This pair of stone gates is so high that it is really awe-inspiring. Standing in front of the gate and looking up, you can't see the end, because there are lingering yellow clouds, one by one, and the fog is misty.
There are many traces engraved on the gate, which are the primitive ancestors who worshiped the sun, moon, thunder and lightning, feared the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods, and there were also various ancient beasts and strange insects.
Is such a high stone gate prepared for the ancient emperor? A stream of hell gushes out, full of dead air, ordinary people will turn into bones and be swallowed up if they get close.
However, there are also life fluctuations in the depths of the secret realm inside this stone gate, which does not match Huang Quan's performance.
Whoosh!
The stone man was the first to move, his chariot rumbled, turned into a ball of misty light and rushed forward to enter the emperor's mausoleum. Although he was not tall, he came down like a fairy king.
A dragon and a tiger are both stone beasts, with flowing luster, pulling a chariot more than one meter long into the top of Huangquan, and will pass through the huge stone gate that is ten thousand feet high.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the gate vibrated, and strands of ancient pictures trembled on it. Primitive ancestors, unknown strange beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects seemed to be resurrected and came out through the wall.
There was a powerful fluctuation there, the stone dragon and the stone tiger roared, as if they had been struck by lightning, and then flew upside down, spilling wisps of divine blood.
With a loud bang, the chariot overturned, and the stone man staggered and flew out, with the divine blood flowing from his mouth, spilling into the void.
He was blown away together with the chariot and the two mounts, and suffered heavy trauma, which shocked everyone. This is a great saint, but he couldn't cross Shimen even half a step.
The ancient great emperor passed away for tens of thousands of years, and the door of the tomb was wide open, and a great sage could not enter, which made everyone dazed and terrified.
"Stone man, you really don't pay attention. How can you be so disrespectful if you want to enter the mausoleum of the great emperor? You need to bow down." Daoist Baijie said, then turned around and said to Longma: "My nephew, go forward and salute, show him a demonstration. You can go in."
Longma's face was dark, and he wanted to bite him, but he turned around as if he didn't hear it. What he hates most now is the word "eldest nephew".
"That's right, even if the emperor sits down, he can't be blasphemed. It needs to be respected by all races." The guardian of the human race spoke, and two people came forward to pay respects.
Then, step by step and salute, he walked forward, and when he approached a pair of ancient stone gates, nothing really happened, and he was not shaken out.
Everyone was horrified, the ancient emperor had passed away hundreds of thousands of years ago, how could he still feel it
There was a loud noise, and a huge bronze tripod shook, protecting the huge stone gate approaching the main god. He stopped here and made a deep salute.
The stone carving on the door was calm and there was no change. He stepped in and succeeded.
In the rear, where the Yin soldiers of the underworld were, the bronze coffin was shaken, flew into the sky, passed through the yellow mist, and flew towards the gate.
"when!"
There was a deafening metal trembling sound, like a Celestial Hammer smashed down, it slammed heavily on the bronze coffin, the green rust fell off, and it turned somersaults and flew out.
Everyone gasped, the peerless strong man in the underworld didn't follow the ancient precepts and wanted to force his way in, but it was fulfilled and he was struck away.
Is there really something out there? The emperor is dead, this is the consensus of the people. How can I still feel it, what is going on.
With a bang, the rusty bronze coffin lid was lifted, and a tall figure sat up from inside, stood up straight, and then took a step forward.
His appearance caused a gloomy evil spirit to appear in the void of the universe, chilly and bone-chilling.
Everyone was stunned, as if they saw the Senluo hell descending on the world, they were cold from head to toe, facing him as if facing an eternal ghost, their hearts trembled.
This man was wearing a black dress, which was very wide, covering his whole body, even his head, which was covered by a mourning crown.
He stands in the shadows, and no starlight can approach him. The clothes are very old, conservatively estimated to be the gods and demons clothes hundreds of thousands of years ago.
He walked like a dragon and a tiger, his ancient black long clothes fluttered, and his wide sleeves were raised, revealing a terrifying scene, people saw very long black hair.
A quick glance made people rash and shocking, it was a tall figure, yes, it seemed to be covered with black hair, like a giant ape.
Is this human? He is majestic and tall, with the steps of a dragon and a tiger, but he has black hair, and he is wearing ancient clothes of gods and demons, which is intimidating.
This time he came to the stone gate, bowed earnestly, and did not force his way in again, and finally got in smoothly.
The only difference is that Huang Quanshui sensed his breath, and it boiled for a while, and the endless evil spirit rose into the air, but he was not affected, which seemed to be a kind of enjoyment.
Everyone is even more hairy, what is the peerless master in the underworld, and what kind of existence is the former ruler? !
The main god holding the bronze tripod was in conflict with the unworldly existence of the underworld. They each looked at each other and stood in two directions without approaching each other.
"Hey, if the stone man is capable, why don't you come in politely?" The leader of the bull demon clan smiled, and the pair of huge bull's eyes looked really scary.
Holding a shiny diamond in his hand, he stopped in front of the stone gate, paid homage, and entered safely.
The stone man was silent for a while, and finally got off the chariot, also came to the front, lowered his posture, whispered silently, moved forward and saluted, and entered.
Later, other protectors of the human race, as well as ancient evil gods of other races, also appeared one by one, which shocked people. The Great Sage did not come just three or five.
The emperor's corpse is about to appear, shaking the ancient road, many unworldly masters have left the customs, and rushed here, there are no less than eleven people in total, such a force is enough to wipe out the endless star field!
