Chapter 3 Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum

There are hundreds of peaks in Jinxia Mountain, arching the main peak Panlong Peak with the posture of stars holding the moon.

Panlong Peak, the boulders, and the strange pines and cypresses stand on the cliff, which is a little more majestic than other peaks of Jinxia Mountain.

This is also where the imperial mausoleum of the State of Xia is located. The emperors of all dynasties are buried here. In front of the imperial mausoleum stands these two huge stone dragon statues with great spirit.

These two stone dragons are nearly 100 meters long, lifelike, and their bodies rise slightly. It seems that they will rise above the nine heavens the next moment. The dragon's eyes seem to stare at the world and look at the world!

Mo Zhilan wears filial piety, followed by the noble concubines, princes, princesses, and the imperial court, and the team lasted for dozens of miles.

Everyone first said goodbye to His Majesty, and then when he was the emperor, the old tears said, "Enter the coffin!"

The eunuchs around shouted, and 16 generals carried the remains of the former emperor into the dragon coffin.

Taifu can't help crying.

"Enclosed the coffin!"

Taibao cried bitterly.

"Burial!"

As soon as these words fell, at the top of Panlong Peak, rolling black clouds roared, and the wind was like an arrow, covering the sky and the sun.

"Ah!"

The hurricane swept through, and hundreds of people stood unsteadily and were blown down under the cliff. If they fell down, they would die.

"All vulgar ants, why don't you hand over the seven kill tablets as soon as possible!" At this moment, a thunderous voice came from the dark clouds overhead. Before everyone could react, a dark arm leaned down from the sky. This arm was as big as a mountain peak, and the whole body was burning with black fire. There were mysterious runes flashing on the surface, just five fingers and one. Suddenly, a terrible pressure shrouded, and hundreds of concubines were caught in their hands. With a pinch, it turns into flying ash.

Wow...

More than a dozen people flew out of the dark clouds. These people were dressed in black clothes, embroidered with silver ancient beasts, stepped on flying swords, and looked at the people under them without expression.

Among these people, there is a man with a pale face and an evil spirit. Under him is a lion with nine heads, more than ten feet tall. As soon as the lion inhales, the pressure of a landslide and tsunami falls. People who are not profound in martial arts can't even stand still, and their bodies crawl on the ground.

"Brother Qin Shang, these people don't seem to know where the Seven Killing Monument is?" A man in black frowned and said to the man in the middle.

"The seven-killing tablet is the magic weapon of killing the emperor. It is a unique Taoist weapon. Naturally, these ants can't recognize it. However, we, the evil emperor, is proficient in divine calculation and knows that the seven kills are on the royal family of the State of Xia.

They didn't deliberately cover up their words. Obviously, they didn't care about these mortals. Mo Zhilan felt bad when he heard the word royal.

Suddenly, the air around him condensed, as if he were trapped in the iron wall, and he couldn't move. Then his feet left the ground and was actually taken off the ground by a strange force. In addition to him, there are other princes, princesses, and even princes, princesses...

Dozens of people were suspended in mid-air, and the man who was talking just spoke was awe-eyed and swept over them one by one.

"It's strange, why not? Is it in the palace?"

"Put down the prince!"

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the three princes of Xia shouting in unison. His voice was not high or low, with a frank, upright and majestic atmosphere.

The five-color glow, the vast air burst out from the body, condensed into a big hand, and directly grabbed Mo Zhilan out of the confinement.

"The spirit of greatness! I have heard before that the Yidao League, one of the nine sects of immortality, was established by some great Confucianism. From the classics, the Book of Changes, it is understood, cultivated, and was full of righteousness and condensed. Now it seems that it's true." The man in black has a pale face. He is a monk with divine power and true spirit. Now he is actually broken by three people who have not even cultivated their magical power, which is simply a great shame.

At this time, a long river of stars in the sky came straight through. Countless stars are brighter than the sun. This Tianhe scroll suppresses the royal children into it. Then, it receded like a tide.

All this happened very quickly, with only a blink of an eye. The person called Qin Shang reacted, and the huge dark palm grabbed it towards Xinghe and grabbed it!

"Qin Shang, you are a monk in the realm of heaven and man, and I am also a monk in the realm of heaven and man. You can't help me. The soul of hundreds of millions of creatures is condensed on the Seven Kill Monument, which is a magic weapon. I am taught to suppress it at the low level of the Star Sea, so as not to cause disaster!"

Countless stars in the galaxy converge one by one, blocking the black giant hands. And the starlight that wrapped the crowd retreated rapidly.

"Magic weapon! Haha, which magic weapon of my seven schools of demons is not condensed thousands of souls and created by infinite killing. I think it's you who want to covet the seven-kill monuments! Killing the Demon Sect has a single pulse, and the killing of the emperor dies. If there is no heir, the seven killing tablets will definitely return to our Heavenly Demon Sect. As soon as Qin Shang urged him, the nine giant lions under his seat roared and turned into a light to chase after him.

"In the palace!" A man in black roared, and the others flew towards the palace with him.

In the blink of an eye, all the monks, together with dozens of royal children, disappeared.

"Your Highness!" Yao Yuan came forward to help Mo Zhilan, who fell to the ground.

"I'm fine." Mo Zhilan said that his body was as strong as a steel plate, and he would not hurt if he fell from more than ten meters in the air.

Now that I think about it, those people in the secret world are really horrible, and dozens of people are hung up in one thought. I don't know how many times more powerful than the thunder fist he practiced.

However, no matter how powerful these people are, he has to go back to the palace. Mo Zhilan can ignore the others, but Ziyan and the thirteenth brother must be rescued.

"Your Highness, never. If anything happens to you, Xia Guo will be finished!" The third man's face turned pale, and there was no trace of blood. When he saw Mo Zhilan get on the horse, he stopped in front of him one after another. The three of them have exhausted all their strength. Now they are swaying and about to fall down.

"You don't have to stop me. If I can't come back, the matter of Xia will be decided by the three princes. This is my will, it is the imperial edict!" Mo Zhilan's voice was loud and resounded through Panlong Peak, and everyone heard it clearly.

Mo Zhilan calls himself me, and no one thinks it's inappropriate to issue the imperial edict. The late emperor died, and other royal children were also captured. Mo Zhilan was the only one who could inherit the throne.

"Your Highness, I'll go with you!" Yao Yuan also got on the horse, which was his beloved horse, blood.

Drive!

The two of them looked at death and went away!

The wind is rustling, and the water is cold, and once the strong man is gone, he will not return!

(Choose A narcissism 30%, which belongs to the self-visual trivial type.

Choose B narcissism 50%, and your narcissism is ordinary.

Choose C narcissism 70%, which belongs to the Gufang self-appreciation type.

Choose D narcissism 90%, and your narcissism is beyond ordinary people.

Choose E narcissism 1000%, okay... I have nothing to say.)