real again, completely sealing the entire ninth floor.

Mo Ling was already extremely close to death at this time, these things couldn't attract him at all, he just immediately looked at the ninth floor, hoping to find some treasures that could save him, but when he saw it, it was just a room that seemed to be an ordinary bedroom, with a corpse lying on the bed, gorgeously dressed, and a mirror on the desk next to it, accompanied by some other miscellaneous items.

Mo Ling was a little angry when he saw this scene, there was no treasure at all in this entire ninth layer.

Mo Ling turned back and forth a little impatiently, in addition to all kinds of miscellaneous items, the corpse on the bed also made Mo Ling pay some attention, and the corpse saw that he must have been an emperor before his death, because only the emperor could wear a dragon robe and wear a crown.

Mo Ling took a closer look at the corpse, lightly touched the crown on the emperor's head, and then like a burst of lightning, Mo Ling saw a mighty divine power like a rolling river, this divine power was too much, so much that Mo Ling suddenly couldn't bear his pressure, and Mo Ling was shocked in his heart:

"Here, how can there be so much divine power?"

"No matter, I'm probably going to dissipate in the next moment, as long as it's divine power!"

Mo Ling just finished wondering, and immediately gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to hold the crown, although the crown is small, the divine power in it is the waves of the river are endless, Mo Ling seems to be holding the boundless river, heavy and unbearable.

But Mo Ling didn't care, he only cared about his own life and death, and he put on a crown for himself.

The surging divine power was like a river empowerment, instantly washing away Mo Ling's entire body, the original fluctuating body instantly condensed, but it was not as consumable as one thousandth of the crown divine power, Mo Ling was overjoyed, and the extra divine power was directly included in the Sealing Divine Record, and the number of divine powers was extremely large, far exceeding the sum of all the divine powers collected by Mo Ling.

Not a little over, but a lot, a lot!

The divine power is surging, but the Fengshenlu is like a bottomless pit that the comer does not refuse to absorb it all, and the pouring time is very long, and the divine power is so much that Mo Ling even wonders if he is dreaming, but the feeling of body condensation is so real, it is not an illusion after death at all.

Mo Ling was happy but also deeply puzzled:

"Why is there so much divine power in the crown?"

Mo Ling was puzzled, he was now strong in divine power, and he tried to stretch out his divine power to perceive the crown, but at this moment, he heard voices gossiping in all directions, the voices were far and near, but if he listened carefully, most of them were old men.

Mo Ling chose the nearest one at random, and listened carefully to his voice:

"Ancestor, the little one has incense to you again today, and I have come to tell you that the old man has destroyed our country's anti-Zhou and lost his conscience! Yesterday, the anti-Zhou official connived at his son to rob the people's daughter, I think this anti-Zhou is unpopular after all, and our national enmity must be about to be avenged!"

Mo Ling listened carefully, and finally understood where the divine power in this crown came from, the emperor lying here was the previous generation of Fengchan monarchs, and the divine power in the crown was the incense offered by the remnants of the country for five hundred years, he may be far less orthodox than the Zhou Dynasty, but five hundred years is so long, and there is so much divine power in it, but in the end, it is cheaper than Mo Ling.

Mo Ling took off the crown with some emotion and absorbed the divine power inside, Mo Ling then thought about it, or threw the crown into the Fengshen Record, and used the divine power to assimilate him and become a magic weapon of his own, maybe there will be unexpected benefits if the assimilation is successful in the future.

Mo Ling, who had solved his urgent needs, could finally calm down and look at the small room, and his eyes fell on the dragon robe again.

"The crown is a good thing, this dragon robe shouldn't be bad!"