In the underground temple, countless corpses are piled up. It can be clearly seen that the corpses belong to two groups of people, and they are not from one dynasty, and the armor on those blue-armored warriors is all Ming armor.

And those cloth armor soldiers, most of the clothes on their bodies are the Eight Banners cloth armor of the Qing Dynasty. The degree of decomposition of the corpses also varied, and it was clear that these were two waves of people who could not have met each other, but they died in the same place, in the same land.

The corpses are all over the field, miserable, and at a cursory glance, I am afraid that there are no less than 10,000. It is conceivable that there was a war, a vicious battle, but it is not known with what and with whom it was a vicious battle, and it seems to have ended in the defeat of people.

Countless corpses have been left behind, and if they had been victorious, they would not have been buried for hundreds of years. Thinking of the closed gate of the imperial mausoleum and the construction of the tomb that was abandoned halfway, I am afraid that what happened here in front of me is the reason why the imperial mausoleum was forced to give up halfway through.

"There are words here." Uncle Long's attention was not all attracted by the battlefield full of corpses and bones, and he found that there were inscriptions on one side of the stone steps. Next to the inscription was a corpse that had long since rotted into white bones, with its mouth wide open, as if it was in great pain before death.

What's even more bizarre is that his skeleton is covered with dense black lines, as if the white paper has been stained by dripping ink stains, penetrating and densely penetrating into the bone marrow.

The man's dress was also different from the mountain of bones, he was dressed in a cloth robe. Although it was dilapidated, it could still be seen that it was the gossip cloud silk cloak that the warlocks in the Yin and Yang line liked to wear on some formal occasions, and there were some broken magic weapons scattered around him.

From this, it can be inferred that the identity of this person should be a warlock or Taoist priest in the Yin and Yang line.

"What is written?" I leaned over to look.

Uncle Long squatted beside the stone steps, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be very surprised: "These words are carved with the power of your fingers. This person has a very high Taoism in his life, at least he has practiced a certain amount of foreign kung fu. It was written...... : Came for eternal life, but buried the rest of his life. It's a pity, it's sad, once Liaodan gets it, you can go to the gate of heaven. But they dug too deep and dug out the darkness of the primeval birth. ”

Seeing this passage, the identity of this person is self-evident.

There has always been a legend in the burial of Longling, during the Qing Dynasty, there were sorcerers who led a large group of soldiers and horses into the mountains to dig the Ming Dynasty imperial tomb, and finally disappeared. No one knows where to go, leaving only a dragon bone temple, standing alone among the mountains and mountains.

This corpse, Bacheng was the warlock back then. This is an empty tomb, he has long known that he is here for Liao Dan, but unfortunately he miscalculated the time, dug the wrong place, dug up the temple here, and finally completely buried his life because of unknown horror.

There are two useful messages in his message before his death, one is: Once Liao Dan is obtained, he can ascend to the gate of heaven.

What does this mean? If I swallow Liaodan, can I directly lift the sun and soar, and become an immortal in the daytime?

This is unlikely, and the senior only mentioned that under the Liao Dan, he could leave the imperial tomb through the Xuanmen of the underground palace.

The second is the darkness of the primeval birth.

This sentence is even more difficult to understand, because in the Chinese concept, everything in the world is only divided into good and evil, yin and yang, and the five elements are replaced.

What does the 'darkness' refer to in this sentence? Could it be that it is the 'night' that spreads out from the Dragon Bone Temple from time to time and pollutes the entire land of the Burial Dragon Ridge? Or is it that the entire imperial tomb is shrouded in all internal and external communication, like a nameless fog independent of the world?

Both sentences seem to have deep meanings, but for a while, it is difficult to come up with a clue.

I told everyone to be careful, forget about the people of the Ming Dynasty back then, after all, they were people from 400 years ago. But the group of people in the Qing Dynasty dug in, but still died here en masse, which has to make people vigilant, which shows that the threat that killed them is very likely to still exist in this temple.

Everyone was vigilant and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Uncle Long is arrogant, but he is not conceited. How big this imperial mausoleum is, how laborious it is to build, and how many abilities the emperor's subordinates have, but they also left countless corpses behind, and they were forced to seal the mausoleum, and they didn't even have time to take away the Liao Dan in refining.

The little third master is a little heartless, but he is not stupid. He didn't think about it as much as Uncle Long, but one thing was very clear, if he died here, he was really dead, and he didn't have a chance to return to his body.

I know better how many pounds and taels I have, if I didn't have the protection of the two immortals, I wouldn't have been able to get here at all. Not to mention, just talking about the ability of this sorcerer to finger force lettering a hundred years ago, I am ashamed of myself.

Although I have forty-eight pairs of blood-clothed slaves, I also had tens of thousands of cloth armor troops back then, and they still sink into the sand here!

And the worst thing is that this time I don't know the bottom of my heart.

Until now, I don't know what I have to face and what I am facing, and I am really not sure.

The blood-clothed slaves are well-informed, they were the guards who accompanied the Great Judge, and even followed the Yama Divine Monarch a long time ago. They have seen more scenes, and the sea of corpses and blood will not affect them too much.

After carefully groping around in the Hades Temple for a quarter of an hour, the blood-clothed slaves all came to my side and bowed, "My lord, this place seems to be a little strange. The corpses are like mountains, yin and yang are isolated, but there has never been a remnant soul and yin spirit. ”

Hearing him say this, several of us were also surprised, looked at each other, and looked around and explored. Sure enough, although this place is full of bones and miserable, there are no lonely souls left, which is simply unreasonable.

It's not the outside world, it's a place where ghosts can't get in, and ghosts can't get out. Even if he dies, he can only linger here until one day his soul is gone.

And here the corpses are like mountains, gloomy and gloomy, and it is the most suitable place to nourish souls and ghosts. After my judge's robe came down, I unconsciously repaired myself, and the sleeves of my robe that had been torn off had been restored to their original state.

In such an environment, there is not a single yin spirit and ghost, and it is too unreasonable.

Where have you been?

"My lord, there's something here." Suddenly, there was a new discovery in front of the blood-clothed slaves, and everyone looked over, only to see that after the blood-clothed slaves moved the bones, there was a bulge in the ground, and the cracks were cracked more than ten meters long, and there was misty darkness surging in the cracks, as if they wanted to drill out of the cracks, but they could not succeed, and they suddenly dissipated before they were about to overflow.

Eccentric.

"There seems to be something down here, it's too big to see clearly." The little third master lay on his stomach at the crack, squinting his eyes and looking hard. Although the crack is called a crack, it is also described according to the length and width, and the width alone is also two meters wide, and I am worried that the little third master will fall into it.

Uncle Long also squatted to the other side and looked down, his brows furrowed slightly, and finally beckoned to me: "Come and see, look at that thing, is it a coffin?" ”

Coffin?

I squatted next to him as Uncle Long said and looked under the crack, and with the judge's eye, I could vaguely see that in the thick of the 'night', there was a rectangular thing rising and falling.

Squinting and looking closely, I was shocked that it was really a coffin. And the coffin was pitch black, and from the pattern and appearance on it, it gave me a sense of déjà vu.

That's, the coffin of the nine sons of the ghost mother!?