[Ding! Your master god controller authority has been improved!]
The prompt from the main temple sounded.
But this time, it seems to be a little different from usual.
Even without the reminder from the main shrine, Wu Ming could feel something mysterious and mysterious about Yu Qingzi's body, which was plundered by him.
With a slight movement of consciousness, one can sense the transcendent light of the ubiquitous main temple.
The vast power seems to be pulled by one's own thoughts.
Such mighty power moved Wu Ming's heart.
Knowing that the accumulation all the time, several life-and-death struggles, his authority has finally reached an extreme, and he can only break through by removing the last block in the way!
At that time, the title of Master God Controller will become worthy of the name!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Wu Ming frowned, and the information exchange with the main temple made him sense a very novel power, or in other words, he tried a certain power.
"Issuing a mission?"
Before, he could only modify tasks passively, but could not generate tasks.
But now, it seems that there is such a possibility!
"It's not without limits..."
Wu Ming closed his eyes, and through the communication with the main temple, he realized the extreme of his authority.
"Now, although I have accumulated so much authority, I have reached the level where I can issue tasks, but I still have to... make the most of the situation?!"
Wu Ming was a little unsure: "Make the most of the situation? Let nature take its course? Do you want to try it?"
He also knew in his heart that before he became the sole master of the main temple, it was impossible for him to do the creation task at his own will, otherwise he could kill all the other reincarnators and those with authority, gather authority in one body, and then kill the will of the main god.
"Make the best use of the situation? Make the best use of the situation?"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up, but he thought of the last time the main god's will reversed time and space and interfered with the mission dungeon.
Here in Shengjing, he felt the deepest traces of the main temple.
That is the legacy of the distorted time and space by the will of the main god three hundred years ago, and the glory of the main god fell, defeating many great supernatural beings!
Or... Dao Mark!
"If it is here, trying to generate a task, I am afraid it will be ten times easier than the outside world!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed: "If that's the case..."
He was silent for a long time, thought about the plan several times, and still felt that it was feasible, but he didn't rush to do it at this time, but came to the center of the hall, where there was a pool of blood.
Just now, Yu Qingzi used the magic technique to sacrifice his body in exchange for unparalleled strength, but he was still consumed to death by Wu Ming.
At this time, apart from a faint blood shadow, there were only scattered Taoist robes, dust whisks and other things on the ground.
With a flash of his eyes, Wu Ming took out a small gossip mirror from the sundries, but dismissed the other things, and came to the cloud bed in the center of the hall.
"Edict!"
The gossip bronze mirror array is controlled by Taoism. With Wu Ming's knowledge of the earth immortal level and familiarity with Yuqing's Taoism, he just fumbled a little, and immediately got started.
Enveloped by a cloud of clear light, the oil lamps on the gossip array burst into flames, and the bronze mirrors on all eight sides lit up, showing a large area of light and shadow, and the angles kept changing.
"This is… "
Wu Ming looked at it, but he gasped a little: "The mausoleum? And it's still the Ninth Five-Year Supreme... This is the imperial mausoleum?!"
Under the Great Shang Palace, there is actually a space of ten thousand mu
This was a shocking event in the first place, but in this underground palace, there is actually an imperial mausoleum! It's even more incredible.
"Are you kidding me? Is there anyone who built a grave under their own house?"
Wu Ming was extremely shocked: "Or... this is not the tomb of the emperors of the Shang Dynasty, but was remodeled later?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and all the light shot out, but he looked more carefully.
The imperial mausoleum is large in scale and quite vast. On the side of the tomb passage in the middle, there are stone dragon sculptures of various shapes, with strange styles and a sense of wildness in foreign lands.
"If this place is not the mausoleum of the Shang Dynasty, it can only be built after Ji Yi..."
A flash of inspiration flashed in Wu Ming's mind: "The emperor's mausoleum... evil spirit... destiny... dragon monster... I... do it! Ji Yi and Yuqing, you two are really brave!"
The evil spirit of the dragon is filthy, and if any living beings get into it, there is only one way to go.
But for ordinary people, what they can absorb is the limit, and if there is more, they will explode and die.
This kind of dragon monster is naturally useless to Da Zhou.
And who is the most suitable person to accept Longsha? Naturally, it is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, the imperial configuration! After all, this evil spirit is also a variation of dragon spirit!
"Therefore... if Dazhou wants to cultivate dragon monsters, absorb dragon demons, and then transform them for his own use, it is best to use the emperor's corpse as a carrier..."
Wu Ming's face was embarrassed: "So, if Ji Yi doesn't want to bury himself in it, he has to pick up the ancestral tombs of the great merchants and bury the emperors of the Shang Dynasty in it, and then attract the evil spirit of the capital and concentrate it in the emperor's grave." Among the mausoleums, the dragon monsters produced in this way are the most suitable... Seriously, the emperor's temper is very ruthless!"
In the history books, the imperial tombs of the Shang Dynasty were still properly protected by the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But Wu Ming believed in his own eyes even more, knowing that after being cut off from the Dragon Qi, neither Ji Yi nor Yuqing would be polite to the big merchants, and they would definitely dig graves.
