"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

A crack opened as the stone door slowly opened.

A few guys subconsciously wanted to look behind the door.

But two deep voices sounded in the narrow corridor almost at the same time.

It was Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle.

They seemed to notice something, and their faces sank.

The partridge whistle under the star gate pushed the mirror umbrella in his hand forward, and the umbrella surface turned straight, as if an invisible cyclone had opened in front of him.

Splash water does not enter.

It also keeps out the black mist that overflows through the crack in the door.

"Wujiao!"

"It's a pig, get out of here."

It's all old rivers and lakes, and you can see at a glance that something is wrong.

How dare everyone stay longer, before the formation changes, the head of the palace, and the back of the Yongdao when they come and go quickly.

Different from the above Huixian Palace, the Xuan Palace of the King has been sealed with dust for more than 2,000 years, and it does not circulate with the air, and the yin and evil dead gas accumulated in it is more toxic than the evaporated mercury.

Once inhaled into the body.

In the worst case, he was killed on the spot, and his body turned into a pool of blood.

Even if you are lucky enough to leave a life, your skin is ulcerated, and your internal organs are damaged, you will have to live in pain for the rest of your life.

The people in the inverted bucket call the tomb shrouded in black mist of corpse gas as a black cellar.

The cellar is the meaning of the pigpen.

The black one is black.

That's why it's called the black barricade.

The four factions have their own ways to deal with Wujiao, but generally speaking, they leave enough time to ventilate and ventilate.

However, there are downsides to this.

Once the ancient tomb has been closed for a long time, once air enters, murals, ancient books, or silver and jade will be oxidized in an instant.

Especially the mural text.

It records the life of the tomb owner and even the location of the treasure.

It's a pity that there are no gas masks these days, and it's also a helpless move.

"Senior brother!"

Yu Guang noticed that everyone had retreated behind him, and the partridge whistle immediately closed the five orifices, and closed the mirror umbrella in his hand, and at the same time whispered to the old foreigner who followed closely behind.

"Yes, senior brother."

The old foreigner has been by his side for many years, and all his skills are passed on by his senior brother.

They have already reached the point of heart-to-heart communication with each other.

In a word, a glance can be communicated.

I saw that he quickly took off the kettle on his waist, pulled out the wooden cork, and put the spout of the kettle in front of the fire fold in his hand, and opened his mouth to blow.

Whoop -

In a flash.

The spout suddenly burst into flames.

Strangely, the fire was completely different from what you usually saw, and it was a turquoise hue like grass and trees.

But the results are striking.

Connected with the black mist that overflowed behind the door.

It's like snow under the scorching sun, melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pungent smell that permeated the corridor was also suppressed by a medicinal fragrance.

Chen Yulou's heart moved, he sniffed lightly, only to feel a shock in his spirit, and his whole body was smooth.

"Secret medicine?"

Before he was in Bottle Mountain, before going to the fight, except for the detoxification drugs he had prepared in advance, as well as the grass ghost sand that Ma Guan brought back from Miao Village, everyone had pills in their mouths.

It is made of the Spirit.

In the past, she only knew that she was well versed in pharmacology, and everywhere she went, she would pick elixirs.

After practicing Aoki Gong.

He is also proficient in the elixir of plants and trees in the world.

At this moment, after feeling it carefully, it was impossible to tell which drugs were contained in it for a while.

It is conceivable how deep the attainments of the people in the mountains are in the medicine road.

"Brother Chen, you can go to the grave."

When the black fog cleared and was confirmed, Partridge Whistle breathed a sigh of relief.

Put away the mirror umbrella and whispered.

The tone is not hurried, but it exudes an incomparable confidence.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou subconsciously sensed it with his divine sense, and the inside and outside of the star gate were indeed clear, and there was no black fog overflowing.

Seeing this, he became more and more curious.

"Brother Dao, this is?"

"Clear air."

Partridge Whistle smiled faintly.

Although the name is similar to Taiyinsan.

However, this object was not found from the tomb, but was fired by the predecessors of the mountain in order to invert the bucket.

Even in the beginning, it wasn't to deal with Wujiao.

It's an ancient corpse in a coffin.

They have been looking for dust beads for generations, and the first prophets deduced a little at the cost of their lives.

But I really know that the dust bead was swallowed in the mouth as a jade, or in the Song Dynasty, the predecessors of the mountain moved from the Yellow River tomb to find a stone tablet, from the inscription.

It's just that the ancient corpse is corrupted in the coffin, and the corpse is highly poisonous.

In the past generations, many mountain movers have been hit by tricks and ended up in a miserable end.

In order to pry the mouth to find the pearl, without being attacked by corpse gas.

Only then did he combine several elixirs and develop Qingqi San.

It's just that for thousands of years, in the hands of generations of mountain movers, the role of clearing qi has also been continuously amplified.

The old foreigner's kettle never leaves his body.

but never used to drink.

It is used to deal with unexpected situations during pathfinding.

"I see......"

Hearing his brief description, Chen Yulou suddenly realized.

Sure enough, throughout the ages, after twenty-three dynasties, none of the people who can stand out from the inverted bucket sect that is as vast as mud and sand are ordinary people.

This kind of secret method is unknown in the mountain-moving faction.

You can imagine the depth of the heritage.

"Pathfinder!"

Didn't dwell too much on it.

Chen Yulou glanced at a few unloading wrestlers outside his body.

Several people immediately raised their shields and carried lanterns through the Star Gate, behind which was a stone path carved out of the cliff wall, somewhat similar to the path they had taken from the gourd mouth to the burial pit.

But when they held up the lamp and looked intently.

In the darkness below, countless brilliant golden lights were transmitted, bright and uncertain.

"Wait, what's that?"

"I'll go down and have a look."

