My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 89 Ten deaths but no life, a sign of great misfortune! (Please subscribe)

"Wow, what a deep crack!"

It’s the eighth day of September in a blink of an eye.

In order to accidentally miss the appointed time, the team arrived at the cliff where the royal family of Nanzhao Kingdom was buried on the morning of the eighth day of September.

Simu stood at the edge of the crack and glanced down. His hat was blown off all of a sudden. If Uncle Jiu hadn't caught him, he would have almost fallen down.

Wang Xiao was also looking at the surrounding environment.

There is a black turtle on the left and a green snake on the right. The crack is between the two. It was originally a place of high-quality Xuanwu Feng Shui, but it was cut off in the middle by the crack. The high-quality Feng Shui felt it was very strange and could not tell whether it was good or bad.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, Wang Xiao visually estimated that it was hundreds of feet high. It was pitch black below and no buildings could be seen except for the whistling wind.

The royal family of Nanzhao had its own imperial tomb, but what the world didn't know was that it was just a tomb. The seven kings and three emperors of Nanzhao were secretly buried in this location after their deaths.

Wang Xiao was a little curious about how those people in the cultivation world deceived the Nanzhao royal family into agreeing to place the royal mausoleum here.

But it’s not surprising when you think about the various ghosts and legends in Yunnan and Guizhou, as well as the emperors who were crazy about pursuing immortality.

These emperors would really do anything for the so-called immortality.

Even Emperor Jiajing, who was boasted by later generations of netizens to be very intelligent, let countless women eat and drink in public to keep his aunt clean in order to practice the elixir.

When they reach their status and have everything they should have, they have all kinds of fantasies in their minds and pursue unrealistic things.

"The poor monk heard that you can only enter but not leave here... Amitabha!"

Master Yixiu walked to Wang Xiao and looked at the cracks below with a very complicated expression.

He also learned about the Great Rebellion Spirit Formation in the past few days.

When he learned everything, his emotions were complicated and difficult to understand.

The spiritual world takes it as its own duty to support justice, kill demons and save the world, and it is a sacred existence in his mind.

But he never expected that the spiritual world would actually implement such a huge plan that lasted for thousands of years.

Although the plan was for the entire world and the entire spiritual world, the execution process and methods were a bit too cruel.

From the beginning to the present, 36 dynasty forces have been planned. It is difficult to imagine how many people among them died innocently because of this plan.

Every node is allowed in and out. Every time an emperor dies, the people who come to mourn will be buried in it. Plus those who died in the burial, it is estimated that there are millions of people.

After learning the whole reason of the whole incident, if Wang Xiao hadn't taken action in time, his Buddhist heart would have been almost shaken.

Wang Xiao also fell silent. To be honest, it's really hard to tell whether this is right or wrong.

Perhaps the idea of ​​those seniors in the spiritual world is to sacrifice a small part and save a large part.

Top management always considers the overall situation. When faced with a small part and a large part, they will abandon a small part and choose a large part without hesitation.

But there is a premise for all this, and this small part does not include them.

"Real person..."

A disciple who was responsible for delivering the message ran over and reported to Wang Xiao with clasped fists: "Master, the master sent an order to all ministries to start getting ready. The official action will be at midnight on the ninth day of September, and the nodes will be opened at noon at the same time."

"okay, I get it."

Wang Xiao nodded and looked at Uncle Jiu and several masters in the mage realm.

"Fellow disciples..."

Uncle Jiu clapped his hands and said to everyone: "The leader has sent an order, go down and prepare first, we will enter the node as soon as the time is up."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, and a bundle of ropes tied with talismans was thrown down.

Wang Xiao nodded to Uncle Jiu and others, patted the still confused big tiger, and jumped directly.

Since the fall of the Nanzhao Kingdom, this node has been completely sealed. No one knows what is going on below. Wang Xiao, the real person, will go down first to ensure the maximum safety for everyone.

The howling wind blew past my ears, and there was a faint smell of mold and putrid smell in the air.

A hundred feet away, just in the blink of an eye.

The big tiger pressed its paws on a boulder, looked into the darkness in the canyon, and let out a dull growl.

As an animal spirit, it is very sensitive to danger.

