I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 737

Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou and buried in Beimang.

Suzhou and Hangzhou is a paradise on earth, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River and a livable place. Beimang is the Qinling Mountains where the most emperors and generals are buried, in which all the 24 emperors of six generations are buried.

This is naturally related to Feng Shui.

Among the major mountains in China, although Beimang mountain is not towering and strong, it sits on the Yellow River and carries mountains and water.

Mountains mean calm and profound, which will not move for thousands of years, and water means flexible and gathering all rivers.

This magnificent combination of mountains and rivers enables the tomb owner to control everything in heaven and earth and enjoy infinite glory after death.

Unfortunately, this is just extravagant hope.

There are regrets before death, not to mention after death.

Even now these imperial tombs are occupied by a leftist giant.

Ming Sheng Xu Wan!

Xu Wan was originally a fierce ghost of the dead. I don't know where to get a Book of the secret book of the Taiyin. He found another way to cultivate the body of the spirit and ghost. He occupied Beimang mountain, established a sect and named himself the saint of the dark. He refined magic weapons such as a nose yuan bead, ghost ghost arrow and blue blood soul killing shuttle, which are extremely fierce.

On this day, the ghost King's palace in the holy place of the underworld lifted up black smoke and fog and fell everywhere, turning into Taoists dressed in white hemp road clothes.

These are the disciples of Mingsheng sect. They float forward without touching the ground.

I didn't mean to. When I looked carefully, they didn't even have a shadow. They were not creatures at all, but successful spirits in practice.

Ming Sheng sat down. There were thousands of demons and ghosts. They were confused and had not opened their minds. There were dozens of disciples. They were ghosts who condensed the body of Xuanyin immortal. They could cultivate Taoism. They were neither life nor death. At first glance, they were almost the same as strangers.

Each of the two disciples, acting separately, floated to the imperial tombs everywhere, went deep into them, came to the coffin and took out crystal clear bottles.

The bottle itself hung on the coffin, the mouth of the bottle facing down, and an indescribable stream of air, which was neither black nor white, overflowed from these coffins and came into the bottle.

The whole process is extremely long and needs to be careful not to make half a mistake. The two disciples take turns to resist the jade vase, like walking on thin ice.

Seeing that several hours of rotation was about to be completed, one of the tall and thin disciples spoke and said, "the capital of the country has been dead for thousands of years. What is the use of these thin dragon Qi to suppress the imperial mausoleum?"

Another burly disciple ignored it and just drove the jade bottle to contain the Dragon Qi.

The tall and thin disciple said again, "in my opinion, it's better to find an opportunity to find the 13 sets of armor on which Nurhachi started and extract the founding dragon spirit!"

It is said that Nurhachi was poor when he set up his army. Relying on 13 sets of armor, he swept through all the departments of Nvzhen, invincible and invincible. He established the post Jin Dynasty, dominated outside the pass, entered the main pass and established the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

The disciple was just talking and laughing. Unexpectedly, another was angry: "fart's thirteen armor, wild boar skin boasted. You believe it, it's stupid!"

The tall and thin disciple said, "Third Elder martial brother, I know you are not angry about Tartars entering the pass, but the fact is that Daming is dead!"

The burly disciple glared angrily. Just about to speak, he suddenly looked to one side and said respectfully, "senior sister!"

The tall and thin disciple with poor mouth was shocked. Looking back quickly, he saw a woman in white standing quietly behind him.

This woman has ice flesh and jade bones. She looks very beautiful. She is wearing a snow-white and crystal gauze. She floats like an immortal. But the cold air scattered from her body proves that she is also a ghost.

Looking at the two younger martial brothers, the woman asked faintly, "are you ready?"

"Right away, senior sister!"

The two disciples were so frightened that they hurriedly urged the jade bottle to collect the Dragon Qi and left the mausoleum.

When the disciples returned to the ghost King's palace, they saw the dark wind rolling and ghost shadows. In the center of the temple stood a dark Dharma altar 100 feet wide and 10 feet high, on which stood nine black flags, each with countless withered heads.

Even the ghost, looking at the skull with only a layer of skin wrapped around the skull, howled bitterly from time to time on the big flag. There were faint green ghost fires in their eyes, and they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

The disciples quickly bowed their heads and bowed down to the figure in the middle of the Dharma altar: "master!"

Xu Wan, the sage of the underworld, was a man with a hemp crown and a cold and fierce face. With a faint ghost fire flashing in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and more than a dozen gourds flew up. The thin dragon Qi from the tombs of emperors of previous dynasties gathered in his hands.

"Hum!"

Ming Sheng looked at it and hummed coldly, which frightened the disciples trembling and pressed their heads lower.

He didn't scold anything. He took out a bigger gourd from his arms and fell down. Suddenly, a majestic and broad breath of ruling heaven and earth came out.

Unlike the real Zhenguo dragon spirit, which is dignified and commands the four directions, this momentum is more inclined to take life and death, kill the city and destroy the land, bury millions of corpses, and be extremely cruel.

The dark saint's palms whirled, and the ferocious devil's head on the black flag suddenly separated, expanded rapidly, and became as big as a dustpan, with a bloody mouth and overlapping tusks.

Every time they pass by, they will bring out some black and gray airflow from the Dragon Qi, which is the ghost dead Qi.

With the separation of the dead Qi, the Dragon Qi continues to shrink and condense, and finally turns into a supreme power that holds the world, lives and kills from the heart, frightens all the people, and teaches people to bend over and worship.

"The master spent 20 years of hard work, just for this wisp of dragon spirit, must be planning something big!"

Those who can be present are the confidants of Ming Sheng, who speculate one after another.

They know that the goal of Ming Sheng Xu Wan before is to find two precious treasures in Xuanyuan holy emperor's mausoleum, a Haotian mirror and a Jiuyi tripod.

However, these two treasures are blocked by the divine talisman of the holy emperor, plus the heavy prohibitions imposed by the 16 real immortals in the imperial tombs of previous dynasties. No matter what immortals and demons, they can't be robbed without opportunity.

Ming Sheng tried to steal several times, but he didn't succeed. He was very unwilling and tried every means.

Twenty years ago, when Li Zicheng broke through Beijing, Mingsheng also went there. After returning to Beimang mountain, he immediately closed down for three years, and then asked them to collect the Dragon Qi of the corpses of emperors of all dynasties.

Those emperors died for hundreds of years, and their respective countries were destroyed. I don't know how long, the Dragon Qi left was purely to protect the imperial mausoleum. It took 20 years of hard work to get this small share.

What the hell is it for?

"You step down, Joe, stay!"

However, at this time, the Ming Saint took the Dragon Qi back into the bottle and ordered him to say.

The disciples were unwilling, but they had to step down, leaving only the eldest martial sister Qiao Qiao.

"Joe, you've always wanted to see what you brought back from the Forbidden City. I won't hide it from you today!"

Ming Sheng stared at the female disciple of national beauty and natural fragrance. He he smiled, raised his five fingers, the whole Dharma altar rumbled, and a dark shadow slowly rose up from below.

With the solemn, steady and incorruptible Blue Dragon Robe printed into the eyes, Qiao Qiao's cold and pretty face suddenly changed color, and there was no doubt that the obvious Le mark on his neck appeared:

"Your majesty!"