Others also want to go in, but they can't get close to Huangquan, and they are contaminated with the breath of the emperor's corpse, which is the most terrible kind of death. Although there is only a trace of it, it is not something ordinary people can bear. Once it gets close, it will directly turn into dust.
"Entering the imperial mausoleum requires all sentient beings to accompany you, recite the scriptures of saving people, and keep everything safe, otherwise many strange things may happen." A human guardian said.
The great sages of all races gather together, and there is nothing to hide and keep from each other. In this kind of big tomb, no one dares to mess up as soon as they enter, and they need to work together.
"This old man has a Buddha bridge to cross the river. Although it is not an imperial weapon and its power is not very great, it has been blessed by Emperor Amitabha chanting scriptures. It can dispel immeasurable evil spirits, and it can take people across the river to the god's shore."
An old monk spoke, with a pair of yellow eyebrows, a bright head, and a shabby cassock. He comes from the ancient star field of Amitabha. He is a supreme sage with boundless Dharma. He has traveled the starry sky, and now he has become the protector of the ancient road of the human race.
"That's very good." Others nodded. In this world, when it comes to the blessing of mindfulness, there is almost no one in ancient times who can compare with Amitabha Buddha.
Many people were startled, they never thought that this old monk had a secret weapon blessed by the ancient emperor.
A purple gold bridge appeared in the palm of the old monk. He shook his hand and threw it. The bridge quickly enlarged, crossing the Yellow Spring, and directly leading to the land inside the gate, flowing with golden luster.
And during this process, he kept chanting his sins and worshiping in the tomb without any attack.
"It's really a fetish!" Daoist Priest Baijie's eyes were flooded, as if he wanted to grab it in his hands.
Everyone else can also see that this is a magic weapon blessed by the ancient emperor. Although it doesn't have a strong attack power, the Buddha's light is too strong.
This is the leftover material of Amitabha Buddha's sacrificial refining of the emperor's soldiers to subdue the magic pestle. Although it is not as big as a fist, it still has the power of heaven and earth after being made into a purple gold bridge by the holy monks of later generations.
It does not focus on attacking, but saves all living beings, and can condense the faith of Buddhists. It is a rare ancient treasure.
Soldiers and horses from various camps and different races, one team after another, covered the sky and covered the sky, boarded the Zijin Buddha Bridge, and passed the stone gate while saluting the tomb.
This kind of scene is a bit scary, there are countless troops, all of them entered a tomb, and the yellow mist flows, like many heavenly soldiers entering Jiuyou.
This time apart from the human race, many strong men from other races also came, the number is endless, but the Zijin Buddha Bridge accommodated and carried everyone.
"When I protect myself, I can't let accidents happen to the parts of the chanting. I must protect it." A human protector said.
"This is natural." The Bull Demon King was very proud, sacrificed the Vajra cut, hung it high in the sky, and let down a silver ripple, not only protecting the Bull Demon Clan, but also protecting the others below.
Clang!
The stone man opened his mouth and spat out, and the green measuring ruler flew up into the sky, and the chaotic air fell down, and there were endless fairy tears, and the light of the gods shrouded the place.
Even if there is a grievance, it is temporarily abandoned. There is nothing more important than meeting the ancient emperor. For the great sage who has been cultivating for thousands of years and can no longer make progress, this is a fairy fate.
This is a secret place, and the ancient wood wolf forest inside does not lack energy, and it is accompanied by death in Huangquan.
Everyone entered and boarded the shore. The big mountain in front of them was majestic and continuous, surrounded by waves of pure white fairy mist, which made people feel like they were in a dream.
Is this really a big tomb? How does it look like entering a fairyland
"It's so shocking. There are hidden Dao marks. If I can comprehend, maybe I can break through." On the spot, a great saint sat down, facing the countless fairy mountains, with a solemn expression on his face. Enlightened here.
People move forward cautiously, away from the underworld, into the fairy mountains, surrounded by mist, full of sacred and peaceful atmosphere.
Ahead, there was the sound of water, a silver divine river flowing, and beside the river bank was a huge stele, engraved with several large characters in ancient divine script: Dibing Mountain.
Everyone's heart trembled, they didn't expect that not long after entering, they would arrive at the place where the ancient emperor buried his soldiers!
At this time, people can't be calm anymore, and their hearts are surging. This place is full of treasures. If there is no accident, they will see the birth of the emperor soldier.
"What is that?" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
On the upper reaches of the silver river of Kami, there lay a huge creature, looking at them indifferently, with a kind of supreme majesty.
"It's a horse with the characteristics of a dragon!" The people were shocked, and they were all stunned. They didn't expect that there were living creatures here.
It was a scarlet red horse, with a leading head and a body, with thick limbs, and now it jumped up suddenly, like a mountain peak, extremely huge, with red clouds flying.
Ye Fan was taken aback, and looked at the dragon and horse in human form. Their real bodies were so similar that they were almost the same.
With a dragon chant, the dragon horse turned into a red cloud fairy energy, disappeared in place, and re-formed into a red dragon in the sky, shaking its head and tail, and rushed into the depths of the fairy mountain.
"Oh my god, is this true, the ancient emperor's exclusive mount, it has survived to this life?!"
"How is this possible, the emperor has already sat down, and his mount is still alive?!"
Everyone was stunned, looking at the direction where the red dragon disappeared, dumbfounded, like clay sculptures and wood carvings.