Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 188 The Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor [5]

Her hair was messed up by the wind, and her voice was a little scattered.

The lacquer carving Ming Ke gave her an ambiguous answer: "I naturally have my purpose, just like you have your own plans when you enter Beichen Palace and leave Beichen Palace."

Mo Fenghua saw that he didn't intend to say anything, and knew that it would be useless to ask again, so she changed the question: "Where is the Lingxi Pearl?"

"I guess eight out of ten//Nine are in the coffin of the Emperor Shengzu, either in his hand or in his mouth."

Mo Fenghua frowned: "It's best in your hand."

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Three hundred miles east of Kyoto is the famous Guanju Mountain in Yanwu Kingdom. The scenery on the mountain is beautiful. There are often some poets who have traveled here to play and leave poems on the wall.

But there is a dangerous peak on Guanju Mountain that even birds cannot cross. At a glance, this dangerous peak is called Shenlai Peak, which means that only gods can climb it.

At this moment, Mo Fenghua, Qi Diaoming and his master and servant are standing on the top of Shenlai Peak, looking at the abyss below. Mo Fenghua feels gusts of cold wind coming up from below, like bursts of boiling air. Like waves.

The lacquer carving Mingo said: "The entrance to the emperor's mausoleum is on the stone wall below, let's go down."

Mo Fenghua was shocked. The entrance of the mausoleum is on the most dangerous peak. It is unimaginable. The cliff cannot be climbed by geckos, and the dangerous peak cannot be climbed by birds. How did they build it in the first place? It is incredible. .

Their bodies were falling rapidly, and the air waves coming up from below were scraping and cutting the exposed skin like knives.

Mo Fenghua asked Mingke Qidiao: "Have you ever gone in before?"

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, shook his head: "No, the Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor is very cunningly designed. There is only one chance to open it. No matter whether you can get out, the tomb will be automatically closed and you will never be able to enter again."

"Moreover, there are many traps inside. It is said that there are two identical mausoleums built, one real and one fake, stacked up and down. After entering, it is entirely by luck."

Mo Fenghua's mind suddenly came up with a sentence that he didn't know when he heard it in his previous life: The emperor's tomb has always been a game between the designer and the tomb robber.

About halfway down, Mingo stopped. He was holding a special compass in his hand. He looked at the compass and said, "It should be here."

Mo Fenghua looked at the mirror-smooth mountain, without any signs of excavation: "It doesn't seem to have been touched here."

Mingo, the lacquer carving, said: "The person who finally closed the entrance must be someone who is good at disguising. If the compass points to this place, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, stretched out his right hand, and five or six streaks of black smoke emitted from his hand like a spirit snake.

The black smoke adhered to the stone wall and slowly penetrated into it. After a while, Mo Fenghua heard a crackling sound, and there was a place on the stone wall that seemed to be cracking slowly.

In the end, it exploded with a sound of collision, and countless quick gravel flew out, revealing a circular entrance, which was very narrow, with a diameter of no more than a meter at most.

Mo Fenghua felt an aura gushing out from the entrance that made her feel uncomfortable all over, it was the decayed aura that had been dusty for a long time.

(End of this chapter)