It's like the sound of a blower running, making people feel sore.

The golden dragon separated from the middle, and the stone gate of the Emperor Yongjing Mausoleum, which had been covered with dust for thousands of years, was slowly pushed open by him.

Crazy...

The dust fell down.

Xiaorou immediately cast a spell behind her, and a white light enveloped everyone to prevent dust from contaminating her body.

In twenty seconds, two stone doors weighing thousands of pounds were pushed open by Ye Mo.

A long directional channel appeared in front of Ye Mo's eyes.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The cold wind blew from the depths of the passage, with a chill.

Ye Mo looked at the passage wall.

Above are relief paintings.

Under the eternal light, the paintings are lifelike.

The first one is in a gorgeous palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and several palace maids sat around the bed, looking at a newborn baby.

There is a woman who gave birth to a child on the bed, with her hair scattered and luxuriously dressed. Her eyes were filled with spoiling when she looked at the baby.

There was also a man in a golden dragon robe at the door, and Long Yan looked at the baby happily.

The second picture is that the baby has grown up, about five or six years old, and was in his childhood. He rode on a horse and was hunting a stag not far away with his bow and arrow.

Although he is young, he can already see some heroic spirit and ambitions in him.

In the third relief, a 78-year-old young man stood in the middle of the hall, high above.

At his feet, all the civil and military officials were kneeling down, and the crowd was filled with darkness.

Next to the young man, a man wearing a golden dragon robe was giving the young man a crown.

This man in the dragon robe was the first man in the dragon robe, but he looked much older and had wrinkles on his face.

The fourth relief has a lot more content than the first three.

A man in a dragon robe with a similar appearance to a young man led thousands of troops to fight against the grassland.

The man's eyes were like lightning, and he was so angry that he killed all directions.

Aside him, countless alien corpses were piled up and killed by him.

Immediately afterwards, the man sat on the dragon throne, and more than a dozen foreign envoys came to pay tribute and worship.

They knelt in front of the man, with a look of fear on their faces, expressing surrender.

As the picture changed, the man had reached middle age and had white hair growing on his temples.

He stood by the sea and watched a huge sailboat a hundred feet high slowly sailing towards him.

There are golden treasure boxes on the deck of the sailing boat.

The treasure box opened, and inside were huge snow-white ants.

The ants flew away the treasure box in a cold air.

The final relief painting shows that the man is already gray-haired and full of wrinkles.

He closed his eyes and was carried into the golden coffin by the workers.

Next to the coffin are burial objects.

Night pearls, jade, golden bowls, pearls...

They are all priceless treasures.

And among the funeral objects is a huge colorful feather fan, which is magnificent.

This is the last relief painting, and immediately afterwards, it is gone, empty.

"If you guess correctly, the life of Emperor Yong Jing should be portrayed on it."

"Baby, youth, middle age, after death after old age."

"One of his life is also magnificent!"
Chapter completed!