Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

After experiencing King Yao's tomb, An Qingli already had the intention to return to Bianlan Realm.

The left arm seals the golden power of merit, which urgently needs to be refined. In addition, in this imperial mausoleum, the tombs that can be broken through have basically been broken through once, and the big tombs that have not been broken into are indeed extremely dangerous.

King Yao's Tomb is the best example, and before entering, Little Pegasus confirmed An Qingli's luck in advance.

The mustard space travels through the ground.

Bingfeng opened her eyes to look up, or down, and suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" An Qingli asked in a deep voice.

The divine beast Bingfeng is not of the nature of being startled and blinking at a glance. It must be something strange or strange that can make it exclaim.

Bingfeng folded her wings, stood together with An Qingli, and said, "Qingli, you can go another three hundred feet and see for yourself."

Under the muddy ground of a hundred feet, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and walked three hundred feet cautiously.

A huge underground palace stands impressively in front of you, it is extremely spectacular.

How to describe it?
It's like hollowing out the entire underground, and then creating this majestic palace out of thin air.

The four huge tomb-suppressing beasts, like the giant pillars of the sky, brazenly prop up the world.

The domed palace, gold bricks and gold tiles, covers an extremely wide area, covering more than a thousand miles.

An Qingli's heart was shocked, and she couldn't help saying: "What a great deal!"

Xiao Jintan was also shocked, as if he had buried the entire Luofeng City in the ground.

Originally, Little Jintan's body, Jintan Poluo, was already tall and strong enough, but it was still not as good as the toe of the tomb town beast in front of the big tomb.

"My darling!"

Listening to the description, Little Pegasus once again sighed from the bottom of his heart, such a large, complete and imposing tomb, no matter who stands in front of this palace, it will look extremely small.

Bingfeng opened her eyes and searched around, excitedly confirming: "The tomb of the first emperor! This is the tomb of the first emperor of Zhou!"

"No wonder!" Xiao Jintan immediately took up the conversation, "Such a heavy grievance has not dissipated for so many years! I don't know how many slaves and concubines were buried with him!"

resentment?

Little Pegasus didn't see any resentment, but only saw that the luck on An Qingli's head sank a little.

And the closer the mustard space is to the tomb, the faster An Qingli's luck drops.

"We can't go any further, Master!" Little Pegasus suddenly yelled in horror.

The mustard space was still two hundred feet away from the big tomb, and before it even got close to the giant tomb-slayer beast, the luck on An Qingli's head suddenly dropped to black.

Black Luck!

The sudden black luck!
Black air luck represents bad luck, not far from death.

This was the first time Little Pegasus saw it from above An Qingli's head, and he was so frightened out of his wits.

An Qingli sensed that the little Pegasus was frightened, and without hesitation, she immediately manipulated the mustard space to go away.

The little ones were frightened, for fear that an evil spirit of immortality would be chased out from the tomb of the first emperor.

Or, the ancient divine beasts in the town tomb were revived and wiped out the mustard space, along with their hedgerows.

Mustard space sprints.

Little Pegasus looked at An Qingli without daring to blink.

It's okay, it's okay, the retreat was done in time, and the master's luck picked up little by little.

If it was a little later, I don't know if it was haunted by evil spirits, or trapped in some powerful and boundless space-time formation.

For this imperial tomb that existed for [-] years, I had to feel some fear.

Mustard Space went to a place with beautiful mountains, clear waters and excellent geomantic omens, with the sound of wind and water, as well as human voices.

Finally a little alive.

Moreover, the sun above the head is very strong and steaming, which is very different from the cold underground.

An Qingli controlled the mustard space, came to a man who looked like a leader, and entered his stomach.

The man was wearing heavy armor, covered in dust, and had a bloody whip pinned to his waist. He was wiping his sweat and soaking his feet by the stream, cursing, cursing the damn hot weather, scolding those slaves. Stupid and weak, as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Not far from the stream, there is a large tomb that is being excavated.

Hundreds of thousands of slaves dig with pickaxes day and night.

The sound of digging one after another, mixed with the sound of yelling and scolding, can be heard endlessly, making people upset.

This is the tomb of the old master who is under construction.

Because the old lord ordered to speed up the construction, many slaves died of exhaustion or illness every day.

Xiao Jintan frowned, under the sun, there was also lingering resentment here.

"too frightening!"

Even though he was above the ground and saw the sun, Little Pegasus was still immersed in the shock just now.

Black Luck!
Three stages of purple-to-black luck.

Later, the master may have to confess his life there.

As expected of the tomb of Emperor Zhou Shihuang, it could kill people before it got close.

If it is close, it is possible to never be reborn.

No wonder that after [-] years, the tomb of the first emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is still well preserved.

Little Pegasus's limbs and hooves were a little stiff, and he stared straight at the luck on An Qingli's head.

Thank goodness!

Little Pegasus was so excited that he wanted to cry, and finally recovered to the previous three levels of purple luck, and was not haunted by any curses and resentments.

An Qingli raised his hand and patted its horse's back, rewarded it with a pill to mark its merits, and made a sound to make it forget the nightmare just now.

"Master." Little Pegasus's legs were still a little straight, imitating Little Lingxi's coquetry, and fell to An Qingli, fell on An Qingli's lap, raised his head, and asked pitifully and with lingering fear, "The tomb of the first emperor of the Zhou Dynasty?" , shall we still go?"

According to Little Pegasus, it's best not to go, never to go.

That tomb has been preserved for [-] years.

For [-] years, how many late Mahayana royal families have not broken in, so the owner of the house should not enter either.

An Qingli stroked the soft and shiny white fur of the little pegasus, then kneaded its four legs, and said, "I won't go for now."

"It's fine if you don't go!" Little Pegasus was happy, but automatically ignored the word "temporarily".

"Then what shall we do next?" Little Lingxi also ran over, stretched out two front hooves, and pressed the little Pegasus' legs.

Little Pegasus lay comfortably on An Qingli's lap, and shook his white head, the haze in his heart finally dissipated a lot.

An Qingli said: "Tell Shangshan and go back to the sect."

"Hello back to the sect!" Little Pegasus cheered, agreeing very much.

The remaining unexplored places under the ground are too dangerous, not an exaggeration at all.

Thinking about the rampant self-theft of the imperial guards, those tombs that have never been broken into during the Mahayana period, the master's going to break into them is indeed a tricky job.

If it hadn't been for observing luck in advance and judging in advance whether it could enter or not, if it hadn't been for the mustard space as the strongest reliance, it would be a fool's dream to go into the tomb to get the treasure just based on the master of the Nascent Soul Stage and a Shangshan of the Transformation Stage thing.

An Qingli went to the Golden House space and told Shangshan about the danger of the Zhou Shihuang's tomb and her plan to return to the sect.

Now that the two have become Taoist couples and have taken risks together, such an important decision should be informed in advance, which can be regarded as a kind of respect for Taoist couples.

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