Juntian map

Like the Huanhua Pond in the 72 Strange Peaks of the Sword Pavilion in Kunlun, these 100,000 deceased pottery figurines have existed for 500 years since the date of the Emperor's Mausoleum. However, they have been still in the imperial tombs of five hundred years ago.

I have never opened my eyes as bright as stars.

Their awakening was only about three months long. Compared to the famous sword washing picture in Huanhua Pond, it was a little late, but at least the hard work will never disappoint.

The first battle between Tianji Pavilion did not bury their reputation as one hundred thousand soldiers and demons.

For this reason, Di Wulei was quite satisfied. It was worthwhile to gather 100,000 Yanghuns to give up Moon Shadow Villa and cut off their arm... In the silent military formations on both sides, Di Wulei reflected countless shining demonic eyes,

He raised his foot and walked deeper into the imperial tomb.

The depths of the Emperor's Mausoleum are also the end of the hundred thousand soldiers and demons.

Ying Gou, Hou Qing, Hanba, General Secretary.

The four soldiers and demons with ferocious bodies, ferocious and evil spirits, were like Buddhist sentient beings, standing firmly in the front line. Among them, the soldiers and demons of generals and ministers are naturally the ones.

Tianyadu's first appearance became a sudden news, which was unexpected.

I think he tried his best to expose the hidden foundation of the Emperor Alliance, but in the end he failed and lost to the woman in red with a mysterious identity and cultivation level... Thinking of this, Di Wulei couldn't help but be surprised. He never thought that he had no saint for ten years.

There are actually tigers, hidden dragons, and there are such gods who have never heard of before!

No expression on his face.

Di Wulei looked at the dull soldier, demon general, and minister for more than ten breaths, then turned around and climbed up the steps.

There are not many stone steps, only seven steps. Above seven steps is a wide dot and general platform, which is located just at the head of the dragon head formation of the 100,000 soldiers.

There is a stone pavilion in the center of the point-coordinate platform.

The Shi Pavilion, which was repaired at the deepest part of the Emperor's Mausoleum, has a little-known name called the God and Ghost Pavilion. The direction of the Qimen Bagua around the God and Ghost Pavilion, which combines the obscure and exquisite knowledge of the two characters of Yishu, is vertically erected on eight sides.

The flags spread without the wind.

The banner is called Li Yang.

The Liyang Banner, which ranks 70 in the Divine Weapon List, appeared more than ten years ago. It was used by the Yuezhi brothers of Yueying Villa to gather souls. There were no more or less. There were 100,000 Yang souls on all sides.

Of course, at this moment, the Liyang Banner is empty.

Those souls are all in the body of the soldiers and demons.

It sounds a bit ridiculous. In the past, the three of them did not expect to help the evil spirits to gather 100,000 Yang Souls. Unexpectedly, they became the blood knife that destroyed the Tianji Pavilion.

If the Yue and the other two did not know the truth, they would not know what they thought.

Of course, Di Wulei would not care about the joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow of the fish who escaped from Yueying Villa. No matter whether Mo Xiangqi was the continuation of the bloodline of Tianji Pavilion, he would not have it before, and even more so in the future.

There is only one thing he cares about right now.

He stood in the gods and ghosts pavilions, listening to gods crying and ghosts howling.

He closed his eyes and his clothes began to pose.

The Liyang Banner was waving violently, and the ghosts in the imperial tomb were as dark as clouds. The century-old formation blessed here quietly opened, and then the Gods and Ghost Pavilion suddenly fell.

It is not the eighteenth level of purgatory, but the abyss.

This fall did not last long, and darkness met the light. So Di Wulei opened his eyes, walked out of the Gods Pavilion, and then climbed the stone steps.

There are seven steps in the stone steps, and above the seven steps, there are still the dot-stop platform. There are seven shrines in the center, facing seven directions, surrounding them into a circle.

The shrine contains seven iron scrolls of alchemy books.

These are not real iron scrolls of alchemy books, but they look similar in appearance and have hollow inside the scroll.

Hollow is to hide things.

