After encountering a broken bronze guard in the palace passage, after a false alarm, Ye Qin and his party of seventeen or eighteen people continued to walk inside. The monks walked very slowly, and the deeper they walked into the palace of the Imperial Tomb, the greater the suffocating pressure, and when approaching the hall of the inner hall, almost every step they took required great will, otherwise they would turn around and walk away under the weight of the panic.

However, under the great temptation, they finally mustered up the courage and walked down the dark and deep passage. Only in the deepest part of the palace, there was what they wanted there. After a great deal of effort, they are not willing to leave empty-handed.

Out of the passage, it was the entrance to the inner hall, where they saw a ninth-order puppet silver armor guard lying on the ground, this silver armor guard was only about two zhang high, more than half smaller than the bronze armor guard, and its chest was completely sunken, as if it had been destroyed by force.

And around the silver armor guard, there are at least dozens of bones of foundation building monks, which is enough to see what a tragic price the monks who entered the imperial tomb back then paid in order to defeat this silver armor guard.

They carefully bypassed the silver-armored guard, passed through the corridors of the inner sanctum, and finally came to the central hall of the palace.

The hall was empty, with an altar in the middle. The altar was ten feet high, carved with a large number of mysterious runes, and on the top of the altar was a coffin made of azure ice jade.

Looking at the material of the ice coffin, it should be a thousand-year-old ice jade, which is not only hard, but also can keep the body from being damaged for a long time. Through the thick blue ice jade, you can even faintly see the figure of a tall male monk in golden armor lying inside.

Around the altar, there are four abrupt golden pillars, which are very dazzling.

An arm-thick golden chain stretched out from each golden pillar, fiercely penetrating the ice coffin, locking this Xuanbing jade coffin to the altar, one of the golden chains, even penetrating the flesh of the man in the hall, adding a bit of fierce aura to this hall out of thin air.

When Ye Qin saw this ice coffin, he seemed to understand a little.

The mysterious pressure he felt when he entered the palace came from this ice coffin. The figure lying in the ice coffin should be the body of the Infant High-level Monk Saint Emperor, who dominated the Saint Emperor's immortal cultivation realm back then. Except for this legendary Holy Emperor, no one is qualified to lie in this 10,000-year-old Xuanbing jade coffin.

Ye Qin couldn't help but feel shocked, this Holy Emperor had already died, just this incorruptible body, but it could still exude such a suffocating aura, which was incredible.

It's just that Ye Qin is still a little puzzled, the east and west in this hall can be seen at a glance, except for this ice coffin, which is extremely valuable, there is no spiritual treasure. Shi Hanyang, Ma Dongyan, these high-level foundation-building monks, what are they doing here?

Do you want to take the ice coffin away?

Even if you have this idea, you have to have the ability to break the golden chain. He didn't think they had what it took to break the golden chains of the secret art. If this ice coffin was so easy to take away, it would have been taken away by the predecessors a long time ago, and it would not be their turn for these people to do it. Obviously, they didn't come to this imperial palace for this ice coffin. So what are they trying to do?

Ye Qin cautiously looked at the situation around the hall.

The middle of the hall was empty, and there was nothing left to save for an altar, an ice coffin, and four golden pillars with chains.

However, there is a row of steps at the back of the hall, and along the steps there is an inlaid throne on which sits a golden guard. This gold-armored guard was only as tall as a normal man, wearing a sword at his waist, sitting majestically with his eyes closed, without any movement.

Ye Qin looked at the golden armor guard on the throne on the side of the hall, and his eyes shrank sharply. The best ninth-order puppet, this is a puppet equivalent to the peak strength of the ninth layer of Jindan. Then, he was slightly stunned, relaxed his tense nerves, and laughed at himself. "It's all a broken scrap puppet, they don't move, there's nothing to worry about. ”

He looked back at the altar. It's just that I feel uneasy in my heart, and I can't get rid of it.

The monks stood respectfully under the altar, looking up at the ice coffin on the altar and the body of the Holy Emperor in the ice coffin, with complicated expressions.

Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator, in the Spiritual Mist, Heavenly Dome Plain, Wanyue Lake, Chaotic Land and other immortal cultivation worlds, it has been a long, long time since such an unrivaled immortal cultivator has appeared. Even if they were dreaming, they didn't dare to hope that one day, they would be able to become a primordial infant monk.

In fact, the only small extravagant hope they dared to have was to become a Jindan monk. Even such a small extravagant hope, after one or two hundred years of hard work, or even at the cost of one's life, may not be able to achieve it.

When the physical body of such an infant monk appeared in front of their eyes, the complicated taste in their hearts could be imagined. The complex emotions of reverence, envy, and resentment were spinning in their minds, but in the end, they turned into a sigh, and they didn't know what kind of talent and chance they needed to become Yuanying Monks.

The hall was silent for a moment, and the surroundings were unusually quiet.

"You're Coming"

A humming metallic sound echoed abruptly through the palace halls.

The monks were startled and looked around, their eyes resting on the steps on the north side of the hall, and listened to the voice, which came from the throne on the steps north of the hall. I saw the golden-armored guard sitting on the throne, and the golden helmet moved. For some reason, the ruby red on its eyes lit up and shimmered.

