Chapter 893, tomb of the emperor

The hand of the immortal jumped and shook, and the volume was reduced. The and the index finger were like two legs. When I came to Li Mu, they were quite anthropomorphic, and they had two thumbs, a thumb and a little thumb. As with the two arms, flexibly compare what is being drawn.
Li Mu and Wang Yan have a pair of eyes and are inexplicable.
Can not Understand it.
What is this in the plan?
How do you feel that this 'hand of the immortal' is a little unfair?
"It seems to be saying, let us go with it?" Wang Yan touched the temple.
He picked up Li Mu.
The immortal palm is really a ‘leading party’ and looks ahead.
It seems to be very familiar with the route of this area, twists and turns, with Wang Yanyi walking through the fairy palace, many remote roads, many palace wall corners, I thought there was no way, the result is still able to walk through.
The most peculiar thing is that some of the sacred palaces can also be controlled by the ‘Imperial Palm’, and they are transmitted safely.
In the end, the group came to a three-story hall overlooking the dome, which was in front of the dome. In front of many towering halls, the hall was not so strange, even low, the only difference was the color. It is distinct and distinct from the surrounding white marble buildings.
A long horse road with sculptures similar to the civil and military officials on both sides. The civil servant holds the ivory version, the military officer holds the sword, and the Chinese watch stone pillar, which is 12 to the left and right, and is discharged to the hall.
Follow the road and enter the interior of the hall.
It is cold and solemn.
The inner wall is like a stone wall, engraved with all kinds of patterns, there are fairy banquets, clouds and fog, there are heavenly battles, hunting, priests, water control, dance, music, etc., as if it is a chronicle same.
At this time, Li Mu was already sleepy and very insane. He did not have the spirit to observe these murals.
Wang Yanyi pressed his inner anxie and said: "Is it safe here? Is there a way to treat Li Xiong?"
The slight vibration of the rust sword reveals the anxiety of Wang Yanyi at this time.
The ‘Imperial Palm’ came to the depths of the hall in a few steps.
It’s really like a king’s place to deal with politics. The deepest part is a throne of Kowloon. It is magnificent, golden, with nine five-pronged golden dragons on the armrests and backrests. It looks like a living, in a faint golden light. Keep on moving, not sure.
I don't know what the 'Imperial Palm' did. Suddenly, the nine-pronged golden dragon survived and flew inside the hall, and the golden light was great.
Just look at the position of the original throne, there is a black hole, followed by a stepped ramp that spreads underground. The cold and chilly chill out of the hole, and I don't know where to extend.
"Snapped!"
‘Imperial Palm’ snapped a finger and then pointed at the hole and jumped to make a gesture of 'please’.
Wang Yan bite his teeth, clench his rust sword, hold a rust sword in one hand, and Li Mu, who has been completely fainted in one hand, first entered the black hole.
In his own heart, there is no plan. At this time, only the dead horse can be regarded as a living horse. Before that, the 'hand of the immortal' is quite magical. It seems to be very familiar with the fairy palace. Indiscriminate medical treatment, can only believe it.
The road is deep and deep, like the road to the nine quiet hell.
The stairs are deep and continue to the ground.
I don't know how long it took to go, the entrance to the former underground palace.
The two have no face, holding a lasso, carrying a statue of a pair of eyes, standing at the entrance to the underground palace.
"This is... no face yellow spring guarding the spirit?"
Wang Yan’s body was shocked.
He turned to look at the 'immortal palm' and asked: "What do you mean by taking us here? No face Huangquan guards the spirit, only at the entrance to the grave, it is clearly a catacomb."
‘The immortal palm’ jumped up to make various gestures, and the strokes were drawn. The ‘‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Wang Yanyi hesitated for a moment, and his heart was in the grave. Is there really a way to treat the injury of the water of Xian?
This is the end of the matter, it seems that only one way to go black.
Under the leadership of the 'immortal palm', he entered the tomb. On the face of Wang Yanyi, there was a shocking color. The inside was broad and magnificent, far beyond his imagination, and seemed to come to another world.
The top of the head is the starry sky carved by the gods of the gods. The Mithril is like a star river. The foot is the gold floor of the gods. The carvings engrave the patterns of mountains and rivers, the shape of the three mountains and the five mountains, the state of the rivers and lakes, everything is in accordance with a certain proportion. Take a closer look, the ice and snow on the tip of the mountain is paved with the silver emperor of the emperor, and the water wave in the rivers and lakes is the liquid metal secret silver of the emperor...
luxurious.
Others don't say that these are just these things, I am afraid that it is enough to make the strong people of the quasi-imperialist level crazy.
Wang Yanyi’s heart also jumped wildly.
He is not a person who has never seen the world, but he has also been blinded.
Follow the 'Imperial Palm' to continue to deepen, all the way to see, are rare rare treasures, and some of the giant corpse of the beasts of the beasts, located in various places, fierce, like specimens, but all show The old state, apparently after the natural death, was moved here.
"No, this is not a general grave. This is the tomb of the emperor. It is the tomb palace that the martial arts emperor prepared for himself."
When Wang Yanyi reacted, the shock in his heart was hard to say.
A living... Amount, no, is a real palace of emperors.
I don't know which emperor built it?
Is it the founder of the ancient heaven, the dragon 蝎大?
Can Long Dao Emperor not rumor to leave, not dead.
Wang Yanyi was really smashed by the earthquake.
But looking at it, he gradually calmed down.
Because Li Mu, who is carrying behind him, has already weakened his breath and his vitality has gradually dissipated.
"Hurry up." Wang Yan rushed.
Even he himself does not know what he is urging.
Eventually, under the urging of Wang Yanyi, he came to a dim cemetery.
Compared with the luxurious ornaments on the outside, this burial room is a lot simpler. In addition to the 18 ordinary human-sized ordinary stone statues, the central part, a three-story small altar, is parked with a sheet metal. In the carriage, the rut was smashed on the shoulders by two stone statues, and the horses were not seen.
There is no carriage in the carriage, the car is flat, and there is a coffin on it.
White coffin carved coffin.
The milky white light radiated from the coffin, so that the entire burial chamber was shrouded in a faint milky white, not only the ghastly horrible thing that the tomb room should have, but a sacred solemnity that could not be explained.
Rumble!
At the moment when Wang Yan entered the tomb, eighteen stone statues suddenly turned and looked at them. The sound of the rock moving and rubbing seemed to be a low-pitched thunder, which rang through time and space.
'The Hand of the Immortal' made several gestures in a row, then went over and touched the stone statue, took a shot on the stone statue, and then jumped in the air, constantly making gestures, as if discussing with the stone statues. What is it.
After about a tea time.
Rumble!
The head of the stone statue slowly turned back.
The 'Hand of the Immortal' exaggeratedly made a posture of taking a chest, and then the little finger hooked it, indicating that Wang Yanyi kept up. It first jumped into the carriage and slowly opened the fairy jade.
Rumble!
The coffin board pushes the sound deep, and the layer of strange white light waves flow around the coffin.
Wang Yanyi took Li Mu to jump into the carriage and looked at the coffin. The heart was also curious to the extreme. In this coffin, which emperor was buried.
At first glance, it was discovered that the original coffin turned out to be empty.
There are no bodies inside.
On the inner wall of the coffin, many unidentified runes are engraved in a dense manner. The hair is as small as a hair, and the complex is like a sea of ​​smoke. Wang Yan’s one glanced at it and felt dizzy and some stood unsteadily.

