Xianyang, the capital of Qin, the ancestral dragon palace of the first emperor. Nine days to open the palace, all the nations to worship the crown!

Wang Cheng entered the Mausoleum of the First Emperor through the Green Dragon Halberd, that is, the Ancestral Dragon's Cave, but when he called Taichu, he couldn't get an answer from Taichu, which made Wang Chengfeng feel a little more uneasy.

"What the hell is going on, it won't be hanging up when Taichu came in, right?" Wang Chengfeng said with some concern.

When he looked at the Green Dragon Halberd, he found that the grade of the Green Dragon Halberd had not fallen, so he knew that Taichu was fine, and he wondered: "Could it be that Taichu is restricted by the rules here and can't appear?"

"Ancestral Dragon Dream, the awake one lives, and the drunk one dies!" Wang Chengfeng was puzzled, and suddenly another thought came.

"Everyone is awake and I am drunk, and everyone is drunk and I am awake. When this idea came, an idea also came from the space ring that the wisp of the soul of the Qinglong Divine Beast gave to Wang Chengfeng, as if it resonated with another idea, but this idea sounded very free.

Wang Chengfeng was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out the space ring to look at it, but the space ring did not move again. It made him put away the space ring stupidly, and wondered: "Ancestral Dragon Dream? Could it be that I am staying in Ancestral Dragon's sleep now?"

"Don't think about it too much, let's go around first. Wang Chengfeng made a decision, and as always, he wanted to explore the spirit first. As a result, as soon as the soul was released, it was as if countless needles had pierced into Wang Chengfeng's sea of consciousness, making Wang Chengfeng feel painful.

"Damn!" Wang Chengfeng retracted his soul and cursed secretly.

The spirit was useless, and Wang Chengfeng walked in the city.

At a glance, the scale of this city is magnificent, and the streets are full of traffic and people, which shows the prosperity of the city. This city, even if it is placed in the glorious history of China, is definitely at the level of the imperial capital.

Further on, not far away is the city gate, where several exquisitely crafted battle flags flutter in the wind on the city tower.

On the battle flag, there is a strange text.

This character looks so familiar, it seems to be a seal script. Wang Chengfeng muttered to himself.

In the past, when Wang Chengfeng was addicted to online games, in order to engage in some non-mainstream, he downloaded Martian script, seal script, official script, cursive script and other fonts, so he had some impressions of the font on the battle flag.

Wang Chengfeng also knew that the seal book was divided into large seals and small seals. The big seal nail bone inscription, the golden script, the Zhou script, the Six Kingdoms script, the small seal is the common script of the Qin State, after the unification of the first emperor, collectively called the "small seal".

"Could it be that this is Xianyang?" After all, it came from the mausoleum of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, and the scale of this city was no less than that of the imperial capital, so Wang Chengfeng suddenly thought of the word "Xianyang".

In order to confirm his thoughts, Wang Chengfeng walked out of the city gate, wanting to see the words on the city gate.

Out of the city gate, there were really two words on the city gate.

"Yes, this is Xianyang!" Wang Chengfeng said with great certainty.

Xianyang, the capital of Qin, was one of the largest and most prosperous cities in the world at that time.

Since the ancestral dragon is related to the first emperor, it is very likely that the ancestral dragon's inheritance is in the imperial palace in Xianyang.

Perhaps, this is also the key to getting out of the ancestral dragon's dream.

Thinking of this, Wang Chengfeng did not hesitate, and Edgeworth flew towards the city.

As soon as he entered the city, there was a rush of shouts outside the city: "Langya urgently, idle people wait to get out of the way!" Langya urgent report, idle people wait to get out of the way......!"

Wang Chengfeng stopped his flying sword and looked back, only to see a herald dressed in armor and riding a strong horse rushing towards the city. He grabbed the reins of the horse in one hand and a gold medal in the other, and kept shouting.

The nearby guards and civilians seemed to be afraid of the herald, and hurriedly let him go.

The herald ignored them directly, and the horse galloped past with a few "clicks" under his crotch.

"Langya!Xu Fu!" Wang Chengfeng suddenly thought of something and shouted, and hurriedly followed with Edgeworth.

About half a pillar of incense, before the palace arrived, five or six monks suddenly appeared around Wang Chengfeng, all of whom were disciples of Taijimen.

They first looked around, and then at their transparent bodies, and each of them had varying degrees of confusion on their faces.

"How did you get in?" Seeing them, Wang Chengfeng suddenly had a bad premonition, so he suppressed the urge to go to the palace, put away his sword and landed, and asked a disciple of Tianpeng Peak.

"Uncle Qiyu, we were teleported from that dungeon. The disciples of Tianpeng Peak were overjoyed when they saw Wang Chengfeng, and said respectfully to Wang Chengfeng.

Sure enough, it seems that Hao Zhengjun and Zhou Peng have also come in. Wang Chengfeng frowned, thinking that it was the Qinglong Halberd that opened the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, just so that they also arrived here.

As long as he thought that Hao Zhengjun and Zhou Peng were also here, Wang Chengfeng couldn't be happy. When he saw the disciples of Tianpeng Peak around him, he pretended to laugh and said, "Why don't you see Senior Brother Hao and the other disciples?"

The disciple of Tianpeng Peak scratched his head and said, "It seems that we were separated on the way in. ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of the Tianpeng Peak disciple were full of fear, and it seemed that he was recalling an extremely terrifying thing. The disciple said, "Senior Uncle, I heard that you came in and encountered a Yin soldier borrowing the Dao. At first, all the disciples didn't believe it when Uncle Hao told us about it, but we really met on the way!"

"The result?" asked Wang Chengfeng.

"As a result, there are only a thousand people left of more than 10,000 disciples in a few breaths, and it is the result of the leaders of each peak telling us not to act rashly!" said the Tianpeng Peak disciple with a stiff tongue.

Wang Chengfeng was speechless when he heard the result of "......", it was hard for him to imagine that more than 10,000 monks were brutally slaughtered one by one in a few breaths. Perhaps, except for geniuses, the disciples recruited by Taijimen this year are almost gone.

However, although Xianyang City is large, for monks who can fly to the sky, it is not a trouble to find a monk who does not deliberately dodge.

What's more, since thousands of people have entered, Wang Chengfeng doesn't believe that the inheritance of the ancestral dragon's lair is so easy to obtain. Then if you can think of going to the palace to find it, so can the other monks.

All go to the palace, I'm afraid that no one will get any benefits.

In this way, Wang Chengfeng was not in a hurry to go to the palace. He only wanted to find a secluded place to cultivate, and let the others fight openly and secretly first.

"Alas, Xu Fu Dongdu, the first emperor should be approaching. Wang Chengfeng sighed.

At this time, the other disciples of several peaks also discovered Wang Chengfeng, and they seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and they surrounded Wang Chengfeng together, wanting to move forward with Wang Chengfeng.

Wang Chengfeng refused, and reflexively walked out of the city.

Several other disciples wanted to go to the palace to find out, so they didn't follow Wang Chengfeng and rushed to the palace.

On the other side, Wang Chengfeng was walking, and suddenly woke up and said: "No, in addition to the Imperial Palace, the inheritance of the Ancestral Dragon's Cave may also be in the Afang Palace!"