"The younger Holy Emperor Immortal Cultivation Realm Sunset Sect Master, Foundation Building Ninth Order Cultivator Shi Hanyang, meet His Majesty the Holy Emperor!" Shi Hanyang's face showed joy, and he bowed to the ground respectfully, kowtowed to the Golden Armor Guard, and said.

Shi Hanyang's sentence "Holy Emperor" almost didn't surprise Ye Qin, as well as several other foundation-building monks who came to this imperial tomb for the first time. The Infant Monk Holy Emperor is still alive?!

Ma Dongyan and the others had come to this imperial mausoleum to build the foundation of the high-level monks, and they were not surprised, but followed Shi Hanyang one by one and fell to the ground.

"The younger Holy Emperor cultivates the immortal realm and cultivates in seclusion, and Ma Dongyan, a ninth-order monk who builds the foundation, meets His Majesty the Holy Emperor. ”

"The younger Holy Emperor cultivates the Immortal Realm Triadic Sect, and Chu Hui, an eighth-order monk who has built the foundation, to meet His Majesty the Holy Emperor. ”

"The younger Holy Emperor cultivator immortal realm monk, the foundation of the eighth-order monk Miao Hai, pay a visit to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. ”

Ye Qin and the new monks were clever, whether it was true or not, they hurriedly followed and bowed and reported their names. In the world of cultivating immortals, where the strong are respected, it is usually difficult for the Zhuji monks to even see the Jindan monks, and it is a supreme honor and great opportunity to be summoned by the Yuanying monks.

Even if it is a Jindan monk, he is willing to pay any price except his life, just to be summoned by the Yuanying monk. As long as he can get a small reminder from the Yuanying Monk, it is enough to outweigh his decades or hundreds of years of penance.

Ye Qin suddenly understood.

Shi Hanyang, Ma Dongyan, and other high-level monks who built the foundation have always been secretive about this inner palace, and they never mentioned the specific situation of the inner palace on the way here. They ventured into the Imperial Tomb through the passage that was opened once in forty or fifty years, through the treacherous Earth Flame Enchantment, and the only real purpose was to meet the Holy Emperor and ask for that opportunity.

Ye Qin's heart was in turmoil, thinking about the whole thing quickly, trying to sort out the clues.

The Holy Emperor Immortal Cultivation Realm was attacked by the cultivators of the Three Realms of Spirit Mist, Heavenly Dome Plain, and Wanyue Lake. Much of the underground tomb was also destroyed, with only a small portion of the palace preserved.

The body of the Holy Emperor was still lying in the ice coffin.

It stands to reason that the Holy Emperor died a long time ago.

But what is surprising is that the Golden Armor Guard puppet can make a sound.

This Golden Armor Guard is a high-level puppet created by the Holy Emperor, and it is impossible for anyone else to command it except the Holy Emperor himself. The Holy Emperor should still be alive,. He can still command this golden guard.

Ye Qin looked at the golden-clothed monk lying in the ice coffin of the altar with a strange expression.

"Shi Hanyang, this emperor remembers that you also came last time, since you have passed the test of the iron armor guard in front of the palace again, then you have the opportunity to pay tribute to this emperor. What kind of tribute did you bring this time, and you want to present it to the emperor. ”

Jin Jiawei's eyes flashed red, staring at Shi Hanyang under the main hall, and hummed.

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, this is a sacrifice from the younger generation. Inside there are precious raw materials that the younger generations have carefully collected for more than 40 years, five pieces of thousand-year-old Xuanmu iron crystals, a thousand-year-old chicken blood spirit stone, ten rare ice and fire dragon fruits, a three-thousand-year-old Poria cocos, and ten medium-grade spirit stones of various systems. ”

Receiving Jin Jiawei's inquiry, Shi Hanyang hurriedly took out a large storage bag from his arms and held it up with both hands.

The other monks next to him all looked at Shi Hanyang in surprise.

The total value of these items donated by Shi Hanyang was at least more than 500,000 lower grade spirit stones, and their value was extraordinary. These items, the average foundation building monk is afraid that he will not be able to collect a small part of them after spending his entire life. Shi Hanyang wanted to dedicate them all to the Holy Emperor.

However, as long as they thought about the purpose of Shi Hanyang's coming here - to break through the bottleneck of Jindan, they were relieved, compared to Jindan Avenue, this tribute was not much. If you can pay these tributes to get a pill, I am afraid that any immortal cultivation sect will rush to send countless treasures here.

With a move, Jin Jiawei took in the big storage bag, opened it, took out one of the Xuanmu Iron Crystals and glanced at it casually, seemed to be quite satisfied, put it away, and looked at Shi Hanyang with a cold red light.

"So what do you want from the Emperor?"

"Knot Jindan!"

Shi Hanyang's face was flushed with red light, he was extremely excited, and his voice trembled. It was all he could put up and all his hopes. The last time he came here, he didn't bring enough tribute, and he missed the opportunity to get a chance.

As a foundation building monk, he now has a lifespan of more than 170 yuan, and in about 30 years, his lifespan will be exhausted. If he can't get the knot pill and carry out the knot pill in the past thirty years, then he is not far from the time of death. He couldn't wait for the next time the imperial tomb was opened, and then he would come to pay tribute. In other words, this is his only chance to get the knot gold pill. Only by knotting Dan can he greatly extend his lifespan by more than 300 years.