Every pottery figurine looks different. There are soldiers, captains, and generals. Each of these pottery soldiers is a phalanx, and in front of each phalanx there is a non-commissioned officer at the rank of colonel standing in front. There is a general riding a horse in front of every five phalanx.
The generals have different looks and basically different weapons.
But if you look closely, you will find that, including the eyes of these generals, everyone's eyes look up, and their eyes are located on the four chairs made of gold in the center of the second floor.
Each of these four chairs is carved with nine five-claw golden dragons, which are exactly the dragon chairs, and the carving styles of the four dragon chairs are also different.
On the four dragon chairs, there were four people sitting on them. Everyone was wearing a dragon robe, and everyone had a different appearance.
Obviously the four dragon chairs are not the same person.
Yang Fan jumped down and came to the second floor. The situation on the second floor was in front of his eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"this is..."
Yang Fan looked up and down 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 object, and the dragon chair, Yang Fan discovered that it can be boarded 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 for not long.
"What's the matter? Are there other people living in this tomb?"
While talking, Yang Fan came to the fourth dragon chair, reaching out to touch it.
Hum!
Just when Yang Fan's touched the statue on the dragon chair, a soul force wafted out from the fourth coffin on the third floor.
"not good!!!"
Yang Fan suddenly had a bold idea.
In a short while, Yang Fan exploded at full speed and came to the corner of the tomb. The 9th-level array mage's hand quickly activated the magic art. In just two seconds, he arranged a seventh-level hidden array, then walked into it and set himself All the breath is covered.
Hum!
The power of the soul walked around the tomb in the blink of an eye, and found no abnormalities.
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the fourth coffin on the third floor. The voice was not angry and pretentious, and made people unconsciously want to kneel down.
"Who disturbs my rest!"
The lid of the fourth coffin was slowly opened, and the coffin and lid violently rubbed, making a rattling sound, making people numb.
When the coffin was fully opened, a dry hand was placed on the edge of the coffin. On his finger, he also carried a white jade finger that symbolized the emperor. The finger was also carved with a five-clawed dragon, which was powerful and powerful.
Then a slightly dehydrated corpse sat up.
The corpse was thin, and his skin was darkened due to dehydration. His eyes were sunken and bloodless, and they didn't look like a living human body at all.
In the corner of the tomb, Yang Fan clearly saw that the person sitting up was a dead person and had been dead for at least five thousand years. It seemed that his life was exhausted and died, so that Yang Fan had already guessed the identity of this person.
Jin Zhengye, the fourth emperor of Jinyuanguo.
Normally, if a person's body dies, it means that that person is also dead. But this is the world of cultivating immortals, and the body does not represent death in the true sense.
Yang Fan could see that although the body of the fourth golden emperor in this round was dead, it was still controlled by Jin Zhengye. It was just that the corpse had a very low cultivation base, and only the golden core stage. In addition to the strong physical body, it was with Jin Dan. The monks make no difference.
As for why Jin Zhengye hasn't died completely, it's just that Jin Zhengye's soul power is very strong, so he didn't immediately dissipate after his lifespan was exhausted, and the formation of the imperial tomb slowed the speed of disappearance. But with the passage of time, even the formation of guarding the imperial tomb cannot completely prevent the power of the soul from fading.
Five thousand years have passed, and most of Jin Zhengye's soul power has disappeared. The Mahayana soul is now only in the early stage of the catastrophe, and it is still very fragile, and it may be wiped out if you don't pay attention.
Depending on the situation, it will take less than a hundred years for Jin Zhengye's soul to disappear completely, completely wiped out.
In the fourth coffin, Jin Zhengye slowly stood up, flew down, and came to the fourth dragon chair. With a big wave of his hand, his dry body merged with the statue.
Before long, a red-faced and energetic Jin Zhengye slowly opened his eyes on the dragon chair.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Jin Zhengye frowned.
"This body is getting weaker and weaker. Five thousand years ago! Why hasn't one met my requirements?"
After that, Jin Zhengye got up, closed his eyes and looked around.
"Why is there a breath of stranger?"
Jin Zhengye twitched his nose and sniffed.
"A hundred years have passed, presumably, today is the day when the trial begins."
Jin Zhengye opened his eyes again, there was golden light in his eyes, and then with a big wave of his hand, a light curtain appeared in front of Jin Zhengye, and a picture appeared in the light curtain.
This picture is very familiar to Yang Fan, and it is the picture of Yang Fan entering the imperial tomb from the beginning.
Jin Zhengye flicked his dragon robe, and some delicacies and fine wines flew from nowhere, and placed them on the copy in front of the dragon chair in the blink of an eye. Jin Zhengye sat down, raised Erlang's legs, and quickly stuffed food one by one into his mouth with both hands. No matter whether he choked or not, he drank a glass of wine with a brain, completely without the emperor's shelf.
"Yes, not bad. I haven't eaten it for a hundred years, and it tastes so good."
Jin Zhengye looked at the light curtain again.
At this time, the perspective of the light curtain has come to the scene where the fifth prince Jin Wenbin enters the second level.
"This son, is Jianhua's fifth son Wenbin?"
Jin Zhengye stared at Jin Wenbin, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Unexpectedly, among Jianhua's sons, it is really fortunate for Jinyuan Country to have such a talented person, and it is also fortunate for me to be Jin Zhengye."
Suddenly, Jin Zhengye showed a weird smile, staring at Jin Wenbin, with a bad face.
"Hope, you don't let me down."
Jin Zhengye laughed strangely.
At the same time, the second level of the imperial tomb. Tonight, Jin Wenbin walked into the second level alone, and the magic weapon refined on-site was taken away. Others, including Yang Fan, were not allowed to enter, and no one knew what it meant to break through, except that Jin Wenbin had been there for a whole day. After he came out, he was slumped, and his strength in the middle of a fit fell to the early stage of fit.
The third level is also a refining magic weapon, but outsiders can't take action in this level, so it can only be done by Jin Wenbin.
It took another ten minutes, and Jin Wenbin struggled with serious injuries to get into the third level.
At this moment, a majestic low voice came from all directions.
"The fifth prince Jin Wenbin broke into the third level and successfully broke through. Please enter the passage and accept the rewards from the ancestors."
As soon as the voice fell, a hidden stone door opened on a wall. The inside of the stone door was cold and gloomy, and the divine consciousness could not penetrate.
Jin Wenbin entered directly without saying a word.
