Yu Dao Qiankun

Chapter 202 Funeral Figurines

Stepping on the shoe prints of King Gaoyang, Peng Yu crossed the Jade Bridge with Zhuan Yun one after the other.

While walking, he realized the mystery of the Tao of Shenyang, and discerned the completely different divinity of Zhuansun clan and Kunwu clan.

"The divinity of the Zhuansun family came from the Kunwu family, but they took a different path. They gave up the nature of the yin and focused on the power of the sun. No wonder the totem symbol of their family is the golden bird."

Pure yang, fierce, domineering, evil-fighting, subduing demons... It is precisely because of this characteristic that the power left by King Gaoyang can resist demonization and retain part of Yuqiao's immortal power.

The Jade Bridge suppresses the Styx River, and the evil energy of the Jade Lion is purified by the power of Shenyang, and the original posture of the Shengxian Bridge is restored.

Shengxian Bridge, the passage for people to become immortals.

The Emperor Ling set up the Immortal Bridge in the tomb, apparently with the idea of ​​ascending to immortality after death.

Recalling the scene in Linghuang's memory, Peng Yu's mood inevitably became complicated.

Cross the jade bridge and see the stone gate on the other side.

Standing on both sides of the tomb is to ward off evil gods and beasts, and the tomb door is carved with beast-faced gods and men. They hold spears and pestles, and the power of the gods rushes towards them.

Zhuan Yundao: "These gods and beasts all have supernatural powers, and we also need the protection of our ancestors."

The animal-faced god-man moved upon hearing the sound, and his eyes were crimson on his ferocious face.The white jade horns of the evil beasts on both sides are dyed with black jade, becoming a fallen monster.

At this moment, Zhuan Yun's power of Shenyang was activated.Chains and chains appeared on the beast face and evil spirits, and they forcibly pulled the tomb door out of a gap.

"It's now!" Zhuan Yun pulled Peng Yu up and jumped into the courtyard.

The field of vision is pure white.

Immortal Qi, Peng Yu was greatly shocked by the mellow immortal energy rushing towards his face.

Wasn't His Majesty the Heavenly Martial God before his death?Why is there such a strong immortal energy?Could it be that his world is hidden in the underground palace?

Shengxian Bridge, could it be that the other side of the Xianqiao is really a fairyland?
The white light faded, looking left and right, he and Zhuan Yun were standing in front of a high mountain.The green water vents from the top of the mountain, like a galloping horse galloping in the mountain stream.

"This is the small world built by Gaozu? Doesn't the entire atrium consist of one small world after another?"

"Of course not." Zhuan Yun sighed, urging Zi Qi to cut out a rainbow light.

Soon, the green mountains and beautiful waters in front of him disappeared, and there was another dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor, sat a clay figurine with a broken head.It put its hands on the piano, and pieces of its head kept falling, but it still played the piano with both hands.

The melodious sound of the piano is like continuous autumn water, and Peng Yu and his wife are trapped in a pool in late autumn.

Before Zhuan Yun could make a move, Peng Yu also understood.Stretching out his hand and shaking it lightly, lotus flowers bloomed all over the pool, easily tore apart the world of piano sound, and returned to the corridor.

bang——

Zhuan Yun smashed the clay figurines with one palm, and quickly passed by Peng Yu.

"The atrium is full of immortal energy, and the recovery speed is faster. We must speed up to pass."

But before the two of them crossed the corridor, the terracotta figurines recovered again.The sound of the piano revived, like spring thunder and rain, once again opening up a fairyland.

"I'm afraid this figurine has real immortality?" Peng Yu got serious, took out a piano and started playing.

The two qin sounds repelled each other, and when Peng Yu's qin sound overwhelmed the other, the figurine playing the qin returned to its original state and silently moved out of the way.

Seeing this scene, Zhuan Yun was quite surprised.

"These clay figurines are affected by the demonic power of the tomb, and they will take the initiative to back down?"

The previous few times he entered the atrium, he fought his way out abruptly, and he couldn't subdue the clay figurines at all.

"When Gao Zu made puppets, he liked to use some spiritual skills to inject part of his own knowledge into them. Although these clay figurine puppets have no intelligence, they have spirituality. As long as you use the same skills to subdue them, you can force them to back down."

Peng Yu passed by the figurine of the piano, and the figurine of the piano slowly turned its head, and the eyeliner outlined slowly narrowed into a line, as if smiling at him again.

But in the cold and dark atrium of the underground palace, it looked extremely gloomy.

