Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 137 Father, Long Time No See

"Look at the mountain gate." Xia Mi pointed at the archway that was faintly visible in the mist.

The plaque that should have read "Scenic Spots of Mount Li" was engraved with four bloody characters: "All Gods Retreat."

The stone beasts on both sides were not the common stone lions, but two black ice warriors wearing black armor and standing on mud walls. The bronze halberds in their hands were crossed to block the center of the road.

"Mount Li?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously, "Didn't we not go in?"

"Nibelungen is independent of the real world, but it also reflects part of the reality of the real world." Xia Mi explained casually.

Junior sister, something's wrong with you!
Now, no matter how slow Lu Mingfei was, he could feel that Xia Mi was holding some secret, but since Russell didn't say anything, he pretended to know nothing.

"Let's go." Xia Mi took the lead, followed closely by Russell and Lu Mingfei.

The three of them went straight up the mountain, which was the only entrance to the imperial mausoleum.

The place they were going to was the [heart], and what they had to do now was to make as little noise as possible so as not to be discovered by the Black Ice Platform warriors in the [brain].

According to Xia Mi, as long as there is no damage to the [internal organs], [meridians], [bones] and other parts, the guy in the [brain] will not notice it. This is actually the same as humans.

Under the cover of [Word Spirit·Netherlight], the three of them avoided the guards and entered the central hall without any hindrance.

The scene before them made the three of them hold their breath at the same time - seventy-two golden pillars with coiled dragons supported the dome of the star map, flowing mercury outlined the twenty-eight constellations in the glazed tubes, and the ground was paved with a jade carving of the territories of the seven major powers of the Warring States Period.

"These aren't ordinary mercury." Xia Mi used the tip of her nine-section whip to pick up a falling drop of mercury. The silver-gray liquid suddenly expanded into a hideous ghost face. "The mercury is melted with dragon bone and blood. These star maps are living alchemical matrices."

As if in response to her judgment, the stars in the dome began to dislocate and reorganize, the jade-carved Hangu Pass suddenly rose into a three-foot-high bronze wall, and the Yellow River area cracked into a bottomless ravine.

"Have we been discovered?" Lu Mingfei stood there at a loss.

"Not necessarily. It might be a fixed operating rule." Xia Mi said somewhat uncertainly.

It's impossible at this time!
Lu Mingfei complained in his heart, and suddenly his feet slipped on something. He staggered and grabbed a golden pillar. The eyes of the Panlong that his palm touched suddenly turned.

crunch...

The bronze gears meshed and turned in the darkness. Lu Mingfei's tactical flashlight swept across both sides of the corridor. The dust floating in the light spots looked like startled ghosts.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His tactical gloves scraped against the rock wall, bringing up a string of tiny gold flakes - the gold wires embedded in the cracks of the bricks were oxidizing and turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Alright, we've definitely been discovered now." Russell took a fighting stance.

Lu Mingfei was about to apologize when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He quickly tilted his neck, and the next moment, a three-edged bronze arrow brushed past his head and was nailed into the wall.

Before he could catch his breath, the crisp sound of breaking clay came from the end of the corridor. Twelve terracotta warriors were striding out from the dusty niches. They approached in the Sancai formation with the Yu Bu style, and the bronze halberds in their hands dragged blue sparks on the ground.

"Damn it! These clods of earth are moving!" Lu Mingfei turned around and ran, but bumped into a bronze gate that suddenly rose.

More sounds of breaking came from all directions, and Lu Mingfei realized that the niches in the entire corridor were shaking.

He leaned against the bronze door and raised the Desert Eagle modified by the Equipment Department. The bullet hit the chest of the terracotta warrior and directly blew the entire terracotta warrior into pieces. However, the broken pieces of pottery gathered together again as if they were alive.

Russell was not idle either. With the black sand silver pot in his hand, he used his almost pure blood to drive the living spirit inside. A liquid that was thicker and more viscous than mercury poured out from the mouth of the bottle, surrounding Russell and strangling everything around him.

【Word Spirit·Vortex】

"Not ready yet?" Russell asked. Xia Mi squatted on the ground and fiddled with the map of the seven countries for a long time. If there was no result, he would consider driving his Wushuang and rushing up in one breath.

"Okay." Xia Mi cut her finger and pressed a certain spot on the map. Then the terracotta warriors who were advancing in an endless stream stopped immediately, and a side door opened from the wall.

Xia Mi's expression was complicated, because if you compare the location and region, the location and direction they were taking was exactly the route she took with Ying Zheng to escape from Zhao State back to Qin State.

……

"Is... the Prime Minister here?"

[Heart] area, a half-dragon man in Qin armor with a distinguished appearance was kneeling on the top of the stone platform, wiping the broadsword on his knees, with a dragon tail more than one meter long coiled behind him.

