Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1287 Undersea Mausoleum. 1
"This is too unreal!"

Fu Yuejun was stunned.

This is the first time she has seen this kind of situation, and she thought that those yin and yang techniques and Gu techniques were enough to scare the common people, but she never expected that she could also see such mysteries.

In the dark passage where they can't see their fingers, they can clearly feel that the majestic and vast space power is covering from all directions, time and space are changing, and they are also traveling at a high speed.

Gradually there was a glimmer of light, and Fu Yuejun saw countless waves sweeping over, but they were all blocked by the tunnel, she frowned: "This is... the bottom of the sea?"

"Could it be Erhai Lake?" The name of this sea area suddenly popped out of Fu Yuejun's mind.

I saw countless warriors in pitch-black armor standing on both sides, their lower bodies covered by the waves, and it was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead.

Jin Tingxiao looked around, squinted his eyes, and said in a long voice: "It is said that King Changqiang of Dian once intended to build a submarine mausoleum in Erhai Lake, but no one knows whether it is true or not."

In Wushan, there is the tomb of the King Xian, and under the altar, there is actually a space-time tunnel. In this way, the whole thing has become a mystery again.

"You won't know until the conveyor belt stops."

Sang Ling's eyes darkened, and she watched these warriors spread all over the seabed. This arrangement was similar to the long-lost mysterious array of the Yiling clan, with ancient traces everywhere.

She remembered what her grandfather had said back then, that in the pre-Qin period, the patriarch of their Yiling tribe was established by a god, and that first patriarch had created a water formation that could sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the sea and gather them into a powerful force , guard the bottom of the sea.

And this kind of formation was lost in the Han Dynasty. If this is really the Erhai Lake, then the legendary king of Dian, Changqiang, built a submarine tomb here, which is very likely to be true.

In the space-time tunnel, the surrounding space is constantly changing. It has been unknown how long it has been transmitted. The further they go, the more they can feel the noble and mysterious atmosphere, which is getting stronger and stronger.

Whirring whirring……

Countless sounds of wind and tide poured in from nowhere, and the three of them immediately saw a ray of pale light in front of them, and they should have reached the end of the tunnel.

The tunnel gradually stopped, and the three of them were already in a sea area, but they didn't know what happened. They felt that they were no different from being on land when they were in the bottom of the sea.

The surrounding sea water is also different from other sea areas, the sea water is just black, and it is full of heavy and vast power.

"Sure enough, it is an ancient formation that has disappeared for thousands of years." Sang Ling looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers scattered everywhere in front of him, and was completely shocked. She never imagined that in the ancient pre-Qin era, secret techniques were so powerful that such a large formation could be formed on the seabed Law.

At that time, what kind of terrifying existence were they, the Yiling Clan?

"Here, it should be the undersea mausoleum built by Chang Qiang."

Sang Ling looked up at the huge mausoleum in front of her. The mausoleum was like a palace, as if it had been lifted up by the waves.

Viewed from the front, the palaces, towers, Qionglou and Yuge, with deep shadows and cornices, are completely pre-Qin period buildings.

It is not so much a mausoleum, but rather a palace in the sky, standing straight in the midst of the waves.

"Why do I feel that this is the palace left behind by King Dian rather than the mausoleum." Fu Yuejun stared at the stars, sun and moon above the palace with fascination, and pinched his face hard to make sure that he was not dreaming.

(End of this chapter)