"You want to stop me with just a remnant of the Emperor's Decree? Break … for me! "
After breaking the restriction left by Daoist Yu Qing, the stone wall shook and the Emperor's Decree on it shone with a golden light. They connected into one and turned into a golden dragon!
This was the Ancestral Dragon Energy of Ancestor Dazhou Ji Yi! It also carried with it the prestige of Dazhou's three hundred years of existence as one of the nineteen states. Even Heavenly Masters had to retreat!
"Chirp chirp!"
However, facing this, Wu Ming laughed coldly. The Great Shang Imperial Seal in his hand buzzed and an illusory Mystic Bird Energy appeared.
When the dragon and phoenix met, without any hesitation, they started to fight like mortal enemies.
In terms of strength, although Great Shang had been destroyed, this was just an Emperor's Decree. The Mystic Bird Energy came from the Great Shang Imperial Seal and its main body was still there. They were evenly matched.
"Dharma Realm Power, buff!"
However, Wu Ming was at the side. Seeing that the Mystic Bird couldn't deal with the Golden Dragon, he immediately joined the fray.
A beam of clear light enveloped the Mystic Bird's body, forming a thick layer of armor around it.
How could the might of an Earth Celestial be fake?
With this help, the Mystic Bird flapped its wings and let out a clear cry that pierced through the Nine Heavens. It pecked forward with its beak!
Poof!
The Golden Dragon's body shuddered as its reverse scale was hit. Suddenly, its entire body collapsed and turned into golden clouds that dissipated.
"Chirp chirp!"
The Mystic Bird chirped proudly and flew onto the stone wall. It flapped its wings and wiped away the dim golden words one by one. Only then did it return to the Imperial Seal in satisfaction.
"Great!"
Wu Ming nodded. The Emperor's Decree Seal was the last line of defense. Now that it was broken, the stone wall shook and retreated, opening up a path to continue downwards.
"Why do I feel like I'm going straight down to the Nine Levels of Hell …"
Wu Ming was speechless as he continued downwards.
This time, the tunnel wasn't long. After a moment, he reached the end and a bright light shone over.
Wu Ming quickened his footsteps. After walking out of the tunnel, his vision widened.
"This is …"
However, the scene in front of him was still somewhat beyond his imagination.
What appeared in front of him was a deep pit that sunk downwards. The inky black baleful qi turned into black snakes and gathered at the bottom of the pit, even forming a huge lake!
At the center of the lake was a golden island!
Five thick golden pillars stood on the island that was made of pure metal. They were arranged in the east, south, west, north, and center. The bases were completely integrated into the island, as if they were one with the entire island. Golden chains extended from the four towering pillars, firmly binding the dragon monster in the center to the golden pillar in the center.
There were even seven huge metal nails on the dragon monster's body, piercing through its shoulder blades and other vital parts, rendering it immobile.
But even so, a murderous aura, like that of a savage beast, continued to emanate from the dragon monster. It was hair-raising.
"Roar!!"
Seeing that Wu Ming had barged in, the bound dragon monster immediately roared. Its voice was like a dragon's roar, causing the entire metallic island to buzz. The baleful aura in the lake stirred up huge waves.
The might of a single roar was enough to shake the heavens and earth! Gods and ghosts weep!
"As expected of the Founding Ancestor of the Great Shang …"
Seeing this, Wu Ming was not surprised at all. He sighed again, "You've been a hero for a lifetime, but your body is still desecrated after your death. You really can't rest in peace, right?"
"But this island …"
A look of doubt flashed across his face, "It's similar to the Twelve Metal Men. Could it be left behind from that time? No! These metals don't have the Golden Fiend and Mystic Bird's Heavenly Qi on them, so they're not left behind by the Metal Men. They should be extra materials that Shang Jie collected from all over the world … "
"But even so, the golden pillars, chains, and Seven Star Nails in the center of the island are definitely made from the remains of the Twelve Metal Men …"
Back then, the Twelve Metal Men were greatly envied by the heavens when they fell. Under the Earthly Tribulation Lightning Punishment, half of their bodies were destroyed.
The remaining half was secretly collected by the Blood Pact Master, who had ulterior motives and had been waiting by the side for a long time.
In fact, the fact that Daoist Yu Qing and Ji Yi could find so many leftover materials was already beyond Wu Ming's expectations.
"Tsk tsk … Imprisoning an Ancestral Dragon and gathering the baleful qi of heaven and earth with a formation to cultivate it … How extravagant!"
Wu Ming looked calmly at the dragon monster on the golden island and shook his head. "Cui Jue and the Anomaly News Department definitely didn't plunder the baleful qi crystals for this. With that level of power, it would be difficult to deal with a few dragon monsters outside … It seems that the imperial court is quite cautious this time, or maybe they just wanted to experiment first? Unfortunately, they met me … "
"Originally, the Blood Pact Master's idea was to use those materials to refine a sixth-grade puppet to resist the control of the Overgod's will … But now, my conditions are much better than his …"
Wu Ming looked at the pool of baleful qi and the dragon monster in front of him, and his eyes shone with ambition!
To put it bluntly, the baleful qi in this Dragon Monarch's body, together with the ones stored in the jade seal, was almost half of the Twelve Metal Men back then!