Emperor Wuxi enters the tomb and mysterious god. He first passes through the war demon formation, and then sets up a suspicion and infatuation. He is very cautious and cautious. He comes to the shrine behind the nine curves and eighteen bends. Such a hidden place is suitable for hiding objects. but.

What is he hiding?

The word "hun" is the shrine of "Creation of Fortune Hunyuan", the word "sword" is the shrine of "Huanhuan Sword", the word "新" is the shrine of "100,000 soldiers and demons", and the word "cao" is the shrine of "shennong Baicao".

The Hunyuan Map of Creation from the Double Ninth Festival of Two Realms Mountain, the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture from Luo Changfeng, the 100,000 soldiers magic map that fell into the hands of Emperor Yutian five hundred years ago, and the hundreds of flowers planted in the herb flower garden on the island The hundred sketches of Shennong in the garden are a total of four Juntian fragments...

Emperor Wulei stood in front of the shrine named "Tian" with his hands spread out, and an old book appeared on each.

One is the Book of Eternal Life and the other is the Book of Hetu Luoshu.

Not long ago, someone said that the book of the human book of the immortality and the book of the earth book of the river map and the book of the Luoshu are combined into one, which is the map of the sky, and the map of the refining stone repairing the sky that has been missing for five hundred years in the map of the Juntian.

He doesn't believe it.

So he captured Chen Tianxin and led Jun Zeyu to fall into the trap.

...

In addition to the sixth map of the country that was transformed into mountains, rivers and land outside the capital city ten years ago, the seven maps of Juntian have appeared. The emperor has no tears and the Luo Changfeng guards one.

The cliff behind the house in Wangqingchuan courtyard, Luo Changfeng, who ended his practice of Xuanyuan magic

He patted his body with snow and stood up.

After gently wiping off the snow from the monument for the teacher, senior brother and senior Tiandao, he turned around and went down the mountain.

Because I remembered something.

Although two heavenly maps were lost in the battle between the Two Realms Mountains, they were not exhausted. At least the heavenly secrets were lost and regained.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the wind is stern. Along the secluded path in the courtyard, I came to the small building where the Yuezhi brothers and sisters lived independently from the Six-character Door of the Academy, Luo Changfeng knocked on the door.

"The door is not closed."

The sound came from the upper floor, and Luo Changfeng took a few steps back and looked up. Seeing Yue and the other two lying drunk on the corner of the house, they rushed up as light as feathers.

The three of them lay leaning against Yue and their right hand was pillowing behind their heads.

Looking at the bright moon, which was far away in the sky but seemed to be close to her, Luo Changfeng asked, "How is she?"

Yue and the other two handed over a pot of wine: "It's much better."

Luo Changfeng took it and drank several times: "I'm not asking about the injury."

Yue and the other two wiped their lips: "A coincidence, what I answered was not the injury."

Luo Changfeng pondered for a moment and said, "What are your plans next?"

Yue and the other two smiled bitterly: "Of course, they are working hard to practice."

Luo Changfeng said, "Then? Find the emperor without tears to take revenge?"

Yue and the other two snatched the wine pot from the latter, and said in a daze: "First it is Yueying Villa, then Tianji Pavilion. This hatred is as deep as the sea, and there must be a result."

Luo Changfeng didn't say anything.

This scene reminded him of the Double Ninth Festival.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Yue and the other two suddenly laughed, patted Luo Changfeng's shoulder and asked, "When will they be born?"

Luo Changfeng said: "About three months."

Suddenly, Luo Changfeng continued, "If you are destined to leave, just wait for Hongdou to give birth, and at least let the little guy meet his uncle."

Yue and the other two smiled and said, "Xiao Qi and I are now alone and have no good gifts to give us."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Luo Changfeng left the Tianji Pan and left without long before he stayed downstairs.

The three of Zuoyue and the other two were lying on the roof, pouring some wine, looking at Luo Changfeng's back with hazy eyes gradually fading away under the moonlight, and suddenly saw a meteor in the night sky. He had never believed in gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas for thirty years. Standing on his chest, he lowered his first vow for his nephew who was about to come to the world but was destined to be unaware of it: "I sincerely hope that all the joys in the world will always be with your face."