The yin qi in mid-air continued to roll, and at first these yin qi could only make people feel a little uncomfortable, but as the yin qi rolled and intensified, that discomfort gradually manifested into a cold like appendage, and even ordinary soldiers saw purple clouds like substance.

"This ...... It's ......"

Some of the older soldiers stared at the churning purple mist in the sky in a daze, and muttered unconsciously, their faces beginning to show surprise and panic.

"Luo, Luoyang ......"

It was as if I had returned to Luoyang a year ago, the gloomy city, the rich purple mist covering the sky, and some deliberately forgotten memories were awakened in the minds of the soldiers.

The cold that makes people stand up goosebumps, and the wetness that ordinary flames can't dispel, the trembling from the bottom of my heart is even a hundred times stronger than Luoyang a year ago!

However, in comparison, those soldiers only felt a little aftermath, while Diao Chan, who was at the top of the altar, endured most of it.

It was obviously the warm season of late spring and early summer, but at this time, Diao Chan's pretty face was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, and the snowy frost hung down her eyelashes, and her body trembled like chaff, but even so, she still maintained a slim and quiet posture - a paper figure hidden on her back had already taken over all control of her body.

A giant snake of purple mist that reached the sky gradually appeared in the tumbling and entanglement of yin qi, if these purple mist were compared to an old tree suspended in the air, then this wisp of yin qi was the aged vine above, and it was already impossible to distinguish who was the main body and who was secondary.

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

A low roar like thunder sounded from the purple mist, and hearing this roar, Jia Xu's hand movements, which had been pretending to cast spells on the altar, unconsciously slowed down for half a minute.

As a strategist, he sensed what was happening in an instant, and he stared at the churning purple mist as if he wanted to see through it.

appeared.

After 400 years, the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang will finally reappear in front of his eyes!

"Boom!"

There was another tremor, and the purple mist entrenched in mid-air fell and dispersed in the inexplicable vibration like old dust, and then, the things behind the purple mist slowly showed their full picture with the dissipation of the purple mist.

A door.

It was a heavy stone gate more than 100 zhang high and dozens of zhang wide, and the stone gate stood out of thin air, pressing on the top of everyone's heads like the gate of the heavenly palace, which made people unconsciously afraid, and their knees couldn't help but soften; The brand-new, sold-story altar was as small as a child's mound of earth in front of a huge stone door.

On the stone door, there are rough but not rough stone carvings, tigers, leopards, oysters, falcons...... Almost all the birds and beasts in heaven and earth are carved on the left half of the stone door, and the right half of the stone gate, the elite soldiers, the chariot long frame, but it is the strong Qin iron cavalry that helped the First Emperor unify the world.

Isn't that hollowing out an entire mountain?

Even though he is accustomed to seeing modern high-rise buildings, seeing this stone door, Zhou Ping is also a little shocked, the door of the first emperor's mausoleum is already so huge, the interior of the mausoleum, isn't it bigger?

Sima Yi, what are you trying to do?!

It seems that due to the inherent impression, Zhou Ping has always felt that Sima Yi is just secretly poking and poking at something innocuous and insignificant, and after seeing this gate, Zhou Ping has to admit that he still underestimated this so-called god operator who was born to know.

However, just sighing in his heart, Zhou Ping forcibly shifted his attention to Diao Chan, now that the door has appeared, then next, this door must be opened, and at that time, it will be his turn to make a move.

Sure enough, as Zhou Ping expected, in the heavy friction sound of the boulder, the door of the First Emperor's Mausoleum opened.

The door is open!

Dong Zhuo clenched his fists excitedly, although he still seemed to be standing steadily, his body was already covered with a circle of flame-type true qi that was burning with his emotion.

The stone door opened slowly, and a dazzling light burst out from the crack in the door, but the light was not the same evil light as the Yin Qi Purple Mist, but a dazzling colorful auspicious light, and the light was even more blazing than the sun, shining on the morning mist that was permeating the water's edge, and instantly dispersed all those morning mist.

"Tsk."

Zhou Ping secretly smacked his lips, in fact, when Shimen appeared, he had a hunch that the arrangement he had made before was still too simple, or rather, in front of the great power of Shimen, with only his fivefold strength, no matter how much arrangement he made, it would be useless.

"Boom!"

There was another roar, but the heavy stone door that slowly opened seemed to have encountered some obstacle and suddenly stopped.

Zhou Ping looked towards the door, but saw that between the two stone doors, hundreds of heavy iron chains were intertwined, and these iron chains were tight, obviously hindering the opening of the stone door. And while those chains connected the two stone doors, they also restrained a dragon.

Dragon?!

It's not the phantom of the green dragon attached to Guan Yu on the battlefield, but the real dragon!

I saw that the dragon was red all over and had no feet, but it had a half-human, half-dragon face, although it had the characteristics of dragons such as dragon horns and dragon beards, but the mouth and nose were clearly an old and solemn old man.

Who is it? Or...... Who is he?

The real dragon appeared, although it was bound by iron chains, the shock to people did not diminish by half a point, ordinary soldiers naturally needless to say, even Dong Zhuo couldn't help but take half a step back, but on the other hand, Na Jia Xu's face, which had always been humble and calm, showed a rare look of obsession.

"Candle Dragon ......"

There are clouds in ancient books, a country without sun, and there are dragons and candles shining on them, shining on the seclusion of the nine yin. There are also book clouds, immortals drive to the palace, and the candle dragon guides them.

Legend of the candle dragon holding the candle and illuminating the nine yin, for the immortal to drive the guidance, and although Qin Shi Huang is the emperor, do not practice, but the rule of Liuhe, is the great cultivation of meritorious service, seeking longevity, although the body is rotten, but the soul can rely on merit to ascend to immortals, the candle dragon driving, is well deserved.

In order to build a mausoleum, the first emperor burned books and pit Confucianism, and sacrificed many strategists from hundreds of schools of thought, just to build a ban, and the candle dragon is the core of this ban.

The candle dragon guards the door, and the world does not dare to trespass!

"Taishi...... Taishi! ”

Jia Xu called twice in a row before Dong Zhuo woke up in shock, Dong Zhuo hurriedly responded, and looked at Jia Xu in a little panic.

"What, what?"

"This is the prohibition of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, and I also ask the Taishi to order, let me offer Diao Chan, and ask the candle dragon to open some prohibitions for it."

"What about us?"

Dong Zhuo subconsciously answered, but completely forgot that Jia Xu had already informed him of the process.

"The ban is on, and we can go in."

"Oh, oh, go in, let's go in!"