What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book - Chapter 500

[Chapter 487 Antarctic Longevity]

This judgment is absolutely reasonable.

Judging from the current template of the swamp, the weird and poisonous miasma inside is okay for the time being, and ordinary immortals probably can’t stand it, but Yan Qianlie thinks he can handle it with his current practice.

The biggest problem is that the sky above the poisonous swamp restricts the ability to fly, so it can only be waded over, so the monks over the years suffered heavy losses and were unable to fly over.

Of course, the immortals are not stupid. They have done many experiments to move mountains and fill them with soil, but they melted as soon as they were touched, and the methane was like a fire of nothingness. It burned everything and could not be filled at all.

Unless there are very few super magic tools that can withstand it, but how many such things are there?

But the vaguely floating bones on the poisonous marsh proved that the bones can float on it, and they won’t even rot.

Why such a strange phenomenon occurred, Yan Qianlie was puzzled before, but now he has a vague judgment.

In Suzaku’s anger, he burned everything invisible, including the devouring and burning of life.

But the skeleton was left behind, proving that “death is eternal life”.

It is also the “law” that the exposed stone slabs want to embody. The meaning of this technique is a stepping stone. Those who enter the secret place must be preceded, not really teach people to organize an army of undead…

Inadvertently, the move of sending Shihuozhu to organize the manpower just met the current needs. Yan Qianlie retreated tactically and translated for me. What is destiny?

As soon as he said it, Yan Qianlie immediately ordered everyone present to sort out all the things that could be used to fill the swamp, including corpse puppets, skeletons, and even magic tools made of skeletons.

In less than two days, Shihuozhu also brought people back, not too many people, and the total sum was five thousand.

The so-called magic is not a climate, judging from the number of people, it is not too bad. Although it is impossible to gather “one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers”, it is more than the Huo Hell sect who was suppressed miserably in the Yanqianlie Human Realm …And the average practice is quite strong. In fact, if we can really join hands, we can completely overthrow this trash demon who snatched everyone’s corpse puppet magic weapon just after he took the throne.

However, no one joined hands, under Yan Qianliehu’s glaring stare, no one dared to take the lead, and they all swallowed their anger and honestly handed over the corpse puppets and skeletons that they worked so hard to refine.

At a glance, it is mighty.

Yan Qianlie stood at the mouth of the valley, stretched out his hand and waved: “Fill!”

“Clatter!”

Hanhan skeleton soldiers lined up and jumped into the swamp.

The demons, who were dying of heartache, were shocked to find that the skeleton that they thought was going to be destroyed was actually not destroyed, and they could still feel the soul connection, and the soul fire was not extinguished.

This time it was even more scrambling, one or two expelling their own skeletons and jumping in. It didn’t take long for the edge of the swamp to be filled with bridges several feet away.

Shihuozhu took a few steps up cautiously, shaking slightly, but it was not sinking.

Can’t help but be overjoyed: “It’s really possible! The Lord is wise! Solved the puzzle that no one has been able to solve for thousands of years!”

Yan Qianlie’s old face was burning. If it wasn’t for Tiandao’s script, he would never have thought about it from this angle.

In fact, thinking about it in hindsight, this matter is not too difficult to think of. Why is it that no one can break it for ten thousand years? Isn’t the law of heaven giving everyone wisdom? Are you sure readers will not scold?

Forget it, don’t slander, I don’t know if he will hear it.

Yan Qianlie shrank his head subconsciously, and continued to direct and build the bridge with a deadpan expression.

Not long after, a bone-strewn bridge traversed hundreds of miles, leading all the way to the deepest part of the swamp where the stone slabs were located.

Yan Qianlie took a deep breath, walked carefully on the bones, and slowly stepped into the depths.

The feeling around him is indeed an invisible flame, filling the universe, more unstoppable and fierce than the tangible fire, Yan Qianlie felt a little shocked in his heart, after playing with fire all his life, he never thought that the power of fire could be used like this Situation, just like air, is omnipresent and omnipresent.

If Qiu Wuji would feel the same as him here, wouldn’t it be the same for the sword energy seen in the Mausoleum of Zhenwu?

When the avenue reaches its deepest point, it is invisible.

In front of the stone slab, you can roughly see the mausoleum hidden behind the slate, buried in the swamp, the slate is like a tombstone,

Engraved its memorial.

Yan Qianlie caressed the stone slab lightly, pondered for a while, and the flame in his hand gradually spread out, surrounding the entire slate slab, like a sacrificial ceremony.

His magic flame itself was inherited from Suzaku Fire Feather in the human world, the real “direct lineage”, inherited in the same strain.

Dry bones are the way to longevity, and flames are the stepping stones.

Sure enough, he soon sensed a slightly surprised emotion from the stone slab. The stone slab was opened left and right, revealing a dark path.

At the same time as the stone slabs were separated, the invisible flames scattered throughout the swamp gradually gathered up, returning to the mausoleum, and paving the dark path into a bright path of flames.

Yan Qianlie was a little dazzled by the sight, secretly thought that the Suzaku was “dead”, and still played so fancy.

If we consider the tombs of the newly set ancient emperors of the four directions, what kind of emperor does Chu Ge correspond to Suzaku, the Antarctic Emperor of Longevity?

Yan Qianlie slowly walked into the path of flames.

The fetid swamp outside, with piles of dead bones, looks like a place of evil no matter how you look at it, but after entering, there is only one kind of purity left.

Pure fire, pure light, warm vitality filled the environment, Yan Qianlie felt that he could almost absorb the source of flame and the breath of life along the way, UU reading www.SonicMTL.

com This path has not been finished, and the cultivation level has increased a little.

Even the hidden wounds left by the violent battles these days were unknowingly healed, and he regained his best condition.

The extreme opposition between life and death is vividly displayed inside and outside a mere stone slab.

This mausoleum is a real mausoleum, not as big as the Zhenwu Palace. It is very likely that there is no mausoleum itself. It is purely the manifestation of the will of the Antarctic Emperor after his death. It is not only a protection for himself, but also a cohesion of all laws.

So this is just a ten-mile mausoleum, and the core is reached after walking through the passage. The square inscriptions of the hexagram “Li” clearly stand out in the circular tomb, as if it is also signaling the departure of the owner.

Like the Mausoleum of Zhenwu, there are no bones here.

Of course not, Xuanwu is in the Arctic Ocean, and Suzaku is still looking for it.

There are four stone lampstands around the tomb, each of which has a small cluster of flames of different colors, red, white, blue, and blue. Although the flames are faint and ethereal like sparks, they will never be extinguished.

It is the fire of the same root and four attributes, the strongest fire in the two worlds of heaven and man, if one of them is digested and absorbed, it will be the master of that fire.

There is a jade coffin in the center. There is no one in the coffin, but there are dense inscriptions engraved on it.

Just like the pattern of heaven on the skeleton of the Qinglong in the East China Sea, ordinary people cannot recognize it.

But Yan Qianlie, who has cultivated to Xuanxian, can naturally sense the meaning of these inscriptions. If translated into words, it will be “Antarctic Longevity Emperor Sutra”.

Yan Qianlie almost burst into tears, damn it, these protagonists are finally on me, long live dad!

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PS: Sorry for being late again, because all the old books have been reported and are no longer available.

After a lot of tossing, I will not change it for now, and I will talk about it when I have time.

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