"Do you want to go to the temple?"

The man's voice fell.

A clear map structure suddenly appeared in Chen Yulou's mind.

Although this hall is called Lingyun Palace Huixian Palace, it is actually the treasure top of the Ming Tower dedicated to the tomb of the king.

According to the regulations, the hall has two entrances before and after, the front hall is bright, and the apse is the sleeping palace.

However, the person who sacrificed the king acted in a strange way, and there were rules and rules, which made it difficult for people to figure out.

If you rely on your previous experience, you will definitely fall into his trap.

But when you reason against it, you will find that this tomb is extremely in line with the feng shui form and the way of burial.

It can only be said that this person is a bit anti-bone.

The Red Girl and her entourage should have gone to the apse, but instead of a dormitory, it was replaced with a sacrificial hall.

If I'm not mistaken, I'll call it the True Temple.

One of the most amazing is the six-legged copper tripod in the stele forest.

There's a danger in it.

Worried that something would happen to her.

Chen Yulou didn't dare to delay, and immediately waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's see."

"Good!"

The few people quickly turned from the throne and followed the fellow straight to the apse.

"Senior Brother......

The partridge whistle was just about to catch up when a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at his junior sister.

The soul that fell on the spot was now indescribably pale.

Looked at.

His heart sank.

Worried that she was ill.

After all, after leaving the camp in the morning, there was hardly any rest on the way.

Go into the water, slay demons, climb mountains.

They don't care.

But the spirit has been weak since he was a child, and this place is already weird, so it is not impossible to be invaded by the wind evil.

Thinking of this, Partridge Whistle was worried at the same time, but he couldn't help but feel a little self-blame in his heart.

Patronized the inverted bucket, but ignored her.

"What's wrong, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Meeting his worried eyes, Ling opened his mouth, and hesitated when the words came to his mouth.

A smile appeared on his face and he shook his head.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

"Are you alright?"

Partridge Whistle is still a little uneasy.

Ling has been by his side since he was a child, and to him, he is also a brother and a brother.

It's just that even if he is the world's leading mover, the little girl's mind, where does he understand, he is completely confused.

I can't tell right now.

She was not feeling well or had other concerns.

"Really no, senior brother, if you don't go, Brother Chen, they will be gone."

"This ...... Ling, if there is something, you must tell your senior brother. ”

"Got it, senior brother, go quickly, I'm not a child anymore."

Feeling the familiar girl, Partridge Whistle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer hesitated, and quickly caught up with the group in front of her.

But the spirit did not immediately follow.

Instead, he turned sideways, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on the old man in a python robe who was not angry and arrogant in the mural.

To be exact.

It was on his head that he was crowned with gold.

The golden crown is obviously an imitation of the pre-Qin crown style, but as a county of the Qin Dynasty, the king still has self-knowledge, and does not use the twelve heavenly crowns of the Son of Heaven, but the princely seven high mountain crowns.

It's just that even the senior brother didn't find out.

Under the seven crowns, there is still a jade bead faintly embedded.

It's like a human eye.

It is clearly the same as the style of the dust beads.

Ling also unintentionally found out, and the moment she saw it, she only felt that her heart was trembling.

The Zagrama clan has been looking for it for generations.

She didn't think about it at all.

You can see it on the dedication to the crown.

But this matter is very important, and she has never seen the appearance of Yun Chenzhu, she still secretly entered the ancestral temple when she was very young, and read it once from the ancient books left by the ancestors of the clan.

So, for a while, she wasn't sure.

But the strange palpitations of these few days made her can't help but give birth to an incomparable hope.

stopped the senior brother, and also wanted to ask him for questions.

But she was worried that if it was just a similar form, wouldn't it make Senior Brother Bai happy.

Over the years, she couldn't remember how many disappointments she had seen from her brother.

Every time I go with confidence.

Outcome......

But it was blow after blow.

She is still very sad, and she still has to protect her and the old foreigner's senior brother, can you imagine how much suffering he suffers in his heart?

It is precisely because of these thoughts.