"We have arrived at Jiaolan Palace."

Below, a soldier who was also in the form of a dragon man answered respectfully.

"Well, lead them to see His Majesty. His Majesty has been waiting for the Prime Minister for a long time."

"Here!" Under the dome engraved with the stars in the sky, eighty Black Ice Platform warriors looked up at the same time, their pairs of golden eyes shining like stars.

……

The moment the bronze door slammed shut behind him, Russell heard the sound of stars moving.

Looking up, thirty-six night pearls were hanging on the dome, arranged into a star map of the Big Dipper swallowing the sky.

In the cold, blue light, twelve bronze candlesticks snaked like snakes, their coiled reliefs of Zhu Jiuyin emitting dark red flames. Though the flames burned, they froze the surrounding air into tiny ice crystals.

"The Nine Palaces shift, the stars hang upside down..." Xia Mi's fingertips brushed across the bronze hexagrams raised on the wall, and pale green alchemical patterns lit up in sequence as she touched them. "This is a living formation based on the twenty-eight constellations. With every step we take, the star projections above our heads rearrange themselves."

"Oh my god..." Lu Mingfei looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Even if he was told that Russell was the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang, he would believe it.

Xia Mi tried to step on a piece of jade-white scaly brick on the ground. Looking carefully, she found that each "brick" was a palm-sized dragon scale fossil.

The moment he raised his foot, the scales that had been silent for thousands of years suddenly glowed with golden and red light, like a swarm of fireflies awakened, and a broad road was paved out, guiding the few people.

"Are you inviting us?" Lu Mingfei asked, pointing at the road whose end was unknown.

"Are you going or not?" Xia Mi didn't answer. She turned to look at Russell and said, "It's still not too late if you want to leave now. If you want to leave later, you won't be able to leave."

"When the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. What is there to be afraid of?" Russell took the lead.

The three of them then walked along the road paved with dragon scales for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a hall.

Ten feet in front of them, there was a mountain-like white skeleton - it was the remains of a real dragon, each vertebra was comparable to a train car, and the ribs were intertwined like the branches of a giant bronze tree.

And in the center of the dragon bones, a dark golden dragon cocoon was slowly spinning in the air.

The surface of the cocoon shell is flowing with a mercury-like luster, and the outline of a dragon can be vaguely seen within it. Blood-colored silk threads extend from the joints of the dragon skeleton, weaving a mysterious alchemical matrix on the surface of the cocoon. Whenever the halo of the night pearl sweeps over, those silk threads turn scarlet like throbbing blood vessels.

"What... is this?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. This was a scene he had never seen in his life.

"Ying Zheng, to be precise, it's the Dragon King Ying Zheng." Xia Mi walked over with a gloomy face. She wanted to see what this guy wanted to do.

The moment the three of them stepped into the palace, the dazzling light cast by the armillary sphere in the center of the hall was reflected down through the dome.

Trees, dragons, and indescribable reflections flashed by.

The sundial needle vibrated violently and pointed towards Xia Mi, and all the golden rings began to rotate in the opposite direction.

The dragon figure in the cocoon suddenly opened its eyes—they were lava-like red-gold vertical pupils, and in the depths of the pupils swirled the shadow of a majestic emperor.

"Father, it's been over two thousand years since we last met. Are you doing well?" His voice was deep and filled with an ancient aura. Russell and the other two could even hear a sincere longing in it.

Xia Mi didn't say anything. She stared at Long Jian for a long time, and finally burst out laughing.

The laughter gradually became more and more unrestrained, echoing in the empty hall, and tears flowed down Xia Mi's cheeks and fell to the ground.

"Okay, why not?" Xia Mi suppressed her smile, wiped away her tears, and looked at Ying Zheng with a sarcastic tone: "Especially seeing you like this today, it's surprisingly good."

"Ying Zheng, oh Ying Zheng, did you ever think of this day when you betrayed me?"

"Two thousand years of being unable to move forward, a heart-wrenching, bone-wrenching feeling, must be unbearable."

Xia Mi talked to herself, leaving Russell with a head full of questions and Lu Mingfei completely confused.

What are they connecting? If he understood correctly, Ying Zheng is the Dragon King, the cocoon in front of him, and the prime minister that Ying Zheng mentioned is Junior Sister Xia?

For a moment, Lu Mingfei's brain completely short-circuited and he was a little confused.

Ying Zheng answered Xia Mi's question seriously: "Even in this current body, I am in constant torment."

"This is what you deserve." Xia Mi said coldly: "You sent someone to find out my whereabouts. What do you want to do? To kill me again?"

Two thousand years ago, she really treated Ying Zheng as her child.

She watched him grow step by step, from a proton to a qualified king.

