Chapter 195 Dig Your Own Ancestral Tomb

"There is only one person in the Great Zhou Dynasty who built his tomb on the dragon vein."

Yuan Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the rolling green hills. From the tip of the clouds, he could just make out the backbone of the entire dragon vein. The bones of those hills were distinct, forming sections of the spine.

"Where is the altar?"

Yuan Ye turned to look at the man and asked, "My patience is really limited."

The old Taoist, however, had no awareness at all. He just kept saying that he couldn't remember clearly and that it was not arranged by him.

Yuan Ye laughed, picked up one end of the rope, and threw the person directly down from the clouds.

A pig-killing roar rang out in the sky.

“Ahhhhh! Your Highness!!!”

"Your Highness, I remember it, I remember it!"

Yuan Ye patted Ni Jinxuan's arm, and she understood and released her spiritual whip to hook the person back.

The man who luckily managed to save his life was pulled back up into the clouds. If he hadn't had anything to eat, he would have almost vomited. Tears streamed down his old face, and his heart seemed to be blown out.

"I said, ugh... I said, Your Highness, Your Highness, spare my life. They said they wanted to hang the dragon by its midline."

Lin Du's face remained calm, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Xie Yu had locked him up for about three or four years, and all his sharpness and quick wit had been worn away. Those people who used to be decent people and immortals in Yuan Ye's memory were now just tattered clothes that had faded, been damp and eaten by ants.

The group of evil demons set up the formation altar on the middle vein of the dragon, at the very center of the spine.

Yuan Ye looked silently at the point that the man pointed out, and suddenly he felt a little pain in his back, which was even more painful than when Jin Xuan used him to break the stone door.

"Let's go."

Lin Du patted him on the back.

"In fact," Wei Zhi suddenly said, "forcibly injecting spiritual energy into the dragon's veins seems to have saved the dragon, but you see, the middle vein is alive, but the dragon's claws have shrunk."

"This dragon is old and has lost its claws. It can't bite the prey that wants to eat it."

The Buddhist monk's voice is always gentle and tender, with a hint of compassion for all living beings, but listening to it now, there is an indescribable melancholy.

"In the spirit world, a true dragon can live for ten thousand years, so a dragon that is a few hundred years old is just a cub. But the dragon veins in the mortal world, as your junior uncle said, will not live more than three hundred years."

Lin Du tilted his head and glanced at Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi inexplicably saw the obvious mockery in Lin Du's eyes, and he knew what she was mocking without her even saying a word.

"Young~cub~"

To stop the danger is to regret, to regret that you said those unnecessary words.

After Lin Du finished laughing, he turned around and took out his brand new treasure array.

Cang Li spent ten days hurriedly making the formation based on the drawing drawn by his junior sister. He made some further changes based on the formation of Lian Heng faction to make it more suitable for Lin Du, whose brain works faster than the formation.

Lin Du found the place quickly and accurately.

"It's ninety feet long and deep. It feels like the center of a mausoleum?"

Wei Zhi felt it and said, "It's the center of the underground palace."

She stood on the dragon vein and looked at Yuan Ye thoughtfully, "It's not easy to blow up the dragon vein directly, let's go into the mausoleum."

Yuan Ye took a step back and asked, "Are you really going to open the tomb?"

"She doesn't want to explode the dragon veins because she doesn't want to waste your spiritual power." Wei Zhi dutifully translated for Lin Du, "Because your spiritual power can at least allow the Great Zhou to continue for a few more decades."

Yuan Ye was very moved, and then he glanced at his junior uncle, who was standing on the top of a green hill, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, making her look like a master, and she didn't look like someone who was about to dig up someone's tomb.

"There are troops guarding the mausoleum." Yuan Ye reminded.

"Then let them sleep." Lin Du began to take out the medicine powder.

Wei Zhi took a look at the powder and said, "You from the Supreme Sect..."

Is it a legitimate sect?

