Gao Yan's movements were very fast, and soon after Feng Linwan's order was issued, a large number of workers were summoned, and even if they stood on the high place in the palace, they seemed to be faintly able to hear the noise coming from the distant mountains.

The repair of the imperial tomb is filial piety, and all expenses are also paid by the palace treasury, so naturally there is nothing to oppose it.

When night fell, Feng Lin was lying in Concubine Rong's warm and wide arms, and her dreams were sweet.

In a drowsy state, Feng Linwan seemed to hear a gentle call.

"Emperor, Emperor!" The voice was kind, and it seemed to be very familiar.

In the distance, a middle-aged man wearing a red dragon robe, with a majestic face and a smile on the corner of his mouth, was striding towards him.

"Emperor, is it really my emperor?" The middle-aged man looked at Feng Linwan with excited eyes, as if waiting for Feng Linwan's response.

After looking around, Feng Linwan showed a sneer: "You want to use dreams to trick me?

Klu, who had already been tuned by Feng Lin and had no godly majesty, was now manifested in this chaotic dream, revealing his majestic true body.

Tall, terrifying, evil, and immortal through time.

The head of the octopus, the human body, and the whole body are filled with a drowsy and misty atmosphere, and the bat wings behind them are more like two incomparably magnificent dark clouds, shrouded in them, as if directly covering the whole world.

The middle-aged man looked at the majestic god who suddenly appeared with a stiff expression, and his expression was no longer enough to describe it as Honkai.

The next moment, without hesitation, he was about to turn into a little spiritual light and withdraw from Feng Linwan's dream.

Syllable!

The dream seems to be real, and the invisible diaphragm is an impregnable wall for middle-aged people at this time.

Invisible chains emerge from dreams, making the middle-aged bundles strong.

In the roar of the dragon, the appearance of the middle age was broken, and the rapid expansion was a giant turtle with scales and short horns. The giant tortoise controls the waves of water, constantly hitting the original rough and undetailed dream, trying to tear this originally illusory world apart.

But the waves were swallowed up in the sea, and the clouds in the distance became extremely real.

An ancient and gloomy world emerges from the bottom of the sea.

Everything is starting to make it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"I wonder who can enter my dreams and want to bewitch me. It turned out to be you old turtle!" Although Feng Linwan said this, he actually knew for a long time that it was this old turtle who came up with such tricks. He has the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven to protect himself, and the idle spell cannot act on his body, and only the old turtle, a special existence that has been combined with the remnants of the dragon qi of the previous emperors and is closely related to Emperor Jing, can perform this kind of dream technique and sneak into his dreams quietly.

Hearing Feng Linwan's voice, the old turtle who was still struggling suddenly stopped moving, rolled his eyes, and suddenly roared loudly at Feng Linwan: "It turned out to be you kid!"

He obviously recognized Feng Lin Wan from Feng Lin Wan's tone.

Of course... This is also due to Feng Linwan's deliberate failure to hide.

"Wait, you deliberately lured me in! What do you want to do?" the old turtle is not stupid, and can even be said to be very smart. Originally, he just thought that he was the son of heaven and wanted to repair the imperial tomb on a whim. But when he knew Feng Linwan's identity, he was very sure that this was a game that led him to the bait.

The old turtle's body was still locked in the imperial tomb, and it was only his soul that invaded Feng Lin's dream realm at this moment.

"I don't want to do anything, I just have some questions, I can't understand them, and I want you to give me an answer. If you cooperate, I'll let you go before dawn. If not... He will pull you into eternal dreams, never to return. And your physical body will gradually lose its vitality because of the loss of the master of the soul. Feng Lin pointed to Kru who was standing in the waves of the sea and said.

The old turtle glanced at Crewe with great fear, even on the turtle's face, many complex emotions could still be seen.

"What do you want to ask? Old turtle, I am on the road today, so I naturally know everything. The old turtle said very knowingly.

Feng Lin slapped his palms at night, and then said, "Okay! I just want to know, in the imperial mausoleum... How many corpses of previous kings were lost? ”

Dealing with a treacherous person like the old turtle cannot be taken lightly because he seems to be soft.

Therefore, Feng Linwan did not ask the imperial tomb if the emperor's corpse had been lost, but directly affirmed this conclusion, but instead asked how much was lost.

"What?" The old turtle's expression was a little dazed and ignorant, as if he didn't understand Feng Linwan's question for a moment.

"Kru, teach him to be a turtle!" Feng Linwan didn't talk nonsense, and waved his hand at the tall figure.

In the next moment, the wild waves turned into dozens of tentacles, burrowed through the cracks in the old turtle's shell, and then whipped.

The pain intensified by the dream made the old turtle miserable.

"I said! Stop fighting! I said! There were nine corpses in total, and nine emperor corpses were lost. The old turtle said.

Feng Linwan nodded in combination with the picture he had seen through the Crewe Bar before.

He wasn't lying.

"Tell me, who stole the emperor's corpse, and what kind of cooperation do you have with that person?" Feng Linwan actually had a conclusion in his heart, but he needed to guide the old turtle and say something he didn't know.

Now that he has opened his mouth, the old turtle is not a resolute person who has a firm position and will not let go, so he said frankly: "It's Cheng Penghai, Cheng Penghai, a scholar of the dynasty." Ten years ago, he went up the mountain to find me, made a deal with me, and took the nine emperor corpses with him. ”

"Then what benefits does he promise you?" Feng Linwan then asked.

The old turtle hung his head and said, "He gave me a codex." ”

"What codex?" Feng Linwan continued to ask.

"Twelve hundred years ago, the cultivation codex of the Yunkong Dao people recorded how to break through from seeing gods to the mystery of the five clouds. The old turtle confessed.

Then the old turtle said, "If you are interested, let the old man go back to me, and the old man will give you the codex at once." ”

Feng Linwan sneered: "No, I believe in you very much, so... You're right here, write it out silently!"

It's the world of dreams, and no matter how real it may be because of Crewe, it's always just a dream.

Here, as long as the old turtle is willing to be exposed, then it only takes him a thought to gather a book and turn the codex in his memory into substance.

The old turtle seemed to want to struggle, but when Kru approached him, he trembled all over, and felt an indescribable terror, and before he had time to think about it, he made something out of nothing, and in front of Feng Linwan, a black codex was condensed.

took the codex, and Feng Linwan opened it directly.

What is recorded in the codex is not only the cultivation experience, but also the experiences of some Yunkong Dao people in the past, and so on.

When he turned to one of the pages, Feng Lin was slightly stunned, he seemed to have found the answer in it.

"Nine Emperor Pilgrimage Mantra... It seems that Cheng Penghai used this technique to curse and kill the first emperor. And now... And he will do the same, and get rid of me. ”

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