It was obvious in her plan that he would have a place by her side in the future.

She couldn't understand why Ying Zheng betrayed her and why he betrayed her so decisively.

"Why do you say that, Prime Minister? The first generation of species cannot die. They will be reborn again and again in their cocoons. This is a secret that you and I both know." Ying Zheng replied, "Just like right now, Prime Minister, you are standing before me, intact."

"Heh... what a jerk." Xia Mi was almost laughing out of anger. Judging from Ying Zheng's tone, he didn't seem to care about the backstabbing he had done. "Tell me what you want to do, before I destroy you and this Nibelungen together."

"I need the help of my father-in-law. Once the rebellion of the dragons is quelled, I am willing to share the country with my father-in-law, just like we did in the past." Ying Zheng said in a steady tone.

!!!

Russell and Lu Mingfei looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

What kind of logic does our Emperor Qin Shi Huang have? He completely ignored the previous backstabbing and just wanted to cooperate again.

The key is, why?

"Is that all?" Xia Mi's face was calm, but anyone could tell that this was the calm before the storm.

The two brothers Russell and Lu Mingfei were silent. "Brother, what are you doing?" Teacher Dayi obviously didn't want to hear this.

Although they didn't understand the whole story clearly, they could still feel from Xia Mi's ambiguous attitude that she didn't seem to want to make things too extreme, and she still had some friendship for Ying Zheng.

"Of course." Ying Zheng's shadow nodded.

Xia Mi continued, "Let me guess, the help you're talking about is asking Fenrir and I to sacrifice our bones and blood to help you break free from your restraints."

Ying Zheng said as a matter of course: "It is only a sleep of over a hundred years. I have already prepared cocoons for my father and me."

When Ying Zheng finished saying this, Russell and Lu Mingfei were ready to fight.

"Then you'd better die." Xia Mi laughed sinisterly and said loudly: "Brother!"

"Roar!"

With a roar, Fenrir's huge body broke free from the Nibelung. After being freed from the seal, he had a body of seventy or eighty meters long and was thirty meters tall when standing.

The moment he appeared, the palace they were in was completely shattered, the dome collapsed, revealing the gray starry sky.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

At the same time, the sound of armor colliding suddenly rang out from the dense forest. The trees were split apart to the sides by some invisible force, and the fibers broke with a teeth-grinding sound.

A group of eighty Black Ice Terrace warriors and nearly a thousand terracotta puppets, led by a burly dragon man, crossed the mountains and marched in formation. "Greetings to the Prime Minister, and to Lord Chang'an."

"Okay, everyone is here." Xia Mi leaped high into the air, landing on Fenrir's dragon head. She said without a trace of emotion, "Then let's die together."

The Dragon King raised his head and spread his wings, and the dragon's roar was high, violent and shrill.

The entire space shook violently, and a terrifying domain opened up. Fenrir's wings blew up the wind, and his body, taller than the mountains, floated into the air.

【Yan Ling·Shiva Karma Dance】

The ultimate spiritual power of the lineage of the King of Earth and Mountains can only be released by the Dragon King.

He began to flap his wings, spinning and dancing. His dance was extremely beautiful, grand and solemn.

Fenrir's bony back arched into a full moon, and wherever his spurred dragon tail swept past, space wrinkled and then instantly collapsed into a two-dimensional silhouette.

The real destruction begins with the disappearance of sound.

All the sounds of breaking, dragon roaring, and concrete popping were suddenly sucked into a vacuum.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Lu Mingfei felt like he was going to go numb.

He just came here for a vacation and a trip, so why did he suddenly have to get involved in the war between the Dragon Kings?
"Boss, what should we do now?" Lu Mingfei looked at Russell in panic.

"Don't panic, this is your chance to shine." Russell patted his younger brother's shoulder, then turned around and looked at Fenrir again. He had entered the dragon state at some point, and Kungunir was also in his hand.

But his target was not Ying Zheng, but Fenrir, or to be more precise, the "weak point" on Fenrir's head.

Human "Word Spirit Studies" says that once a world-destroying word spirit is activated, it cannot be stopped, but in reality this is not the case.

At least a king of the same level can cancel the world-destroying words of a prince or duke of a lower level.

Just like how Lu Mingfei was able to cancel Fenrir under the Beijing subway.

As a branch of the World Tree, even if it is a replica, Kungunir, with the help of the power of the stars, has a certain possibility of breaking the unformed Shiva Karma Dance on the premise of completely disintegrating itself.

It’s not that Russell wants to backstab Xia Mi, it’s just that this woman is being too reckless.

If a level-one world-destroying word spirit is unleashed here, and Nibelungen fails to withstand it, the entire Mount Li and even Xi'an will be destroyed.

"law."

Ying Zheng uttered a syllable.

(End of this chapter)