"Please!"
Nangong Ling made a gesture of invitation and waved his hand. The black light enveloped King Li and the other masters, and they all rushed into the tomb.
Therefore, in front of Chongli Palace, the only ones left were the masters guarding the tomb plate and the people who were preparing to enter the tomb plate.
Looking at the huge black pillar in front of the hall, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, not knowing whether they were excited or afraid.
after all.
The one with the highest cultivation among them is only at the fetal transformation stage.
However, this tomb of bandits is a relic of the shocking battle that happened back then. With their strength, they could only be regarded as relatively strong pawns in the war that year.
In this case, no matter how self-important one is, there may not be any psychological fluctuations at all.
But someone soon broke this brief deadlock.
"I will go first!"
Han Juan was still wearing the loose Taoist robe. He yawned and walked slowly under the black light.
The black light twisted and his figure disappeared.
Ying Wuji didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he felt the black light twisted, Han Juan seemed to turn his head and look at him.
This Taoist priest... is so fucking mysterious.
There are so many geniuses in Jiangcheng, and he has a general impression of them all, their positions and goals, and at least he knows what they are doing.
The only thing he really didn't understand was Han Juan.
It was as if this person showed up just for the sake of showing up.
Ying Wuji even suspected that Han Juan himself didn't know what he was doing.
This kind of person.
What stands out is the bizarreness.
"You don't dare, right?"
"Then I'll come first!"
"People of Qi, follow me!"
Tian Wenjing sneered, then led the people of Qi into the black light.
Afterwards, Chu, Yan, Yan and Wu entered one after another.
Jiang Taiyuan also followed the Zhou royal delegation headed by Nangong Yu in.
"Sir, let's go too!"
Bai Zhi tugged at Ying Wuji's sleeve, but was afraid to look him in the eye.
Ying Wuji was speechless. He didn't know what Bai Zhi had been doing with Hua Chao these days. She looked uncomfortable every time she saw him.
In other words, he knew Hua Chao a little, otherwise he would really suspect that Hua Chao was giving her a little lesson.
"Walk!"
With a wave of his hand, he led the people of Li Kingdom and a group of masters sent by the Mohist Guild into the black light.
They had already worked out a rendezvous strategy in advance and there was no need to waste time at this point.
As soon as he entered the black light, he realized that everyone around him had disappeared, and then he felt a distortion of space.
Although his vision was pitch black, he still felt as if his body and the whole world were twisted into a big knot.
a long time.
a long time.
The sense of distortion slowly faded away.
Apart from a slight feeling of suffocation, the physical discomfort gradually disappeared.
But he still couldn't see anything, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the void, drifting aimlessly.
"My father-in-law is right."
"The so-called Bandits' Grave Plate is nothing more than a storage device."
"Although it is a small space of its own, it is only a place of storage after all. It cannot contain so many divine objects in the old capital."
"I don't know where I will be transported to in the old capital this time."
"It would be best if I could be directly transported to the Muye Monument. I also want to feel what it's like to be the child of destiny."
In the darkness, Ying Wuji had no ability to move, and all sorts of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind.
He didn't know how long it had been before he faintly heard the voice.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
It sounds like a war drum, or like a heartbeat.
When hearing this voice, Ying Wuji felt as if a warm current was constantly flowing out of his chest.
It was as if something in the blood was being summoned by this voice.
Subconsciously, he wanted to get closer to this thing.
His body, which was originally unable to move at all, seemed to have a slight pulling force because of the sound, pulling him in one direction.
Finally, he stopped.
The voice also stopped.
The surroundings returned to silence, and there seemed to be no changes compared to before.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The feeling of suffocation slowly disappeared, and the smell of old houses lingered around his nose.
The feeling of weightlessness is gone, at least I can feel that I am being supported by something.
finally.
“Bang!”
Ying Wuji fell to the ground without any warning. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dilapidated room. The room was thirty meters long, with rows of bookshelves lying all over the place and bamboo slips scattered everywhere.
The surroundings were quiet and filled with a dead silence.
"here it is……"
Ying Wuji picked up the bamboo slips on the ground and flipped through them quickly.
Most of them are files recording land taxes, and there is a dark red seal at the end of each bamboo slip.
"It's Situ's official seal!"
"This is the document library for managing the land of the world."
"So... the Qingshilou?"
Ying Wuji's eyebrows jumped. No wonder there was no movement at all. He did not see the legendary evil spirit, nor did he see any other figures. It turned out that he was directly teleported to the Qingshi Liao.
Directly teleported to the small copy, is this considered as shit luck?
Now that we have obtained the location of the Qingshi Liao, we can infer the locations of the other copies without even having to wait until the Nine Cauldrons are fully settled.
It’s a pity that there is nothing I want in this Qingshiliao.
Besides...how to get out is also a hassle.
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