"Oh no, this is not the sect's inheritance, it's the Corpse King's inheritance." Lin Duli was not right but still angry. "It's not a big problem, it won't hurt, it just temporarily blocks their perception."

Wei Zhi looked at her medicinal powder and frowned slightly, revealing a rare look of disdain. "As far as I know, the spiritual land of the Supreme Sect probably can't grow these strange medicinal herbs."

Lin Duli was not very righteous but was very angry. "I have money, right?"

Otherwise, where did she spend all her spiritual stones? Although she could eat it, she still needed to control the Engel coefficient.

Apart from food, the biggest expense of the Supreme Sect is the purchase of raw materials.

She handed him the powder and said, "Thank you, Master."

Master, if there is something wrong, who are you to do? Wei Zhi understood Lin Du completely. He resigned himself to his fate and took it over, turning the medicine powder into a breeze.

This is the tomb of the founding emperor, and there are five hundred soldiers stationed here.

At that moment, the five hundred people, some who were standing guard, some who were training, and some who were cooking, all stood there unconsciously, with all their five senses lost, like vivid figurines, as if time had stopped for a moment.

Lin Du was very considerate and went over to put out the fire.

Don't play with fire when you sleep, or something bad will happen.

"Your Highness, the stone gate of the mausoleum is locked and cannot be opened. If the mausoleum is forcibly blown up, it will definitely..." The imperial teacher fell to the ground and finally reacted.

Yuan Ye stood there in silence for a while, ignoring everything. He walked towards the stone gate of the mausoleum that was originally sealed. "There is a heavy object behind it. It is a self-flowing stone."

This thing is known only to a few craftsmen and is never recorded in books. It is a stone door that locks itself from the inside.

This mechanism is indeed sophisticated, and the craftsman needs a special crutch key, but for Yuan Ye, it is nothing.

The young man calmly opened the stone door, and then used his spiritual power to seal the mechanism that was about to be triggered. Amidst a cry of joy, he proudly protected the person behind him, and his voice was a little teasing, "The mechanism here can't be solved with just one punch. Forget about it, little master uncle, but you mustn't touch it."

Lin Du paused in his walking and gave up the idea of ​​reminding Yuan Ye that there was something ahead.

This is a slope with a sensor buried underground. A gurgling sound can be faintly heard from the depths of the long corridor. Yuan Ye's pupils trembled, and he activated his spiritual power. A huge stone ball rolled towards him.

The stone ball was so large that it could just fit in the entire corridor and roll freely inside, and it was accelerating towards the people.

Yuan Ye was silent for a moment, planning to use a mechanical beast or explosive talisman to deal with it, but Ni Jinxuan pulled him behind him and said, "Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Spiritual power exploded, and the boulder turned into rubble.

Yuan Ye silently brushed away the flying stone chips on his body.

"Are you still pretending?" Lin Du calmly put his hands behind his back and used a dust whisk to clear a path for people to pass through. "You are not as smart as Jinxuan who reacts quickly. She doesn't need anyone to protect her."

Yuan Ye's newly swelled self-confidence was easily shattered. He let out a howl and followed them like a wandering ghost.

Who knew that the next moment, he was pushed to the front by Lin Du, and a glass lamp was stuffed in his hand. "You are the best among the new disciples of the mechanism technique. After all, you are the future backbone of our sect. Go, dig your own ancestral grave."

Yuan Ye: ...

Ni Jinxuan couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Ye's heart, which had been empty for a long time, suddenly felt a little bitter and swollen. He walked up to him and muttered, "Little Master, have you ever seen someone bring his own master's disciples to dig up the ancestral tombs in the dusty world?"

"We'll see each other today." Lin Du said with a smile.

As they walked forward, the flame of the glass lamp in Yuan Ye's hand flickered with their steps. The flames kept moving, but they were exceptionally bright and warm in the darkness.

Most of the light in the darkest moment, no matter how small, is bright.