Standing on the third floor, looking down from the top, I saw that the first layer was neatly placed with terracotta figurines, open my sense, and there were at least 100,000 terracotta figurines as far as the eye could see.

Each terracotta figurine has a different expression. There are soldiers, there are captains, and there are generals. These soldiers terracotta figurines, every thousand people are in a formation, and in front of each phalanx, there is a non-commissioned officer with the rank of captain standing in front. And in front of every fifth phalanx there was a general on horseback.

The generals had different expressions and basically different weapons.

But if you look closely, you will see that everyone, including the generals' eyes, is looking up, and their gaze is on the four chairs made of gold in the very center of the second floor.

These four chairs, each of which is carved with nine five-clawed golden dragons, are the dragon chairs, and the carving styles of these four dragon chairs are also different.

On top of the four dragon chairs, there were four people sitting, each wearing a dragon robe, and each of them had a different appearance.

Obviously, the four dragon chairs are not the same person.

Yang Fan jumped down and came to the second layer, and the situation on the second layer came into view, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is..."

Yang Fan looked up and down at the statues on the four dragon chairs, and he found that these statues were different from the statues on the first floor.

The statue on the first floor is a dead thing, and on the dragon chair, Yang Fan found that it can be lodged by the soul, but only for a short time. And Yang Fan also found that the statue on the fourth dragon chair had been boarded not long ago.

"What's going on? Could it be that there are other living people in this tomb?"

While speaking, Yang Fan came to the fourth dragon chair and stretched out his hand to touch it.

Airplanes!

Just as Yang Fan touched the statue on the dragon chair, a soul power rippled out from the fourth coffin on the third floor.

"It's not !! good"

Yang Fan suddenly had a bold idea.

In a moment, Yang Fan burst out at full speed, came to a corner of the tomb, and the hand speed of the ninth-level array mage quickly activated the spell, and in just two seconds, he arranged a seventh-level hidden formation, and then walked into it, covering all his breath.

Airplanes!

In the blink of an eye, that soul power walked through the entire tomb, and found nothing out of the ordinary.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the fourth coffin on the third floor, and the voice was not angry and arrogant, making people unconsciously want to kneel.

"Who disturbs my rest!"

The lid of the fourth coffin slowly opened, and the coffin rubbed violently against the coffin lid, making a gurgling sound, which made people numb.

When the coffin was fully opened, a dry hand was on the edge of the coffin, and on his finger, there was also a white jade wrench symbolizing the emperor, and a five-clawed dragon was carved on the wrench.

Then a somewhat dehydrated corpse sat up.

The dried corpse was emaciated, and his skin was somewhat dark due to dehydration. The eyes were sunken and bloodless, and they did not look like the bodies of living people at all.

Yang Fan, who was far away in the corner of the tomb, clearly saw that the person sitting up was a dead man, and he had been dead for at least 5,000 years. It seems that Shou Yuan died of exhaustion, so Yang Fan had already guessed the identity of this person.

Kim Jung-ye, the fourth emperor of Kim Won-kook.

Normally, if a person's body is dead, then it means that that person is also dead. However, this is the world of cultivating immortals, and the physical body does not represent death in the true sense.

Yang Fan could see that although the body of the fourth Golden Emperor of this game had died, it was still controlled by Jin Zhengye, but the cultivation of this corpse was very low, only in the Jindan period, except for the physical strength, there was no difference from the Jindan stage monks.

As for why Jin Zhengye is not completely dead, it's just that because Jin Zhengye's soul power is very strong, it didn't dissipate immediately after his longevity was exhausted, and the formation of the imperial tomb slowed down the speed of disappearance. It's just that with the passage of time, even the formation that protects the Imperial Tomb can't completely stop the disappearance of the soul power.

Five thousand years have passed, and most of Jin Zhengye's soul power has disappeared, and the soul of the Mahayana period is now only in the early stage of the tribulation, and it is still very fragile, and if you don't pay attention to it, you may be wiped out.

Depending on the situation, it won't take a hundred years for Kim Jung-ye's soul to completely disappear and completely disappear.

In the fourth coffin, Kim Jung-ye slowly stood up, flew down, came to the fourth dragon chair, and with a wave of his big hand, the dry body merged with the statue.

It didn't take long for a red-faced and energetic Kim Jung-ye to slowly open his eyes on the dragon chair.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Kim Jung-ye frowned.

"This body is getting weaker and weaker. It's been 5,000 years, and why hasn't there been a single one that meets my requirements?"

With that, Kim Zhengye got up and closed his eyes to sense the surroundings.

"Why is there a smell of life?"

Kim Jung-ye twitched his nose and sniffed.

"A hundred years have passed, and presumably, today is the day when the trial begins. ”

Kim Jung-ye opened his eyes again, his eyes were glowing with golden light, and then with a wave of his big hand, a light curtain appeared in front of Kim Jung-ye, and a picture appeared in the light curtain.

This picture Yang Fan is very familiar with, it is the picture of Yang Fan entering the imperial tomb at the beginning.

As soon as Jin Zhengye's dragon robe was flicked, some delicacies and fine wine flew from nowhere, and they were placed on the copywriting in front of the dragon chair in the blink of an eye. Jin Zhengye sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and quickly stuffed the food one by one into his mouth with both hands, regardless of whether he choked or not, and drank a glass of wine again, without the shelf that the emperor still had.

"Not bad, not bad. I haven't eaten it for a hundred years, and it still tastes so good. ”

Kim Jung-ye's eyes looked at the light curtain again.

At this time, the light curtain perspective has come to the scene where the fifth prince Jin Wenbin enters the second level.

"This son is Jianhua's fifth son, Wenbin?"

Kim Zhengye stared at Kim Wenbin, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I didn't expect that among Jianhua's sons, there is such a talented person, which is really a blessing for Jin Yuanguo, and even more fortunate for me Jin Zhengye. ”

Suddenly, Kim Jung-ye showed a weird smile, staring at Jin Wenbin with an unkind face.

"Hopefully, you won't let me down. ”

Kim Jung-ye laughed out loud.

At the same time, in the second level of the Imperial Mausoleum, tonight, Jin Wenbin walked into the second level alone, and was taken away with the magic weapon refined on the spot. Others, including Yang Fan, couldn't enter, and no one knew what the content was, only that Jin Wenbin had been staying inside for a whole day, and after coming out, he was depressed, and his strength in the middle of the merger had dropped to the early stage of the merger.

The third level is also a magic weapon for refining, but outsiders can't make a move at this level, so it can only be done by Jin Wenbin.

It took more than ten minutes, and Jin Wenbin fought hard to get into trouble with a serious injury.

At this moment, a majestic low voice came from all directions.

"The fifth prince Jin Wenbin broke through the third level, and if he succeeded, please enter the passage and accept the reward given by the ancestors. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden stone door opened on a wall, and the stone door was cold and gloomy, and his divine sense could not penetrate it.

Jin Wenbin didn't say a word, and stepped in directly.