In addition, Wu Ming originally had the Mystic Bird's Heavenly Mandate, the remains of the Metal Men, and this giant metal island …
"Gongshu Jue is still too petty …"
Wu Ming patted his taotie mustard seed bag, and a large amount of golden light immediately surged out. As the clear light spread, it almost contained the entire depression …
… …
Rumble!
The rock wall slowly descended.
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ming arrived at the supervisory underground palace above the imperial tomb. Looking at the constantly changing scenery on the eight bronze mirrors, he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face. "It's finally more or less complete!"
He looked around again, and seeing that there was no difference from when he went, he couldn't help but smile. "This imperial tomb is the best resting place for the dragon monsters. They won't leave even if I let them. No wonder the Jade Clear Dao Lineage is so at ease, and only a few people are here to supervise …"
"I've done everything that needs to be done. I hope that Jade Clear I won't vomit blood when he finds out …"
"But that old fox has long planned to stop. Even if he finds out, it won't matter, right?"
As he pondered, Wu Ming turned into a clear light and arrived at the ruins of the imperial palace on the ground.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, who would have imagined that such a huge secret was hidden under these ruins?
"The stage is set up. Should I invite the others to enter?"
He looked in a certain direction, stroked his chin thoughtfully, and disappeared into the distance in an instant.
… …
Only after the time it took for an incense stick to burn after Wu Ming left did a group of people rush over to the entrance of the tunnel.
"There's still no news of Daoist Yu Qing. He must have met with some mishap!"
Yama Sheng's face was as gloomy as water, and there was an unconcealable shock on his face.
After all, Yu Qing was Daoist Yu Qing's little junior brother. His Daoist skills had reached the level of Heavenly Master, and he could be called a True Lord!
A Daoist of this level could summon the wind and rain, cast beans to form soldiers, and all kinds of magical powers … Even during the dynasty's heyday, the emperor had to treat him with respect, and it was too easy for him to get the title of True Lord.
But now, there was no news of him for a long time, as if he had been killed. How could he not be shocked?
"Thirteenth Prince!"
The group walked into the tunnel. Yama Sheng and Cui Jue stood on the left and right, protecting a young man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe. "Don't worry, I'll protect you well!"
"I … I'll have to … I'll have to rely on all of you …"
The young man who was being supported had a pale face, and his hands were trembling slightly as he spoke with difficulty.
Although he was still a young man, he had an air of nobility about him. He was the younger brother of the current emperor, and had been conferred the title 'Yong' a long time ago.
"Yes!"
The others replied in unison. Chou Yi looked at the young man with pity, 'In the end of the dynasty, even the descendants of dragons and phoenixes will meet a miserable end … Just like this one, he was suspected by the emperor and was chosen to inherit the Dragon Death … Hehe, even though it makes sense, the Dragon Death is not to be trifled with. If you're not careful, you'll die without a corpse!'
He communicated with the others vaguely, and they all nodded slightly. 'Even if he succeeds, he'll just be helping someone else …'
In his heart, he was somewhat impressed by the royal family's methods.
This Prince Yong was the younger brother of the emperor, and their bloodline and fate were very similar. If he succeeded, the emperor would naturally be able to bear the burden.
If he failed, it was just the loss of a disciple. It was really nothing!
"If there's no trouble down there, I'll get Taoist Yu Qingzi to open the gate and use the Evil Qi Crystal to lure out a Dragon Death. I'll extract its fate and inject it into Your Highness' body!"
Naturally, Saint Yan knew what to say at the right time. "Although the Dragon Death is meager, it's enough to protect Your Highness for a lifetime of wealth! In the future, His Majesty will definitely put you in an important position! "
"I … I won't fuss over this for the sake of the country!"
The young man waved his hand, but his footsteps were more steady, causing Saint Yan to snicker in his heart.
When they reached the palace below, their expressions changed drastically. "There's blood!"
"There's no trace of Yu Qingzi!"
Wave after wave of reports came in, causing Saint Yan's expression to change. He got Cui Jue to protect Prince Yong while he quickly dashed into the main hall.
When he saw in the copper mirror that the mausoleum was mostly intact, and that the tunnel leading to the mausoleum was also closed, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
"Those Dragon Deaths won't come out even if we invite them …"
Cui Jue escorted Prince Yong into the main hall with a gloomy expression. "With this person's ability to kill Yu Qingzi, it shouldn't be a problem for him to reach the depths of the mausoleum …"
"Then … then what should we do?"
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Saint Yan's forehead. With his Martial Sage body, this was almost inconceivable!
"Lord Yan, do you have the confidence to reach the depths of the mausoleum if you work together with me?"
Cui Jue looked at the copper mirror in all directions and asked thoughtfully.
"This …"
Saint Yan gritted his teeth. "If our luck isn't bad, we should have an eighty percent chance of success after paying a small price!"
The so-called "good luck" referred to not encountering any Dragon Beasts. Even if they did, they should not encounter two at once!
At the thought of this, he could not help but laugh bitterly. "Sigh … I didn't expect that the defensive layer of Dragon Beasts set up by the Masters would actually block us out today … Heaven is really making a fool out of us!"
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