Is it the legendary emperor?

He was shocked.
‘The Hand of the Immortal’ refers to the coffin, indicating that he will put Li Mu into it.
Wang Yan said one by one: "So you took me for so long, just to see Li Mu can't live, and prepare a coffin for him?"
‘The Hand of the Immortal’ jumped up in the air and seemed to say something, but Wang Yan could not understand it.
Wang Yan thought about it and eventually put Li Mu into the coffin.
Perhaps this coffin has any special effects. After all, it is a coffin in the core tomb of the emperor's tomb. Maybe it was the great emperor.
The blood of the cockroaches flowed out of Li Mu’s body.
Under the intact surface, the flesh and bones inside Li Mu's body have been shredded a lot, and the breath is terrible. Even the immortals can be annihilated. It is a miracle that Li Mu supports this level.
The blood runs along the coffin board, soaking the dense rune on the top, and the bloodshot blood flows in the rune groove. It seems to have life, not only going up the bottom of the floor, but also spreading continuously toward the wall. Very fast, in the twinkling of an eye, the inner wall of the entire white jade coffin became golden red.
"this is……"
Wang Yan’s heart jumped wildly.
Could it be that this coffin really has the effect of returning to life?
He suddenly looked forward to it.
Rumble!
‘The hand of the immortal’ moves the coffin cover and closes the lid.
"Wait a minute." Wang Yan suddenly opened his mouth.
‘The hand of the immortal’ is inexplicable.
When Wang Yan walked in, he looked at Li Mu, who was lying in the coffin and looked at the blood. He looked at it for a moment and talked for a moment, and he went down and put it into the coffin...
The hand of the immortal was stiff, and then the thumb and the little finger made a blinking action.
Finally, the coffin cover was closed.
"What to do next? Wait?" Wang Yan asked.
‘The Hand of the Immortal’ made a gesture, meaning that Wang Yan left with him and pointed to the 18 stone sculptures. It should be the eighteen stone people. They did not agree that the living still stayed here to disturb.
Wang Yanhe hesitated for a moment, and followed the words of the hand of the immortal.
I walked out of the tomb palace, walked out of the ramp, and came to the circular palace. The nine golden five-claw dragons became illusions and re-sit, covering the entrance to the tomb of the emperor.
First, the weather is cold, and everyone adds more clothes.