Wu Bing was worried about what was inside. Hearing that the ecstasy ladder could not trap Zhan Changfeng, he immediately became anxious and did not bother to deal with Song Shizi. He said decisively, "I will remove the poison from you now. You can lead the way for me."
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"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
After struggling for a long time, the Gaotian clan finally stepped onto the ladder.
There are forks in the stairs everywhere. If you are not careful, you will unconsciously walk on another path. Zhan Changfeng remained unmoved and strode forward as if entering a deserted place. After a while, he saw a cave in front of him.
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Oh, the cave is suitable for hiding treasures.
Zhan Changfeng has not given up on the founding emperor's treasure chest.
The hole was dug out with the same high skill as before, and the style was very grand.
However, there are coffins hanging on its walls. At first glance, there are as many as thirty coffins.
Zhan Changfeng feels the strong Yin Qi and the strong resentment, especially the ghosts in the old house.
She casually tapped the flat ground paved with black rocks with the scabbard, looking over a hundred meters to the exit.
Is there a mass grave for thousands of people under this 100-meter-long corridor?
No wonder I hadn't seen the bones of the tomb builder before, it turns out they were buried here.
The black rock is engraved with scriptures and charms to suppress the grievances of the craftsmen.
However, all the craftsmen were buried. Who filled the hole and applied the suppression technique?
And who is buried in these coffins?
Suddenly her eyes opened slightly, how could it be possible! Where are those ghosts?
Zhan Changfeng lost her inner strength, but at that time she had already achieved acquired perfection, and her six senses were freed from the limitations of the human body and coincided with nature.
This powerful perception does not change due to the increase or loss of internal force, so it is still there, and is even more sensitive to Yin Ming because of the pure Yin bone.
If the deceased is unwilling to die, his soul will remain in the human world and become a ghost. Most of the places where ghosts live are full of yin and resentment.
So at first she thought that the ghosts of craftsmen were here, but when she sensed it, there was no trace of ghosts.
So, where does the resentment come from?
Zhan Changfeng's eyelids twitched, as if he felt some kind of prying eyes. But looking around, there was no place to hide here.
She took a few steps back, turned around and continued walking inside. She had already reached this point, and there was no reason to escape.
The view suddenly opens up, with a broad square square as the ground, an arched mountain wall as the sky, a white stone wall and a solemn palace with nanmu beams standing proudly.
It is tightly embedded in the cave and seems to be integrated with this huge space.
The strange thing is that its temple door is ajar.
It seemed like someone had come in and out and forgot to close it.
At this time, the palace was more like an empty house without its owner.
Zhan Changfeng turned sideways and entered through the half-open door of the palace, with the lamp always on.
This hall is extremely empty and cold. Small sounds can be amplified here, making people's hair stand on end.
On the high platform in front of it, there is a crystal coffin, and a person can be vaguely seen lying in it.
Zhan Changfeng glanced at the dust on the ground, then walked towards the high platform and stood next to the crystal coffin.
Looking closely, there is a man eight feet tall with a face as handsome as a knife. He is wearing an imperial uniform with a black background and red edges, and an emperor's crown on his head. He is just as majestic as he was in life.
There is also an enchanting red flower with buds protruding from his mouth and blooming.
This peanut vividly distorted Zhan Changfeng's emotion when he saw his ancestor.
What the hell?!
A faint sigh sounded in her ears, Zhan Changfeng suddenly turned around and saw a man standing behind her, with a handsome and sinister face, and deep and passionate eyes.
"Does it look good?" he said, looking at the flower.
"It would be pretty good, if it didn't grow from the body of my ancestor." Zhan Changfeng silently walked around to the other side of the coffin, a little further away from him, "General Wu really cared deeply for our ancestors."
The man curled his lips and smiled, his voice low and hoarse, "Do you know me?"
"I've seen the picture."
"Oh, he is indeed from the Yi family," the man smiled heartily, "When he designed the door outside, he also put the Dragon Armor Divine Medal on it and said that he would wait for his descendants to unlock it. I still laughed at him.
It is a wishful thinking that there is one person in the same lineage who has the imperial aura of Ziwei. He is already favored by heaven. How can there be another one?"
