Supreme enchanting soldier king

Chapter 628 Tomb of the Great Emperor
Could it be her who owns the red embroidered shoes?
Ye Luo was shocked.

The era created by Tui Bei Tu is not only the era of the two most famous Taoist priests in Chinese history, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, but also the era of the eternal empress.

What kind of truth is hidden behind the endless and complicated clouds of history?
The shocking guess in Ye Luo's mind disappeared in a flash.

Then, Ye Luo looked at the wooden house again.

"Squeak—"

The door of the wooden house opened again, this time it was the back door, the previous mummy-like existence reappeared, with an old dustpan in his hand, carrying some bark, rags, and rotten fishing nets exuding the vicissitudes of life .

He smashed the things in the dustpan one after another, added water, and steamed them in an iron pot. Then, he ground the boiled things on a wooden board and dried them in the air.

Under the moonlight, the thing that was smoothed and dried turned into a complete old white paper.

Time seems to be long, but in fact it is in the blink of an eye.

He took the white paper he made and walked into the wooden house again.

Ye Luo stared at the scene, his heart was shaken again, his eyes, quietly looked at the door of the wooden house, a dilapidated plaque with barely legible writing, on the plaque, there was an ancient Chinese character written in small seal characters : Cai!
"how can that be?"

Ye Luo took a deep breath and tried hard to keep calm. The mummy-like existence, his method of making paper is a paper-making technique that countless Chinese people know very well. This paper-making technique is the first in the world. of papermaking.

The yellow spring is weak and the water is three thousand, but it can sink everything. Why didn't the flimsy little paper boat sink?

In Ye Luo's mind, he now vaguely has an answer.

Between heaven and earth, the first paper will not sink!

"Let's go, the bell is ringing, and the Yellow Spring is flowing backwards. It's time for everything to end." Under the moonlight, under the Yellow Spring, the woman who could only see her back folded a paper boat again.

This time, she directly put the white paper boat into the underworld.

She got up, melancholy, sighed, took a step, her hair tip raised slightly, along the river bank, barefoot, walked towards the direction of the bell.

In the wooden house, the body of the mummy-like existence shook again, and he let out an extremely hoarse sigh, as if he was sad about something.

He put down the paper in his hand and followed the woman.

Both Prince Meiji and Cangyun old Taoist were holding an ancient talisman in their hands, their powerful auras were ready to erupt at any time, and they looked at everything in front of them with an extremely rare solemnity, without saying a word.

Both of their terrifying ancient powers seem to be on guard.

"Who are you?" Just as that woman, a mummy, was walking towards the direction of the bell, the powerful and unfathomable Prince Meiji asked.

However, no one responded.

It seemed that the woman and the mummy didn't care at all. He, the Fusang Holy Land, the island nation was like a god-like terrifying existence.

The aura on Prince Meiji's body fluctuated slightly. Since the great change of the world, no one has ever dared to treat him with such an almost ignorant attitude.

However, he endured it and did not attack.

In his eyes, the terrifying and mysterious laws flickered. After a short silence, he also rushed towards the direction of the bell along Huangquan.

Old Daoist Cang Yun of Yanhuang Holy Land made the same move.

"Hey, Brother Scar, do you feel that the scene of making paper just now is more familiar, and also, does the Taoist robe on that mummy look like the Wangu that we saw on the Internet when we were in the city?" The first prophecy, push the back map? What the hell, I said at the time, the constellations and so on are all weak, compared with our Chinese Book of Changes and the push back map, they are all so mentally handicapped..."

The moonlight flowed, and the feet stepped on the thick layer of leaves, making a creaking sound. Everyone was extremely vigilant, and the ancient trees in the forest became taller, taller and more mysterious.

Everyone's nerves were tense, and they didn't know how long they had walked. The people in front finally stopped again.

The sound of the ancient bell seems to be right next to the ear, and the mysterious Tao rhyme is passed into the ears of the person, making the soul of the person seem to have been washed.

The source of the bell, is it here?
Ye Luo watched from a distance, his body froze severely.

The one walking in the front, the mummy and the woman, had already stopped.

In front of them was an ancient tomb. To be more precise, it was a pitch-black mountain with the mountain as the tomb. In front of the tomb was a tombstone with no words reaching the sky.

The vast and mysterious Yellow Spring flowed into that big mountain, and it didn't know where it led. Moreover, the bell sounded from that black mountain.

The most important thing is that with this mountain as the center, there are nine mountain ranges extending in all directions. The entire Forbidden City of Huangquan seems to be divided by these nine mountain ranges.

If a normal Chinese person with a little knowledge of Feng Shui saw this kind of terrain, he would be so shocked that he couldn't breathe!

Because, this feng shui pattern is ten dragon arches and one guard!
From a distance, the Nine Heavens Mountain Range looks like nine ancient real dragons. The Yellow Spring winds like the ancestor of ten thousand dragons, guarded by the Nine Dragons to suppress the Yellow Spring. This tomb alone is enough to shock the ages.

Whose tomb is this?
What about the bell in the tomb?

Are all the mysteries, what everyone is looking for, in this tomb?

"My lord, they stopped, what should we do?" An old man beside Prince Meiji asked cautiously, and Ye Luo could hear him from a distance.

Prince Meiji didn't speak. He took out an ancient compass exuding divine aura from the storage ring. He bit his finger, and a drop of golden blood full of terrifying energy dripped from his hand, dripping on the above the compass.

He took out an ancient talisman, quickly condensed an ancient seal with his hands, and the mysterious aura flowed around him, as if he was speculating about something.

On the other side, Old Daoist Cang Yun, not far away, took out an ancient communication talisman in his hand, and quickly condensed the imprint, as if he was in contact with someone.

In Ye Luo's pocket, the little fairy bridge beast carefully tapped the little paper figurine, and asked in a low voice, "You seem to be a little absent-minded, have you been here before? Uncle Ye seems to have found something too?"

Ye Luo forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and glanced around. Amidst the strong doubts, the murderous intent in Ye Luo's heart became more and more intense. Ye Luo glanced lightly at the short ninja Nakamura Saburo beside him, and said: " follow me."

Seeing that Ye Luo finally spoke to him, the lowly ninja couldn't help being shocked, and his heart was suddenly excited. This big man who pretended to be low-key actually took the initiative to talk to him. He held back the surprise in his heart and said, "Where are we going?" ?”

(End of this chapter)