Looking into the darkness deep in the canyon, an inexplicable palpitation came to my heart.

"Master, I feel very dangerous there."

The big tiger shook his head and whispered his feelings.

Wang Xiao nodded slightly as he looked at his surroundings.

"fire!"

He raised his hand and dragged it into the air, and a fireball as big as a millstone appeared out of thin air, slowly rising dozens of feet and lighting up most of the canyon.

A sacred path leads straight into the darkness. Due to the lack of maintenance, it was pockmarked by gravel falling from the cliff. Most of the statues on both sides of the Shinto are incomplete.

He moved his hand forward slightly, and the huge fireball shuttled quickly, driving away the darkness deep in the canyon, revealing the scenery at the end of the Shinto.

At the end of the canyon is a huge cliff, with a tall gatehouse carved with various figures, snakes and birds attached to the cliff.

Under the gatehouse, two giant doors carved with various runes and totems cut off Wang Xiao's view of exploration.

"Ma'am, how about down there!"

Bursts of rustling sounds came from above, followed by Uncle Jiu's questions.

"Safety."

Soon Uncle Jiu and others slid down the rope.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's great if you can fly!"

The four eyes that came down looked at Wang Xiao's clean body, and then at the people who were a little embarrassed from climbing the cliff, and let out a sigh of envy.

Uncle Jiu gave a warning look, smiled and closed his mouth.

After everyone who confirmed the action came down, Wang Xiao led everyone to the Shinto and the huge stone door.

At the same time, teams from all over Yanhuang were also moving towards their goals.

Xijing City, the Republic of China, next to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

The heads of the Shangqing Sect, Wudang, and Tianshi Mansion nodded to each other and walked towards a stone wall.

The two most dangerous places are under the responsibility of the respective heavenly masters.

The faces of these top masters in the cultivation world were expressionless and solemn.

Just now, a heavenly master who was good at divination made a fortune for everyone.

The hexagrams show omens of great misfortune.

At that time, everyone's hearts sank, and they had a guess that they had never dared to think about.

Thousands of years of planning may have gone wrong at some point.

The idea of ​​terminating the operation was floated.

This time, all the masters in the entire cultivation world acted collectively. If something unexpected happened, the cultivation world would not be able to turn around for hundreds of years, and it might even collapse.

But how can anyone be willing to give up on everyone?

Thousands of years of planning by countless predecessors were abandoned because of a hexagram. How will they face those predecessors in the future?

more importantly.

Nowadays, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is rapidly weakening for unknown reasons.

Some experts predict that in a hundred years the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be completely cut off, and there will be no more practitioners in the world.

On the one hand, there is a narrow escape from death, and on the other hand, there is no chance of death, so they can only choose to take a gamble.

Compared with the collapse of the practice world, they are more afraid that the practice inheritance will be cut off.

Seeing that everyone had made up their minds, the heavenly master who was good at divination, at the expense of his own cultivation, overcame the heavenly secrets and made another fortune telling.

Finally there is good news.

Although it is still a sign of great misfortune, there is still a glimmer of hope amidst this great misfortune.

The hexagram shows that there is a noble person to help. As long as that noble person is found, the crisis will be reduced to a level that everyone can accept, even if it will not be eliminated.

While everyone was relieved, they were also a little worried.

Who is this noble man?
  Where should they go to find it?

Before taking action, they reported to both the superiors and the subordinates, and the replies from the superiors and subordinates were still the same as before.

This is a catastrophe for the human race, and God and the underworld cannot interfere.

Several leaders even received news from their seniors.

It's not that they are unwilling to help these juniors, but they have issued strict orders from the top.

No one is allowed to help the spiritual practice community for any reason or in any form.

Those who dare to take action without permission may be deprived of their divine status, thrown into the netherworld forever and unable to reincarnate, or their souls may be lost in the worst case.

No one above or below can help. Everyone can only hope that the noble person can appear in time at the most dangerous time and save the entire practice world.

Standing in front of the cliff, the leader of the Shangqing Sect looked up at the stars and spoke slowly.

"Everyone, the time has come. Let's go down and start."

The leaders nodded slightly, raised their hands in the air, and the paper cranes conveyed the orders at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)