Chapter 1353: The Ancestral Spirit of the Imperial Mausoleum (Part 1)
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and it is scorching hot.
In the wilderness dozens of kilometers away from the imperial city and the tiger capital, the sand and gravel on the ground were extremely hot due to exposure to the sun.
When the wind blew strong, a heat wave spread all over the sky.
Scattered bones gradually emerged under the sand. Some were skeletons left by humans, and more were the remains of various freaks.
A whooshing sound~~~
The towering steel body flashed past, like a metal storm sweeping up sand and dust all over the sky, flying close to the ground across the endless sky.
Sitting cross-legged on the back of the armed monster "Steel Divine Weapon".
Against the scorching sun.
Xuanyuan Zhong's expression was solemn, and while the strong wind was raging around him, his brows were filled with inexplicable worry.
After half a while.
The tall "Steel Divine Weapon" suddenly landed on an inconspicuous mound.
"well......"
He sighed helplessly.
Xuanyuan Zhong rolled over and landed on the ground, put away the armed monster with his backhand, looked at the endless sand dunes, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
Bang~~
The old man standing alone on the sand dune stamped his foot hard.
In an instant.
The sand dunes underfoot shook violently, and a slender crack suddenly opened from the middle, extending to the foot of the mountain in the distance before slowly stopping.
The next moment——
Under the split hill, a long corridor suddenly appeared in front of you.
At the end of the path, the entrance to a majestic palace is clearly visible.
One leaped into the air.
Xuanyuan Zhong suddenly appeared in front of the entrance of the underground palace and knelt down on one knee in front of the closed door.
On the towering door, a totem of a sharp sword piercing a tiger looks extremely solemn, exuding a unique kingly demeanor.
Narrowed his eyes.
Xuanyuan Zhong hesitated for a while, and finally slowly opened his right palm. With one stroke of his hand, a slender gap was cut in the palm.
Scarlet blood immediately seeped out and dripped on the edge of the door.
Buzz~~~~
A dull buzzing sound suddenly sounded.
A dazzling red light extended upward along the edge of the door, instantly illuminating the totem on the door leaf.
Rumble~~
The towering huge door moved instantly, as if it was pushed open by two giants on the left and right, and a deafening roar was made on the spot.
In an instant, the middle door opened wide.
In front of you is a dark and deep underground palace. Occasionally, a shrill cold wind blows out from it, and the smell of decay makes people shudder.
I adjusted my excited mood.
Xuanyuan Zhong no longer hesitated and walked towards the dark palace with long strides.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the empty hall.
With every step forward, rows of candlesticks will automatically light up flames.
Sarcophagi of different shapes were placed in an orderly manner on both sides of the hall.
The dark flames swayed slightly, and it felt as if someone was monitoring Xuanyuan Zhong's every move behind the fire.
I don't know how long it took.
The old regent staggered and finally reached the end of the hall.
There.
A sarcophagus that is ten times larger than other coffins is standing on the edge of the wall.
Above it, an antique sword stands suspended in the air. Looking up, it looks slightly sharp.
The golden sword seemed to be covered with a complex layer of faintly visible lines, and the dazzling light reflected from it made people dare not look directly at it.
"Who dares to break into the Imperial Tomb of Daxia!?"
Qiang——
The sharp sword light instantly enveloped all directions.
A majestic and deep voice suddenly appeared in my mind.
Startled violently.
Xuanyuan Zhong looked horrified, and he knelt down in front of the giant coffin, kowtowed repeatedly and said: "Unfilial descendant Xuanyuan Zhong, pay your respects to the ancestral spirit!"
The words just fell.
The sword in mid-air immediately stopped trembling.
Immediately afterwards, a soft ray of sword light swept towards the dying old man in the main hall.
After a while, the sharp sword energy rising around him disappeared without a trace.
"It turns out that he is a descendant of Huang Zimai..."
Exudes a faint light.
The sword buzzed in the air, and the solemn voice sounded again in Xuanyuan Zhong's ears.
"Why did you break into the imperial mausoleum without permission?!"
Big beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Xuanyuan Zhong's face was pressed close to the ground, not daring to be disrespectful at all.
Facing the questioning from the sword spirit freak above his head, he quickly told everything about Xuanyuan Longcheng being kidnapped by other forces last night.
"By the spirit of our ancestors, the king of my country in Great Xia was kidnapped by others. There has never been any precedent for this kind of thing in history..."
Secretly gritting his teeth.
Xuanyuan Zhong closed his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Unfilial descendants are unworthy of their ancestors and failed to protect His Majesty's safety. With no choice but to come to the imperial mausoleum to welcome the ancestors out of the mountain, in order to calm the hearts of the world!"
The freak of the Great Xia Kingdom—Xuanyuan Sword Spirit.
The meaning of its existence is precisely to consolidate the supreme imperial power of the Xuanyuan clan.
Although the news of Xuanyuan Longcheng's capture was temporarily blocked.
But there is no airtight wall under the sky.
If Xuanyuan Longcheng cannot be welcomed back within a short period of time, the fact that the Great Xia Empire has lost its king will be completely exposed one day.
That's when that time comes.
I'm afraid that the entire Great Xia Empire will immediately turn into a mess, and things will get out of hand.
Xuanyuan Zhong knew the horror of all this, so he risked the disapproval of the world and went to the depths of the imperial mausoleum, hoping to ask the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit to come out and rule the world.
This is completely a last resort and expedient!
"I, after all, am not a human..."
The sword light flashed, and the faint light swept across.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit's voice was full of helplessness, and he sighed: "If this huge empire needs to rely on a freak to stabilize the situation, how will the people in this world judge Daxia?"
Startled violently.
Xuanyuan Zhong was immediately speechless.
People's hearts are evil. Temporary force suppression may silence people at home, but what about the forces outside the country?
In addition to Daxia, there are four other behemoths in this apocalyptic wasteland era.
The Sun Never Sets Empire, Holy Europa, Northern Principality of Issa and the most ambitious Ocean Federation.
Although the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit is powerful, there are still many beings in the world who can compete tit-for-tat with it.
Unilateral force and deterrence cannot stop the people of the world from talking.
"Then, what should we do..."
My mind was in turmoil.
Xuanyuan Zhong was immediately worried and kowtowed hurriedly.
"Ask the ancestors to teach me what to do. The Great Xia Empire cannot fail. The foundation that our ancestors have worked so hard to build and the safety of thousands of people must not be destroyed in one day!"
"A country cannot live without a king for a day..."
The sword hovering on the huge coffin trembled slightly.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit suddenly asked: "Let me ask you, does your Majesty have any descendants today?"