"It seems now," he said with a heavy look, "he has learned the prediction skill very well."
Wu Xingshan also participated in the design of the underground palace?
It seems that the founding emperor did not pay much attention to him.
The man seemed to have seen what Zhan Changfeng was thinking, his eyes were sarcastic and complicated, "It's just that he wanted to use this underground palace to trap me, but in the end he became my poison."
"Does it look good?" He asked again, "This is called the Emperor Flower."
He smiled coquettishly, "I was waiting for my incompetent disciples to come, but I didn't expect you to come in first, but it's okay..."
Zhan Changfeng's alarm bell sounded loudly, and she suddenly saw the remnant soul turning into a ray of light and shooting towards her eyebrows. He didn't have any inherited skills, so how could he do it well?
At this time, Zhan Changfeng no longer cared about his physical body, and when he raised his eyes, his bloody eyes were cold.
The human body has yin and yang. After death, yin and yang disappear. Those who don't want to leave will grab the last breath of yin energy and become a ghost. This breath of yin energy is the pure yin energy closest to the origin of yin and yang in the world.
Strictly speaking, Zhan Changfeng is not a cultivator, but what she needs most now is pure Yin Qi.
This remnant soul wants to seize his body and his luck, but it is like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.
Wu Xingshan was stopped halfway, as if her whole soul was being pulled towards the black jade finger on her hand.
how so!
Wu Xingshan was forced to appear again, looking at her with inexplicable horror in his eyes. At this time, footsteps were heard outside, and the door of the hall opened wide.
Wu Xingshan gritted his teeth, gave up half of his soul, and flew into a person's body.
That person is young Wu Cheng!
Wu Cheng's face turned pale, and his eyes were struggling with pain, as if he was pulling something. He was almost crying, "Master, help me..."
Wu Bing also saw the afterimage of Wu Xingshan and saw him getting into Wu Cheng's body. After a trace of surprise flashed across his face, he was actually a little bit ecstatic that he had finally waited.
He said softly to Wu Cheng, "My grandson, it is your great fortune that the Patriarch has come to you. Don't resist, relax and listen carefully to the Patriarch's instructions."
What is coming?!
Is Wu Cheng stupid? On the contrary, he is the smartest and most talented child of the Gaotian clan. Before that, he was also the most favored young clan leader!
He immediately knew that this so-called ancestor was taking his body, and his dear grandfather wanted to sacrifice himself!
Wu Cheng felt a chill in his heart, his resentment and anger increased sharply, and his will to survive was so strong that Wu Xingshan suffered some backlash.
In his original state, it would have been easy for Wu Xingshan to devour his soul, but he had offended Zhan Changfeng and damaged his own soul by committing suicide, and now he could no longer withstand Wu Cheng's counterattack.
In the critical situation, Wu Xingshan forcibly formed a contract and said: "If we continue to fight, we will both lose. Why not sign an equal contract and I will help you rise to the ninth level and become an immortal!"
When Wu Cheng heard that De Dao had become an immortal, his mind flashed, and the contract was dropped. His expression changed greatly, "What if you want to hurt me again!"
"This is an equal contract. I can't hurt you, and you can't hurt me. Besides, I can still help you, so you have nothing to lose."
Wu Cheng was silent, the fact had become a fact, what else could he do, "I believe you... poof!"
He looked down in shock at the sword that penetrated his lower abdomen...
"Shu Zi, how dare you!" Wu Bing's eyes widened angrily, as if his own father had been killed.
"Why don't you dare!" Zhan Changfeng pulled out his sword, Wu Cheng collapsed, and she grabbed his neck with one hand, "He can't die now. If you take a step forward, it won't be certain."
As expected, Wu Bing hesitated, unable to advance or retreat.
Zhan Changfeng's expression was cold, shattering his previous gentle appearance. Wu Bing's heart was palpitating, but he also felt a bit like it should be like this.
As a dignified prince and a person with the inheritance of an emperor, it is surprising that she would be gentle and well-behaved.
"Whatever you want to do, let go of Cheng'er and everything will be easy to discuss!"
"I should be the one to ask this," Zhan Changfeng said harshly, "What is the emperor flower for? What is your purpose?"
She was asking about Wu Xingshan in Wu Cheng's body.