Li Chun's mouth was sprayed with blood, and his hair was dyed red and white.

His old eyes were all unwilling, but in the end he turned into powerlessness: "Wuding, it is difficult to stand after all..."

Without the Bronze Zhen Guoding by his side, even if the bronze door was pushed open, it would still be difficult for him to step into the dragon vein, and he could only watch Zhao Wujiang's figure gradually disappear.

...

The rolling heat wave hit, scorching Zhao Wujiang's spirit and flesh, and the blue and gray moon flames in his hands swirled, turning into coolness and dissipating the burning of the heaven and earth.

With light footsteps on the stone steps, he walked along the winding stone bridge.

Am I at the foot of Jiuzhi Mountain, or am I in another world? He didn't stop, and when he looked up, the sky was full of dark stars, and under the canopy hung eight bronze chains more than a man thick.

Although the bronze chains seemed particularly small in this vast world, Zhao Wujiang's heart tightened, and the bronze chains hung down from all directions, extending to the end of the stone bridge, as if there was something locked, and there was an aura that made his heart palpitate.

The stone bridge twisted and turned, and he walked all the way, and soon, a bronze hall appeared next to the stone bridge.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of continuing along the stone bridge, he walked to the bronze hall on the side.

The bronze hall is simple and desolate, and the plaque is engraved with the word "Kyushu" in gold.

Zhao Wujiang walked lightly and came to the front of the hall.

In front of you are nine mercenaries, who are holding Changge, not made of stone or bronze, but of wood, lifelike, like living creatures.

"Come!"

The roar came out of the mercenary's mouth in unison, and Chang Ge pointed obliquely, and the cold killing intent rushed straight at Zhao Wujiang.

"Zhao Wujiang!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, this mercenary was obviously guarding the Kyushu Bronze Palace, and Zhao Wujiang felt a familiar aura on them, the Mo family's hundred refining magic machines.

He gave his name a try.

The Kyushu mercenaries really retreated with murderous intent and made way for a way.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the hall and found that there were all kinds of ancient books and medicinal rituals in the hall, as well as mountains of gold, silver, jade, and pearls.

This is the dragon vein? Zhao Wujiang thought in his heart, he stepped forward to pick up a bottle of elixir, but as soon as he picked it up, the elixir dissipated directly from his hand and reappeared in its place.

He forgot that he was a dream body, and it was difficult to touch the things of reality, and he originally wanted to pick up the pill to check one or two.

It seems that he will only come again one day...... Zhao Wujiang paced in the main hall, the hall was three stories high, and there was no staircase upward, he tried to fly up to the second floor, but an invisible qi machine pressed his body, he couldn't fly at all, and he gave up.

He didn't stay any longer, but walked out of the main hall, for him, stepping into this place as a dream is very expensive, and the time is even more urgent, and these days will find an opportunity to investigate.

He was more interested in the extension of the dangling bronze chains.

Zhao Wujiang continued to walk along the stone bridge, and encountered several large halls along the way, but he didn't stop.

After two cups of tea, as he walked briskly, the stone bridge came to the end.

In front of him was a field as red as blood, and he stood by the bridge, with the slowly flowing magma under his feet, and the heat wave raged between the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to incinerate everything.

Zhao Wujiang was short of breath and his expression was solemn.

I saw that the eight bronze chains hanging from the heavenly dome tightly bound the four spirits of the sky, the green dragon and the white tiger and the vermilion bird Xuanwu.

The green dragon was like a cloud, and its body was wrapped around two bronze chains that were more than one person thick.

The white tiger is like a howling moon, and the tiger's neck and body are all restrained.

The Vermilion Bird spreads its wings, but its wings, which are like clouds hanging from the sky, are pierced by bronze chains.

The body of the basalt turtle bowed its head, and the snake's body was tightly restrained.

They are all carved in stone, but they are like living creatures.

What shocked Zhao Wujiang the most was that the four spirits of the heavens were in such a form, just a coffin in the center of the arch guard.

The coffin was not made of gold or bronze or stone, but of wood.

The dark brown wooden coffin exuded an air of decay, as if there were endless years stacked on top of it.

The blue and gray moon flame in Zhao Wujiang's hand couldn't help shaking, his eyes were deep at the moment, and he wanted to use "If you give me three days of light" to spy on the things in the coffin.

As soon as his vision entered the coffin, his eyes oozed outward with traces of blood, and he gritted his teeth and looked in.

A figure appeared, a man, dressed in sackcloth, but he couldn't see his face clearly, and he lay quietly in the coffin, as if the years had stayed on his majestic body.

【Ding! System Prompt...]

【Ding! System Prompt...]

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for finding ......]

The sound of the system's machinery kept ringing in Zhao Wujiang's mind, but none of them were complete.

His eyes were blood-red, and the stinging pain made it difficult for him to see the face of the person in the coffin, but he still desperately urged his cultivation to see clearly.

Zhao Wujiang had a thought in his heart at this moment, constantly urging himself, to see the appearance of the person in the coffin, to see the appearance of the person in the coffin!

Where have I seen this face...... He finally caught a glimpse of his true face for a moment, and the next moment, he saw the eyes of the person in the coffin, which seemed to be sleeping for eternity, slowly open.

In the black and white eyes, it seems to contain the whole world, there is indifference, pity, confusion, surprise, fear, and relief.

"Boom!"

Zhao Wujiang's heart was shocked, and he spurted out his heart blood, he looked horrified, did the person in the coffin open his eyes just now?

He kept retreating frantically backwards, his heart trembling.

The bronze chains that hung down the canopy did not shake, and the wooden coffin did not move in the slightest, and Zhao Wujiang withdrew far away before stopping, his breathing heavy eyes narrowed slightly.

Was it all my delusion before...... Ignoring the pain, he continued to look into the coffin.

The person in the coffin still couldn't see his face clearly, and his eyes were closed, as if they hadn't opened them just now.

How can a person in a coffin, even if he is a coffin, be a living person? Zhao Wujiang shook his head, it seemed that everything before him was an illusion.

But who is in this coffin? actually used the four spirits of the sky to defend it, the specifications are inevitably too high, right?

Zhao Wujiang read through a lot of ancient books, whether it is "Seven Signatures of the Clouds", "Eight Scenes of Mixed Yuan" or "Huainanzi" and "On Balance", there are records about the four spirits of the sky.

Astronomical vertical image, its air descends and creatures.

As the four spirits of the sky, the personality is above the dragon scales and phoenix turtles, and even the emperors in ancient times did not dare to use the four spirits of the sky to guard the burial coffin, and carving the dragon and the phoenix is already the ultimate.

Weakness gradually crept up into Zhao Wujiang's dream body, he knew that he was afraid that he had reached the limit today, and he couldn't hold on any longer, otherwise he would probably have to sleep in his dream for a long time.

He fell headlong and took one last deep look at the coffin, and then his figure fell downward.

The fog was foggy, and Zhao Wujiang fell into the fog, and what he saw today somewhat subverted his previous perception of history.

There are things in the history books, but not everything is recorded, under the annals of history, how many brilliant Kyushu China has been buried in the long river of history?

He let out a long sigh, and the fog cleared around him.

Chang'an, Chang'an.

The sky is bright, Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his heavy eyes, the pain tore his eyes, and tears overflowed uncontrollably.

The nephrite jade in his arms was not there, thinking that the two sisters had already gotten up, he lifted the futon, squinted slightly and wanted to get up, but he felt that his head was as heavy as being poured with lead, and his body was extremely sore, and bursts of tears raged in his body.

, am I being gagged by the two sisters...... Zhao Wujiang was extremely weak, grinning his teeth.

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