"There was only one person in the Zhou Dynasty who built his tomb on the dragon's veins."
Yuan Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the stretching green mountains. From the clouds, he could just see the backbone of the entire dragon vein. Those mountains had distinct bones, forming a segment of the spine.
"Where is the altar?"
Yuan Ye turned to look at the man and asked, "My patience is really limited."
The old man really didn't have any consciousness, he just said that he couldn't remember clearly and it was not his fault.
Yuan Ye laughed, took one end of the knot, and threw the person directly into the clouds.
A roar like a killing pig sounded high in the sky.
"Ahhh! Your Highness!!!"
"Your Highness, I remembered it, I remembered it!"
Yuan Ye patted Ni Jinxuan's arm, and she knowingly released the spiritual whip to draw the person back.
The man who barely saved his life was pulled up into the clouds again. If he hadn't eaten anything, he would have vomited it out. Tears were streaming down his old face, and his heart seemed to be knocked out.
"I said, ugh... I said, Your Highness, please spare your life, they said they wanted to hang the dragon's midline."
Lin Du's face was unmoved, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Xie Yu had imprisoned people for about three or four years, and all his vigor and quick wit were gone. Those people who were in Yuan Ye's memory looked human-like, immortal. The wind tunnel bones are now turned into tattered clothes that have faded and been eaten away by moisture and insects.
The group of evil spirits placed the formation altar on the midline of the dragon's veins, at the very center of the spine.
Yuan Ye looked at the point pointed out by the man in silence, and suddenly felt a little pain in his back and spine, which was more painful than when Jinxuan used himself to break the stone door.
"Let's go."
Lin Du patted his back.
"Actually," Wei Zhi said suddenly, "Forcibly injecting spiritual energy into the dragon's veins seemed to have saved the dragon, but you see, the central vein is alive, but the dragon's claws have shrunk."
"This dragon is old and has lost its claws. It cannot bite the prey that wants to eat it."
The Buddha's voice was always gentle and affectionate, with a hint of compassion for all living beings, but when I listened to it now, I felt a little indescribably melancholy.
"In the spiritual world, a true dragon's lifespan is ten thousand years, and a few hundred years old is nothing more than a cub. But the dragon veins in the mortal world, as your junior uncle said, will not exceed three hundred years."
Lin Du turned his head and glanced at Wei Zhi.
Wei Zhi inexplicably saw the clear ridicule in Lin Du's eyes, and he knew what she was laughing at without her even opening her mouth.
"Young~cub~"
To stop is to regret, to regret that I said those unnecessary words.
Lin Du finished laughing, turned around and took out his brand new treasure formation disk.
For the drawings drawn by his junior sister, Cang Li hurriedly spent ten days to make the array. He made some further changes on the basis of the Lianheng faction's array, which was more suitable for someone like Lin Du who was more intelligent than the array. Very fast physique.
Lin Du found the place quickly and accurately.
"Ninety feet deep, does it feel like the center of a mausoleum?"
Wei Zhi felt it and said, "It's the center of the underground palace."
She stood on the dragon's veins and glanced at Yuan Ye thoughtfully, "It's not easy to blow up the dragon's veins directly. Let's go to the mausoleum."
Yuan Ye took a step back, "Do you really want to open a mausoleum?"
"She doesn't want to explode the dragon's veins because she doesn't want to waste your spiritual power." Wei Zhi dutifully helped Lin Du translate, "Because of your spiritual power, at least Da Zhou can continue for several more decades."
Yuan Ye was very moved, and then glanced at the young uncle. She was standing on the top of the green mountain, her broad sleeves were blown by the wind, and she looked like a master. She didn't look like she was about to dig out someone's tomb.
"There are troops guarding the tomb." Yuan Ye reminded.
"Then let them sleep." Lin Du began to take out the powder.
Wei Zhi glanced at the medicinal powder and said, "Your Supreme Sect..."
Is it a serious sect?
