ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

The surrounding lighting includes not only glowing luminous pearls.

The places where there are no reliefs are covered with a kind of luminous moss, and the faint green light makes the already dark underground palace even more eerie and terrifying.

Shenshui's voice was trembling: "Master, has anyone died here?"

"..."

Du Xinghe: "Why don't you take a look at where this place is and then think about your problem."

Shenshui Nanran said: "I'm just afraid that I might kick a skeleton or something like that while walking."

"No, they are all lying in the coffin." Du Xinghe paused and said, "It is quite possible to kick the corpse of the tomb robber."

"If you're afraid, just walk back and we'll clear the way in front."

Xinyue said.

She is not afraid of corpses, and she happens to be better than her junior brother in something, so she can't wait to show off in front of Du Xinghe and become her master's confidant.

Du Xinghe glanced at it.

Very good, melee opens the way, the wet nurse goes in the middle, and the other melee goes to the rear, the arrangement is reasonable.

"Is there someone in front of you?" Shenshui's sharp eyes saw that the end of the originally empty corridor was covered by a black shadow, and he tightened his grip on the stick in his hand.

"not human."

Master's words shattered half of Shenshui's self-confidence.

When I got closer, I realized that the black figure was really not a human being, just two rows of pottery soldier figurines holding magic weapons. They were carved so lifelike that their eyes seemed to move...

"what!"

"what happened again?"

"The soldiers stared at me."

Du Xinghe opened his eyes, and sure enough, the soldiers who were looking straight ahead now glared at the three of them in unison: "Then you stare back."

Shenshui obediently stared back at each of them, his ape-like eyes as wide as copper bells.

"Wait a minute, Master, since their eyes can move, can their bodies also..."

Before Shenshui could finish speaking, the surrounding soldiers suddenly rose up, waving their weapons and slashing at the three of them.

Du Xinghe jumped back, and the soldier's halberd blade narrowly missed her hair.

Before the cut hair fell to the ground, she unsheathed her sword, the swords and halberds collided, and fire burned in the darkness.

Although the sword that crossed the galaxy was not a magic weapon, it was quite impressive to see when traveling around the world. After being infused with spiritual power, it even had the effect of cutting iron like mud. However, when it was struck on this soldier, it only made a gap. She Shocked: "Back off! It's too narrow here!"

Without a teammate protection mechanism, it is easy to accidentally injure teammates.

The soldiers are not flesh and blood, and fighting to the death is obviously not cost-effective.

After the three of them retreated out of the corridor, the soldiers did not catch up. Instead, they put away their weapons and returned to their original positions to stand guard.

"My guess is good. Guarding this road is a higher priority for them than chasing me."

Du Xinghe opened the system and identified the realm of the twelve terracotta warriors in front of him.

Each one is equivalent to the strength of the first level of pill formation, and it is difficult for ordinary weapons and guns to damage them.

Du Xinghe wanted to find help from the real person Rong Yu on the jade certificate, but the jade certificate never responded.

"Master, do we want to go back the way we came?"

Shen Shui asked.

Leaving the scope of the mausoleum, the influence on the jade ultimatum should also disappear.

However, there is another option for crossing the galaxy. She asked in a voice that could only be heard by the system: "Where is the emperor's coffin? I miss my husband."

……

Emperor Ying Cang took a short nap.

It took about a hundred years before he got up to inspect his underground palace.

He grew up in the palace and disliked contact with outsiders. In the past few hundred years, the person he got along with the most was Cang Hengzi, a young weapon repairer. He provided the space and asked him to help him build his tomb more perfectly. Cang Hengzi also had good skills in making terracotta warriors, and each one was made according to his preference.

After a round of inspection, Emperor Ying Cang lay back in his coffin with great satisfaction.

The lid of the coffin was tightly closed and no light leaked out. It was perfect for practicing.

After lying in the coffin, Emperor Ying Cang remembered some old things.

The Queen Mother Shengzhang wanted to choose a concubine for him to marry, but when he sternly refused, she pointed out that not only did her family have the throne to inherit, but she also needed future generations to continue the incense. Did he want no one to offer incense for him in a hundred years? Isn’t it uncomfortable to see other people’s children and grandchildren in groups while you are alone?

Emperor Ying Cang: "I can live at least eight thousand years if I break through the integration stage."

Emperor Ying Cang: "Other people's descendants have died in droves, but I am still strong."

As long as you live long enough, there will be no problem.

After overcoming the people who urged the marriage, the kingdom that they said would last for thousands of years was destroyed, and the clan full of children and grandchildren died for different reasons, Emperor Ying Cang felt more and more that he was on the right path.

The only mistake was that he was afraid of being lonely in the immortal world, so he used the power of his own rules to copy the souls of his father, mother, and sister, and attached them to the pottery figurines made by Cang Hengzi to accompany him through his long life.

...The result is that they are still urging him to get married.

At this moment, the terracotta figurine of the Supreme Emperor sneaked into the main room of his mausoleum and advised him not to stay in the underground palace for many years and to go out for some fresh air: "I don't have high requirements for my daughter-in-law. As long as she is alive, she will be fine."

"..."

"It doesn't matter if it's half-dead or not."

Emperor Ying Cang: "Father, I am over five thousand years old."

"That's right, you are already a grown-up, why are you still a boy? Do you want to maintain a pure Yang body when cultivating immortals? I see you do a lot of craft work! I am as old as you... No, when I was not as old as you, every day The Wan Tong books are full, unlike you, whose hands tremble when seeing strangers, but you are a prodigy in cultivating immortals. I am really worried about what you will do if you ascend one day."

Emperor Ying Cang turned over in the coffin, pretending to be autistic.

The emperor's pottery figurine saw that he could not get enough oil and salt, so he stayed by the coffin and waited for him to get up.

At this moment, the door to the main room was slowly pushed open.

"Master, how did you find this path? There were no mechanisms along the way!"

Emperor Ying Cang was shocked when he heard this.

His mausoleum was built in a remote place. No tomb robbers had broken into it for many years, but the mechanism was not in vain. Only a very secret road was safe. This man actually knew where the entrance was?
How could there be an outsider! ?
As soon as his spiritual thoughts were spread out in a hidden way, he found a young female nun sitting on the lid of his coffin.

Crossing the galaxy, he confirmed with the system: [Does the coffin lid need to be lifted when the same person is dead? Is it okay to sleep on the lid for an hour? 】

After getting a positive answer, she lay down on the coffin lid and replied to Shenshui: "You are protecting me outside the door. I will stay here for an hour."

After hearing this, the two of them retreated to the main room and closed the door thoughtfully.

Du Xinghe discovered that there was a pottery figurine beside the coffin. He did not attack her, but looked over curiously and asked her in a low voice why she was in the tomb.

Du Xinghe: "Oh, my ex-husband is buried here."

Although the deceased also had a reputation, there was no harm in giving her a place in the mausoleum of an emperor and the harem of three thousand beauties.

Earthquake in the pupils of the pottery figurines.

Emperor Ying Cang inside the coffin was sweating profusely.