Don’t say that a man’s heart is as iron as iron. Don’t you see the red leaves of the river, it’s all blood in the eyes of the people.

Ye Que did not shed tears. Although this trip was destined to be dangerous, he did not feel that he could not return. What he should have said had been finished last night, and the people he should have seen had also seen last night, so there was no farewell this morning.

For the things given by the Qian siblings, Ye Que did not receive them except a sachet. The Dragon Vein Imperial Tomb won treasures, the Spirit Sea has the Golden Python Tianyuan, and the Heart Gate has the Thirteen Swords of Spring and Autumn, which is enough.

Facing the bleakness of early autumn and stepping on the beautiful morning light, Ye Que left Luoyang City with his hands behind his back.

The Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum is located in the northwest of Luoyang, hiding deep in a towering mountain. It is said that snow does not melt in winter, rain and fog in summer, jungle is dense, ferocious beasts are everywhere, and mortals enter, and ten dead are dead.

Holding a precise map circulating in the palace, Ye Que walked for three days and finally arrived at the place marked by the Red Heart.

The entrance to the Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum, a line of gorge.

I saw that in the middle of an endless mountain, a narrow path was like a sword breaking the sky, splitting the mountain in half and forming this line of canyon.

At the entrance of the canyon stand a three-long stone tablet with eight large characters engraved on it, "The important land of the imperial tomb, those who enter it will die!"

Walking all the way from Luoyang City, although you have seen autumn scenery, the temperature is still quite warm. It has dropped sharply until here.

Standing at the entrance of the valley, a cold breeze blew towards me, and the grass under my feet was still dark green, and the grass in the valley was brown and yellow. The difference was as if it was two worlds in one step.

"Will those who enter the house die?"

"Then let me see how this worldly Jedi is. Can it be as good as the immortal land?" Ye Que said to himself, strolling across the boundary between yellow and green, and entering this line of gorge.

The spiritual sea in the body condensed slightly.

The golden python formed by Tianyuan wandered in the sky, and with a tail swung, the spiritual sea returned to its calm.

"Formation!"

"I should have just passed through the edge of a large formation, but I didn't notice that there was a formation here at all!" Ye Que's face finally became serious. He was worthy of being the place where the Hezhu was born, and it really had its own strengths.

"This formation should be used to limit the realm. No wonder the information says that those who enter the Dragon Vein Imperial Tomb must be practitioners, and the realm must be between the spiritual realm and the star realm, with no more or less. Mortals will die when entering the inside, and those who enter the high level will also die when entering the inside!"

Walking slowly in the narrow valley, the gas exhaled from your mouth soon condensed into mist and frost. The vine leaves on the gorge wall had already fallen, and only a few yellow dry branches were left dancing in the wind.

My vision gradually became darker. Looking up, I could only see a white-collar sky.

The sound of the cold wind in the ears of the valley is whistling, and the tip of the nose is getting wetter and sour and musty.

With a divine thought, a small sword emitting blue light burst out from the heart gate and floated in the air. Ye Que summoned the fourth sword of the Thirteen Swords. The straw dog has the strongest brightness and there is no torch at the moment, which is just right for it.

Ye Que's spiritual thoughts can replace touch, but they cannot replace eyes. The light that should be available is still needed.

After the straw dog lit up, after less than two steps, there were dark red blood drops on the canyon wall in front of him. He took a few steps forward and gently wiped his fingers. It turned out to be the blood of the past.

"It seems that someone has been here." Ye Que thought so.

Already someone?

In fact, Ye Que still underestimated the actions of those sect forces. No one has ever been here. If you think about it carefully, Ye Que is probably the last one to come here and the last one to pass through the first line of gorge. The young geniuses in the spiritual realm of other sects and the Starry Light realm have arrived almost several days in advance.

This time the competition is the magical artifact river jungle, who is willing to fall behind?

Sometimes, if one step is different, the result may be very different.

Another cold wind blew by, Ye Que's brow suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the spiritual sword straw dog floating in the air suddenly stretched straight. The tip of the sword first tilted a little to the left, then quickly swung to the right, and shot out with a soothing sound.

A harsh wail came about five meters ahead. The blue straw dog shook out several sword flowers. The wail came to an abrupt end, and a light gray fluorescent suddenly appeared in the air.

"Ghost?"

"Before you really entered the Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum, you actually encountered a ghost!" Ye Que looked at the light gray fluorescent light that gradually disappeared not far away and said, "No wonder he must be a practitioner. Not to mention entering the Dragon Vein, the mortals may not be able to walk out of this small line of gorge.

The ghost is a spiritual body that cannot enter the samsara after death, so it is trapped in the world. Since this is the imperial tomb of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Ye Que guessed that it was mostly the people who died tragically when they were building the tomb. Just looking at the moment of this line of gorge, you can imagine that the imperial tomb must be a very spectacular existence.

In half an hour, Ye Que was attacked by no less than a hundred ghosts and finally walked out of the first line of gorge. During this period, he had never seen any figure or corpse of a cultivator except for the spots of blood.

If you think about it carefully, those who dare to come here must be the best in the sect. As long as you are not too reckless, the small ghost will not do anything to everyone. The biggest use of this ghost is probably to stop ordinary people from moving forward.

Walking out of the first line of gorge, your vision suddenly became wider, and the dark and damp smell disappeared. Looking up was the blue sky, and looking down was the endless forest.

Perhaps it was because the sky was getting darker or perhaps because the trees were gradually withering, the forest in front of me seemed a little dark red.

The sky is dark.

The red one is the maple forest.

I have been walking for three days and have just entered the Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum, Ye Que did not rashly break through.

He is not in a hurry before the artifact is born. Walking fast is not necessarily a good thing, and walking slowly is not necessarily a bad thing.

A little further away from the valley entrance, Ye Que walked aside for hundreds of meters, then found a sheltered valley, and prepared to take a break here for a night. Countless bloody lessons told Ye Que that no matter when and where, walking late at night was more than several times more dangerous than during the day.

The darkness of night and darkness will subtly arouse the desires deep in the hearts of people or monsters.

Bloodthirsty, violence, darkness and killing often occur under the night.

After a brief inspection of hundreds of meters around, Ye Que found no abnormalities, so he found several sweet potatoes.

The sky in the mountains was very dark, but it was still dark just now, and it soon became completely dark.

A bonfire had already been set up in front of Ye Que in advance, using nearby maple trees. There was no wind at night in the valley, and he sat cross-legged beside the fire, watching the red tongue in front of him shaking his waist gently, making a slight crackling sound.

Ye Que picked up a branch and fiddled with the two sweet potatoes in the fire. What he thought in his mind was the last words left to him by the old butler of the General's Mansion, "Tell Ye, He Zu."

"The death of the old butler is undoubtedly inseparable from the demon clan. The poison of the poison has already explained the problem. How did Ye Zhengru die? It was also the cause of the demon clan? But if it is a demon clan, why should he guide himself to find the magical artifact Hezhu? What is the connection between this?"

The melon fragrance with the smell of maple gradually floated out.

Pull out a roasted sweet potato from the fire, and use your fingertips to slowly tear open the slightly burnt skin of the sweet potato. Ye Que lowered his head and began to slowly chew on the white and scalded flesh that was blazing with hot steam. Under the flames, Ye Que's face flickered.

(Today's second update, a new journey has begun.)
Chapter completed!