In the palace passage, they encountered a broken bronze guard, and after a false alarm, they continued to walk inside. The monks walked very slowly, and the deeper they walked into the palace, the greater the suffocating pressure, and when they approached the hall of the inner hall, they needed great will to take almost every step, otherwise they would only turn around and walk away under the pressure of panic.

However, under the great temptation, they finally plucked 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.

Through the passage of the Imperial Tomb, they arrived at the inner hall of the Imperial Tomb, 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 guard, there are at least dozens of bones that build a foundation and repair the soil, 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, 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 this 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 azure ice jade, a tall man in a golden robe could be faintly seen lying inside.

On the four sides of 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 dark ice jade coffin to the altar, and one of the golden chains even penetrated the flesh of the man in the coffin, adding a bit of ferocity to the 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 Holy Emperor, a high-level monk 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 was incredible that it could exude such a suffocating aura in one day.

It's just that Ye Qin is still a little puzzled, the things in this hall can be seen at a glance, except for this ice coffin, which is extremely valuable, there are no spiritual treasures. Shi Hanyang, Ma Dongyan, these high-level foundation building monks, what do they want to do 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 the ability to break the golden chains of this 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 on the north side of the hall, and along the steps there is an inlaid throne on which sits a golden armor. This golden armor guard is only as tall as a normal man, with a golden sword at his waist, and he sits majestically with his eyes closed, without any movement.

Ye Qin looked at this golden armor guard, 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, which is three and a half levels higher than the strength of the iron armor guard.

Then, he was stunned for a moment, 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.

Zhong Xiutu 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 a complicated expression.

Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator, in the Spiritual Mist, Heavenly Dome Plain, Wanyue Lake, Chaos Land and other immortal cultivation realms, has not appeared for a long time. Even if they were dreaming, they didn't dare to hope that one day, they would be able to become a primordial infant monk. Such a powerful immortal cultivator is usually only recorded in some classics.

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

When the physical body of an infant monk appeared in front of them, the complicated taste in their hearts could be imagined. Reverence, envy, resentment..... these complex emotions turned around in their minds, but in the end they turned into a sigh, not knowing what kind of talent and chance they needed to become Yuanying Monks.

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

"You're one!"

A humming metallic sound echoed abruptly through the palace halls.

The monks were startled and looked around, their eyes fixed on the steps to the north. The voice just now came from the throne of the steps north of the dog hall. A golden-armored guard sat on a throne, and the golden helmet moved. Somehow, the ruby red on its eyes lit up, giving off a twinkle of light.

"The younger Holy Emperor Cultivating Immortal Realm Sunset Sect Master, the ninth-order cultivator Shi Hanyang, greets His Majesty the Holy Emperor!" Shi Hanyang's face showed joy, and he bowed to the ground respectfully, kowtowing to the golden armor guard.

Shi Hanyang's ~ sentence "Meet His Majesty the Holy Emperor" almost didn't surprise Ye Qin and several other foundation-building monks who came to this imperial tomb for the first time. That Golden Armor Guard, is the Yuanying Monk Holy Emperor?

Ma Dongyan and the other ten high-level monks who had come to this imperial tomb were not surprised, but quickly followed Shi Hanyang and fell to the ground one by one.

"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 several other foundation-building monks who came here for the first time, whether it was true or not, hurriedly followed and bowed and reported their respective names.

And no matter where they originally came from, they all obediently claimed to be monks of the "Holy Emperor Immortal Cultivation Realm" in order to win the favor of this Holy Emperor.

In the immortal cultivation world, where the strong are respected, it is usually difficult for the foundation building monks to even see the Jindan monks, and it is a supreme honor and a great opportunity to be summoned by the Yuanying cultivator of this immortal cultivation realm. It's no different from picking up a pie that falls from the sky.

Even if it is a Jindan cultivator, ± is willing to pay any price other than 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 a lot of things that he had been puzzled about before.

Shi Hanyang, Ma Dongyan, and other high-level monks who built the foundation have always been secretive about the inner palace of the imperial mausoleum, and they never mentioned the specific situation of the inner palace on the way here. Through the passage that is opened once in forty or fifty years, these monks passed through the treacherous Earth Flame Enchantment, braved great danger to defeat the Iron Guard, and broke into the Imperial Tomb, the only purpose was to meet the Holy Emperor and ask for that chance of immortality.

Ye Qin's mind had been affected by this sudden situation, and he tried his best to calm down, thinking about the whole thing, 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 this Xuanbing jade coffin.

It stands to reason that the Holy Emperor would have died a long time ago, otherwise his physical body would not have been lying in the ice coffin.

But what is surprising is that the Golden Guard puppet is able to 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. In other words, the Holy Emperor should still be alive and able to repair the broken puppets. It's just that this Holy Emperor has lived a little too long, right?

Ye Qin's mind was confused.

However, he knew one thing, at least this golden armor guard who could speak could never be faked.

Ye Qin looked at the legendary Holy Emperor lying in the ice coffin of the altar with a strange expression, this Holy Emperor should be using his divine sense to control the Golden Armor Guard.

"Shi Hanyang, this Holy Emperor remembers that you were here last time. ．，... Now that you have passed the test of the Iron Guard in front of the palace again, you are eligible to make an offering to this Holy Emperor. What offerings did you bring with you this time that you want to offer to this Holy Emperor?"

Jin Jiawei's eyes flashed red, staring at Shi Hanyang below the hall, and said in a humming voice.

"Your Majesty, this is a gift from the younger generation. There are precious raw materials collected by the younger generations for more than 40 years, five 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 ..... and a thousand 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 the 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 Shi Hanyang's purpose of coming here to break through the bottleneck of Jindan one by one, they were relieved, compared to Jindan Avenue, this offering was not much. If you can make these offerings, I am afraid that any immortal cultivation sect will rush to send countless belongings here.

With a move, Jin Jiawei took the big storage bag in the air, opened it, took out one of the Xuanmu iron crystals, glanced at it casually, put it away, and looked at Shi Hanyang with a cold red light.

"So what do you want from this Holy 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 offerings with him, and he missed the opportunity to get a chance.

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

(To be continued)