"Tsk tsk... I said how did the national power recover so quickly after the Great Zhou Dingding? The meritorious officials were rewarded so generously. It turned out that the tombs of the great merchants were stolen and the treasures buried with the emperors of the past dynasties..."
Wu Ming was envious twice, but his eyes looking at the bronze mirror in the underground palace were full of heaviness.
The fate of the emperor, coupled with the mysterious bird Longsha, what will the dragon monster born look like
Even if it was him, he wouldn't dare to beat him up!
"The Great Shang has enjoyed the country for thousands of years, and there are more than fifty emperors, even if only half of them, no! One tenth of them mutated into a dragon monster, which is terrifying... If it is the same for the Great Shang Taizu..."
Wu Ming was shocked.
Most of these dragons have the life of a mysterious bird, is there a more suitable carrier than the Great Shang Emperor
And the Great Shang Taizu is also a generation of ancestor dragons, the combination of the two...
"If this is the case, then the luck drawn out by capturing the dragon monster transformed by the great ancestor of the Great Shang Dynasty may be enough to extend the Great Zhou Guozuo for another fifty years!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed, and he immediately estimated the approximate number: "No wonder the imperial court is so impatient... But... why there are only a few Taoists from Yuqing's Taoist veins guarding here, and there is no garrison for protection, it's really strange!"
But I also know that this place is mysterious, and ordinary troops won't stay for long at all, and the supplies and logistics alone are easy to be dragged down.
At this time, the world is in chaos, and the secrets of the underground palace must not be leaked out, otherwise it will be known by the anti-king with ulterior motives, and it will be a catastrophe in an instant.
This time it seemed that the imperial court had finally made up its mind to send elite and loyal experts to complete the task.
"Ho Ho!"
Suddenly, there was a roar, like a dragon or a tiger, extremely powerful.
The brilliance in Wu Ming's eyes was bright, and he could see that somewhere in the imperial mausoleum, the concentrated evil energy condensed into a small pond, and there was even a crystal in the middle, shining like a diamond.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed.
Most of the entire pond disappeared, and the crystal in it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Dragon Monster!"
Although the black shadow swept like lightning, Wu Ming still captured some fragments.
The scaly body, the sharp horns on the forehead, and even the body twice as tall as ordinary people, as well as the savage dragon aura on his body, all make ordinary people feel suffocated and oppressed when they see it.
"This is simply a place of death, Jedi... how can there be guards..."
A slight cold sweat appeared on Wu Ming's forehead: "On the other side just now, the average martial artist might not be able to clean it up... so many ordinary people come to deliver food in such a dangerous place!"
But it is very clear that if the dragon monsters would not easily leave the place where the dragons gather, the whole Shangzhou, and even the world, would probably set off a bloody storm.
"Nine evil spirits... Daoist Yuqing must have spent a lot of effort in arranging this situation, right?"
Wu Ming rubbed his chin: "After all, we are friends, so let's take advantage of it!"
Immediately press the small gossip mirror in your hand to the groove on the cloud bed.
crunch!
The two things fit together perfectly, and there was an organic sound.
Wu Ming smiled slightly, turned slightly, and tried several times. Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the hall.
A thick iron wall with a metallic luster on its surface was opened, revealing a tunnel leading directly to the bottom, and extremely thick black air rushed out.
Buzz!
A circle of Daoist spirit lights up, with the power of restraint, sealing the evil spirit visible to the naked eye in the tunnel.
"Sure enough, there is a tunnel leading to the emperor's mausoleum..."
Wu Ming took a deep breath and walked into the endless darkness...
…
In Yuqing Taoist Palace, in a quiet room.
"Grandfather..."
Taoist Jingxu, the head teacher of the contemporary Yuqing Dao, knelt on the futon and saluted respectfully to the Taoist above him: "Master Yuqingzi's uncle's Yuanshen card has been broken, I'm afraid... I'm afraid his soul has wandered too far..."
In fact, that's a euphemism for out of nowhere.
Above the cloud bed, a cloud of clear light gathered and turned into a human figure with a good light on his body.
It's just that at this time, although his face has not changed in the slightest compared to three hundred years ago, there is a layer of calmness, and he replied lightly:
"I already know!"
Taoist Jingxu was startled, and couldn't help asking tentatively: "Should we send someone to investigate?"
"No need to be like this, you go down, the world is at the time of fighting for dragons again, order to go down, recall all core disciples, and close the mountain gate!"
Old Taoist Yuqing spoke slowly.
"What?" Taoist Jingxu was shocked and wanted to stand up.
After all, the current Yuqing Daomai is an eminent sect of the Taoist sect, majestic and majestic. If he gives up at once, even he, the head teacher, is quite reluctant.
"Get out!"
Taoist Yuqing waved his hand.
Among Yuqing's Taoist veins, the old Taoist of Yuqing is naturally the biggest. No matter how unwilling Taoist Jingxu was, he did not dare to disobey, and bowed and withdrew.
The old Taoist Yuqing was silent for a moment, then pinched his fingers and frowned again: "Junior Yuqingzi has always been a bit mysterious, but this time, the old Taoist couldn't figure out any clues..."