Therefore, when the senior brother asked just now, she still hesitated at the last moment.

"Spirit?"

He took a few steps in a row.

Sensing that she didn't seem to be keeping up.

The partridge whistle stopped again, looked back, and just saw the little girl's hands and ten fingers intertwined, gently against the center of her eyebrows, and her eyes slightly closed.

A hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

It was a gesture that the Zagrama people used only when praying.

"Here it is, senior brother."

Ling smiled and groaned in response.

She was just praying for the blessing of her ancestors, and it must be true.

If only I could find the dust beads.

And what about them...... And in the future, the clansmen will no longer have to suffer from the pain of demon curses.

The eye light took one last look at the bead that looked like an eye.

Then, he walked briskly towards his senior brother.

Wait for the two of them to pass through a short corridor full of inscriptions.

From a distance, I saw that Chen Yulou and his party were standing in the forest of steles.

As far as the eye can see, the Shangzhen Hall, which is no smaller in scale than the front hall, is densely packed with countless stone monuments.

In addition to this, there are eight frescoed walls in it.

Arranged in the situation of nine palace gossip.

After a cursory look, the inscription on the stele is mostly a tribute to the king's merits, but it is the painting wall, and the color map covering a wide range of information is drawn.

From the cultural economy to the national war.

It's like a historical work of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

"Senior brother, Yelang ......"

Suddenly, the spirit pointed to a wall of paintings, and said in a slightly surprised voice.

The partridge whistle that was looking at the inscription subconsciously turned his head and looked at the majestic picture.

It is clearly depicted as two wars.

One is the ancient Dian Kingdom and the Yelang Kingdom.

It is also the southwest.

The border borders.

There is a constant war between the two small countries.

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"Really."

The reason why they were interested in this small country was because when they were in Bottle Mountain before, if it wasn't for Chen Yulou's dissuasion, the three of them would have almost gone to the tomb of King Yelang.

As for the remaining battle, it was the slaughter of the people of Shalong Mountain.

The picture scroll recorded that it was not much different from their previous guesses.

The partridge whistle let out a turbid breath, then looked no more, and greeted the spirit, and the two passed through the stele forest, and soon reached the center of the hall.

With a few wind lanterns.

I saw an extremely amazing bronze ancient tripod standing in front of him.

How tall is the foot.

There is a tripod lid on the top, six legs below, and the two sides are cast with copper rings of animal ears.

There are still obvious scratch marks on the copper ring.

It seems to be a rope, carried from the bottom of the mountain or from the top of the mountain.

It's hard to imagine how those Yi people did all this thousands of years ago.

But......

Partridge Whistle has traveled north and south over the years.

When crossing the Yangtze River, I saw a hanging coffin in the Baojian Gorge of the Book of Soldiers in Xiling.

At that time, they were on the board of the ship, looking up, on the cliff dozens of feet high, there were coffins one after another, which could even be traced back to the pre-Qin era at the earliest.

According to the boatman, not only Xiling, but also Wushan, Bawu, and bellows are all over the place.

At first he was puzzled.

There are many ancient burial methods, such as water burial, ship burial, and cave burial, he has seen them, but it is the first time that he is buried on the hanging wall, and he is even more confused about how the coffin is put aside.

Later, I still heard from the boatman.

Hanging coffins is a unique custom of the Ba people.

At the top of the mountain, with the help of a suspension mechanism, slowly put down, and enter the cave to complete.

Now it seems that this copper tripod and the beams, steles, and bronze figures in the hall may have been transported in a similar way.

As for the six-legged copper tripod, it is a six-headed half-kneeling unicorn beast.

Covered with knots, covered with scales, looking up to the sky and roaring, it looks lifelike, giving people a sense of vigor and heaviness.

But don't know why.

Such a powerful Dading was painted black.

Merge with the surrounding black fog.

If you don't look closely, you'll almost lose sight of the past.

"Brother Chen, is this a sacrificial tripod?"

Partridge Whistle asked thoughtfully.