"Oh no, this is not the inheritance of the sect, but the inheritance of the Corpse King." Lin Duli said confidently, "It's not a big problem. It's not harmful to the body. It just temporarily blocks their perception."
Wei Zhi looked at her medicinal powder, frowned slightly, and showed a rare look of disgust, "As far as I know, the spiritual land of the Supreme Sect probably cannot grow these strange medicinal materials."
Lin Duli was not confident and confident, "Am I rich?"
Otherwise, where would all her spiritual stones go? Although she can eat it, she still needs to control the Engel coefficient.
Apart from food, the Supreme Sect's biggest expense is purchasing raw materials.
After she finished speaking, she handed the powder to him, "Excuse me, Master."
No matter what, master, no matter what, Wei Zhi completely understood Lin Du. He accepted his fate and took it, turning the powdered medicine into a breeze.
This is the tomb of the founding emperor, and five hundred soldiers are stationed here.
At this moment, some of the five hundred people were standing guard, some were practicing, and some were cooking, but they all stood there unconsciously, with all five senses lost, like vivid figurines, like a fleeting moment in time. General still.
Lin Du very considerately went over and put out the fire in someone's stove.
Don't play with fire when sleeping, something will happen.
"Your Highness, the stone door of this mausoleum is locked and cannot be opened. If the mausoleum is blown up by force, it will definitely..." The Imperial Master fell to the ground and then realized.
Yuan Ye stood there in silence for a while, ignoring it, and walked towards the originally sealed stone gate of the mausoleum, "There is a heavy object barrier behind it, it's a natural stone."
Only a few craftsmen knew about this thing, and it was never recorded in the book. It was a stone door that was locked from the inside.
This mechanical technique is indeed exquisite, and the craftsman needs a special nail key, but to Yuan Ye, it is nothing.
The young man calmly opened the stone door, and then used his spiritual power to seal the mechanism he wanted to trigger. In a joyful exclamation, he proudly protected the person behind him, with a bit of joking in his voice, "The mechanism here is not just a mechanism. It can be solved with punches, just forget it, little master uncle, don’t touch it randomly.”
Lin Du paused in his walking movements and retracted his idea of reminding Yuan Ye that there was something in front of him.
This was a slope, and there were sensors buried in the ground. A faint grunting sound came from deep in the long corridor. Yuan Ye's pupils trembled, and he used his spiritual power to face a huge stone ball rolling towards him.
The stone ball was so huge that it was just big enough to block the entire corridor and rolled freely inside. It was also accelerating towards several people.
Yuan Ye was silent for a moment, planning to use a trap beast or explosive charm to deal with it, but Ni Jinxuan pulled him behind him with one hand, "Get out of the way, I'll do it."
The spiritual power exploded and the boulder turned into rubble.
Yuan Ye silently swept away the scattered stone chips on his body.
"Are you still pretending?" Lin Du calmly put his hands behind his back and used a whisk to create a path for people to pass by. "She is not as smart as Jinxuan and has quick reactions. She doesn't need protection."
Yuan Ye's newly inflated self-confidence was easily shattered. He let out a cry and followed them like a wandering spirit.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he was pushed forward by Lin Du, with a glazed lamp stuffed in his hand, "You are the number one among the new disciples of the mechanism technique, and you are also the future backbone of our sect. Go to your ancestral grave." Dig it yourself.”
Yuan Ye:......
Ni Jinxuan couldn't help laughing.
Yuan Ye's heart felt so empty that he suddenly felt a little sour and bulging. He walked up to him and babbled, "Uncle Junior, have you ever seen someone who could bring someone from your own sect to dig the ancestral graves in this world?"
"I saw you today." Lin Du said with a smile.
As they walked forward, the flame of the glazed lamp in Yuan Ye's hand flickered with their steps, and the flames kept drifting, but it was particularly bright and warm in the darkness.
Most of the light in the darkest hour, no matter how small, is bright.