The black fog here was so deep that the wind lamps in their hands were too faint to illuminate the whole picture.

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I could only faintly perceive that there seemed to be a cave under me.

But no further back then can see anything clearly.

A horse-faced man put the grass shield on the spot and said calmly to a few people.

Immediately, he held the wind lantern in his backhand and the box cannon in his right hand, and quickly circled down the stone path.

It's just that......

When he landed and approached the flickering light, he realized that they were all gold.

Broken gold, gold cakes, as well as pine cranes and clouds made of pure gold, and a herd of elks were piled up on the ground at will, and countless holes were carved out of the rock wall in front of them.

Inside, there are jade rings, jade bibs and turquoise.

"God, you're rich."

For a moment, his eyes were straight.

Although he had long expected the pile of gold and jade in the Xuan Palace, what he saw in front of him was still a little beyond his expectations.

There are so many bright instruments.

It made him suddenly feel like he had entered the royal treasury.

"Quick, go and inform the chief, just say that the bottom is the burial pit for the king, and his mother's is full of bright weapons."

"Go!"

He swallowed heavily.

Without hesitation, the man shouted at the brothers above his head.

"Bright ......"

How dare a few people on top hesitate.

immediately returned to the door and passed the news to Chen Yulou.

"Burial pit?"

Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows.

Xianwang Xuangong is a typical hollow-shaped tomb pattern in the Qin and Han dynasties, from the outside to the inside, the Ming Vessel Pit, the Sansheng Bridge, the Accompanying Burial Pit, and the deepest part is his main tomb.

Looks like he's doing a good job.

From Lingyun Palace, there is indeed a tomb road leading directly underground.

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

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

The group of people who couldn't wait for a long time hesitated and immediately rushed in.

Wait on top of the cliff.

Leaning over and looking up, there were already lights lit up in the underground cavern, dispelling some of the darkness slightly.

There are a total of three connected caves underneath.

Slightly different from the interlocking of Bottle Mountain, the caves here are connected to each other to form a loop.

They were located right above the hole.

At this moment, with the flickering firelight below, Chen Yulou really saw the mountains of bright weapons in the cave.

Gold, silver and jade, as well as bronze artifacts.

In one of the caves, there are white bones everywhere.

When the group went down the stone road and took a closer look, they found that they were not human bones, but the bones of horses, deer, and various birds and animals.

On the cliff wall of the burial pit, many niches have also been carved out.

However, it was not a jade silk in it, but a blade.

Hollow slots, bladed axes, and long knives.

The old foreigner was happy to see the hunting, and stepped forward to try it, but it was a pity that the Xuangong Palace was not as good as the Huixian Palace, which had been eroded by the earth's qi for two thousand years, and those swords and soldiers had already decayed.

It shatters almost at the slightest touch.

"Don't move, watch out for pins."

Partridge Whistle glanced at him and admonished.

The old foreigner smiled, clenched the Miao knife at his waist, and didn't care.

"Brother Dao, let's go, take a look ahead."

Although the burial pit has countless gold and silver, it is not taken seriously by a few people.

For them, opening the coffin and seeking wealth is only the first step.

What's more, the partridge whistle is still thinking about the things recorded on the Zhenling genealogy, how can he have the heart to touch the gold and take the jade.

"Okay."

A few guys were clearing the way ahead.

The old foreigner is holding a mirror umbrella and holding a Miao knife to protect the formation.

Passing through the corridor between the caves, the front suddenly opens up.

But the fog is getting deeper.

I could only faintly see the figures of people standing, as well as chariots and horses.

The group immediately understood.

This is supposed to be the tunnel, the place where the tomb door is connected to the burial chamber.

Those bronze chariots and horses represent the identity of the king during his lifetime, and he is the general in charge of the army or the king of a country.

When a few people looked intently, the guy who opened the way had already drilled into the bronze array.

The braziers hidden in them were lit, and the flames rose into the sky, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

In the middle of the bronze people and horses on both sides is a bluestone paved road.

Enough for a horse-drawn carriage to pass.

"Shopkeeper, there are three bridges ahead, the brothers are not sure, please go and have a look."

Soon, the guy who explored the path first had returned.

"It's the Third World Bridge, it seems that the king of Xian has really put a lot of thought into becoming an immortal, and every step is extremely detailed, and there is no mistake."

Chen Yulou smiled.

There has long been a saying about the Sansheng Bridge.

Because people have the theory of past lives, this life, and the next life, if they want to be transcendent, they must cross the three lives and get rid of the mortal body.

The group did not delay any longer, and walked quickly through the bronze chariot and horse.

It's just that.

Just past the end of the road.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yulou sensed a majestic and terrifying aura rushing towards his face.

It's bitterly cold.

Blowing on the cheeks actually gives people the feeling of a knife scraping.

"What a heavy!"

Not only him, but the partridge whistle frowned.

If you say that the Lingyun Palace is overhead, it does have a bit of the atmosphere of the immortal mansion.

This is the complete secluded palace of the underworld.

"It's supposed to be a bad mouth."

Chen Yulou's eyes flickered, and a pair of night eyes seemed to be able to see through the fog and go straight under the Third World Bridge.

He could clearly perceive it.

The cloudy air in front of him converged from under the bridge and condensed into an invisible wind.

Once the bridge is crossed.

will be killed by evil spirits.

If the eight characters are hard enough, or the blood is strong, they are naturally fearless.

But if the eight characters are yin, the body is weak, the mind is uncertain, and the wind blows, the mind is lost, and even the life lamp on the shoulder is extinguished, and the body trembles and falls under the bridge.

It's a dead end.

This is also the horror of the Sanseko Bridge.

The Huangquan River in the Netherworld, the Yin people walk on the Sansheng Bridge.

(End of chapter)

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