This Shangzhen Hall is clearly the style of a sacrificial hall.

Gu Ding stands here, most likely for sacrifice, but I don't know whether it is the sky, Sheji or the god of the Dian Kingdom.

Only one thing is impossible.

That is used by later generations to sacrifice to the king.

Judging from the way all the way, the old thing of Xianwang became an immortal and completely cut off the back road.

"Yes."

Chen Yulou nodded with a sneer.

This is not only a mouthful of sacrifices, but also a mountain of dead corpses in the ding.

When speaking.

Even more impassively, he glanced at the roof of the building.

In the afterglow. A touch of scarlet as blood, fluttering back and forth in the black mist, like a demon.

From the moment he stepped into this room, he sensed a looming strange aura.

At first, he thought it was a wronged soul in Dingzhong, and he died without anger.

Until I caught a glimpse of the red shadow.

He woke up suddenly.

At that time, the tribe of Shalong Mountain, whether it was the patriarch, the great witch, the demon or the ghost woman, were all decapitated by him, and the corpses were put into the ding, boiled and sacrificed to the sky, and the human head was hung on the dome.

and what Long Moye saw in the mountain behind the red deer village that day.

Almost identical.

"Brother Dao, you said that the Ding Zhong boiled the corpse, and the beam was attached to the ghost, can such a fierce method become an immortal?"

Retract your gaze.

Chen Yulou stared at the six amazing unicorn beasts, and suddenly smiled meaningfully.

After being together for so long, Partridge Whistle knows him very well.

Aware of the implication of his words.

The eyebrows instantly surged with murderous aura.

The backhand has already touched the mirror umbrella behind him.

His face was silent, "According to Yang, this kind of behavior is tantamount to Netherworld Purgatory, and it has nothing to do with the word immortal......

"Hahaha, I think it's the same, the house is full of evil demons and ghosts, no matter how immortal the palace is cultivated, it can't hide the monstrous death in it after all."

Hear his words.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but sneer.

At the moment when the monstrous word fell.

In his quiet night eyes, there was a touch of fierce murderous intent.

"Do it!"

Almost instantaneously.

The two people on the left and the right have already jumped up.

The partridge whistle slapped his chest, and there was a sudden sound of iron armor falling under his body, and then two cold lights shot out from under the robe.

It was two hooks.

Wrap around the two copper rings of the bronze ancient tripod in front of him.

The whole person flew up and stepped heavily on the tripod cover.

The moment he landed, the mirror umbrella in his hand was propped open by him with a bang.

The curved blades of the umbrella lie in mid-air, as if separating the dome from the ground.

The other side.

Chen Yulou stepped on the stone monument beside him, like a piece of feathers rising into the air.

When he was still in mid-air, his backhand had already pulled out the dragon scale sword, and the demonic energy in the sword body was surging, and the cold light splashed everywhere, so he slashed towards the top of the hall with a sword.

This scene came too quickly and too suddenly.

So much so that Kunlun, Ling, and the Red Girl on the side didn't know what was going on.

Just subconsciously looked up.

His gaze chased the cold light of the sword qi until it fell to the top of the Ming Tower.

That place, shrouded in black mist.

There's hardly much to see.

But at the moment, at a glance.

On the beam, there was a woman in red with long robes and big sleeves.

The face is obscured by mist.

I could only see a long skirt and a pair of miserable white legs, swaying gently in mid-air.

The dress was scarlet as blood.

But the legs are extremely white.

When the two colors are put together, the gap is even more obvious.

It gives people an indescribable sense of eerie penetration.

Feel the terrifying sword intent that came in the air under him.

The woman in red seemed to have finally come to her senses.

The shaking feet stopped.

No more movement.

The red dress fluttered abruptly, avoiding the sword light.

The sharp sword qi slashed into the beams of the room.

I only heard a bang, and a huge hole was instantly cut on the roof of the Ming Tower.

Meantime.

An eerie laugh rang out.

The laughter is as cold as ice, but it is as treacherous as a fox.

Sounds incredible.

(End of chapter)

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