Walking through the corridor, before turning a corner, a fog drifted over, and some laughter could be heard vaguely.

"Isn't this laughter from the figurines of the piano?"

"It should be maiko figurines." Zhuan Yun waved his hand and shot out a spirit cloud.The cloud and mist slowly turned into a slender fairy, dancing in the mist.

With the graceful dance, the fog gradually cleared, revealing a male clay figurine ten meters away.He has a strange image, dancing with hands and feet, and seems to be the same batch of products as the figurines of the piano just now.

Peng Yu walked over and stared at the maiko figurines thoughtfully: "These clay figurines, like the terracotta figurines outside, are all Tiangang-level energy. But the special abilities of these maiko figurines are more lethal than the terracotta figurines. Only pity……"

Your Majesty Linghuang, it has been 1000 years since your time.

1000 years ago, even though Emperor Ling had already stood at the pinnacle of the world, even though he had cultivated one martial saint after another.The supernatural powers are still a minority, and they are the elite forces of the Dakun Dynasty.

In which era, clay figurines of the Tiangang level exerted supernatural powers.This kind of terracotta figurines is enough to amaze the world.Even these funerary figurines were endowed with their own skills by the Emperor Ling, such as playing the piano, singing and dancing, painting, playing chess...they used the knowledge of the Emperor Ling.

But in the present, with the development of millennium civilization, the technology of that year has fallen behind.Many skills of the funerary figurines are no longer perfect.

As long as you subdue the figurines with today's skills, you can force them to give way.

Next, Peng Yu and Peng Yu encountered figurines of drumming, flute, suona, and pipa...

After all, Zhuan Yun is the best of the younger generation of the Zhuansun family. He is proficient in all kinds of arts, and he cooperates with Peng Yu to subdue the figurines of musicians one by one.

however--

When they passed through one corridor after another, they came to a tomb hall.There is a row of shelves in front of the wall on the left, on which there are various figurines of musicians.Those clay figurines were only the size of a thumb, and all their eyes were fixed on the two of them.What is strange is that the head of a figurine playing the piano was smashed, and there was still a lingering purple air around the neck.

Looking to the side in the direction of the piano-playing figurine, the dancing figurines, the drumming figurines... the order is exactly the same as what the two met just now.

"We were only moving on the shelf in this tomb room just now? Wait, this shelf itself uses the technique of folding the universe?" Peng Yu walked over quickly, and when his hand was placed on the shelf, his vision flickered, and he appeared in a corridor again. forward.

But soon, he forced himself out of the shelf space and back into the burial hall.

Looking around, besides the shelf of figurines of musicians, there are also shelves of figurines of cooks next to it.Cooking and frying... Kitchen figurines of various skills stood on the shelf, also observing the two of them.

Cold sweat broke out on Peng Yu's forehead: "Is this too much?"

Zhuan Yun said quietly: "How is your Highness's hundred arts?"

After a short silence, Peng Yu pointed to the clay figurines on the kitchen shelf and vetoed: "At least, these things can't be dealt with. How about you?"

"I have a little research on cooking skills, and I can barely deal with it. But if you look at the south—"

Another row of shelves, on which are blacksmith figurines, carpenter figurines, pottery figurines, etc...

These craftsmen figurines come in all shapes and sizes, with dozens of occupations.

"Less than half of the solitary arts are learned, how can it be possible to subdue these clay figurines?"

And behind the three shelves, there are more clay figurines and wooden shelves.

The two turned around, and finally saw the word "Hundred Things" at the entrance of the hall.

In the hall of all things, a group of clay figurines personally molded by Linghuang are buried, showing the life and social features of the people in Linghuang's era.

"Regarding death as life, Grandpa Gao got these clay figurines out, is it because he intends to continue enjoying the emperor's treatment in the underground palace?"

As soon as Peng Yu finished speaking, the shelves were activated one after another, and all the clay figurines came to life.

Although there are no clay figurines of the fighting type, when the abilities of these life-type clay figurines are fully erupted, the power displayed can make the two of them change their colors.

All kinds of life, all walks of life, directly projected a Dakun world in which Emperor Ling was alive.In this world, there is even a virtual heaven!
"This...these clay figurines combined can attract the attack of Dakun Tiandao?"

Faced with this situation, Peng and Yu fled in a hurry.

　The high-speed rail station was delayed for two hours. I went home to revise this chapter. It seems to be early in the morning.

　　Hey, if I knew it earlier, there would be no third update yesterday, at least the update of No. [-] can be preserved.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)