Investing in the Rebirth Empress, She Called Me Husband

The entire underground palace roared and trembled, and fine dust particles fell from the ceiling.

In the underground palace, it seems that some kind of drastic change is taking place.

"Is the tomb about to collapse?"

Bai Jinghong said in a loud voice.

Everyone's expressions changed for a moment.

This underground palace is so majestic and vast that we don’t even know how deep it is underground at this time. If the underground palace collapses suddenly, it will be even more terrifying than the collapse of a mountain.

Being buried alive inside, I'm afraid that the powerful people in the fifth realm's outdoor scenes will shed their skin, let alone them.

"It shouldn't collapse."

Li Mo's face was solemn, but he still shook his head.

놛In the eyes of the God of Destiny, I have never seen anyone die due to the collapse of the underground palace.

Ying Bingdai frowned, and after pondering for a moment, she softly said:

"Someone triggered a kill on the chessboard."

Some people simply don't know the rules and regulations of this complicated underground palace. I'm afraid they will naturally end up dead if they wander aimlessly.

"Those who go to the grave are not strong people. We have triggered the killing situation, so naturally we will not just wait to die."

The meaning of Tianmiao is 놆.

Those people are trying their best to defeat cleverness.

If you don't understand the mysteries of the underground palace, you simply start to use physics and forcefully break in. The latter may cost a lot of money and even produce incalculable consequences.

"We need to speed up."

Li Mo and Ying Bing made eye contact, then looked at Tian Miao.

At least there is a Palm Xuan strongman behind Jiang Yu, as well as a patrolling guard, and there are two Dharma Kings behind Tan Zhuyin. It’s really hard to say who is faster to go to the main tomb at all costs.

Moreover, if the underground palace is destroyed to a certain extent, the original cracking method may not work.

"You want to leave?" Bai Jinghong asked hesitantly.

Li Mo nodded: "You just stay here and don't move around. This underground palace is safe. If you go further, I may not be able to take care of you."

"If anything happens, the city gate will be on fire and the fish in the pond will be destroyed..."

"..."

It was the first time for Hengyun Sanying to be a miscellaneous fish, and his expression was quite complicated.

But everyone knew that what Li Mo said made sense, so they decided to stay where they were.

"You go, we can't."

"Well, don't wander around. You must have read the story books. People who are extremely curious are often the first to receive their lunch boxes..."

Li Mo warned again, Bingtuo떚 had already screwed up the numbers on the portal.

The figures of the three people disappeared into the darkness again.

The swordsmen who were still very tough just now suddenly felt that the surroundings were so quiet. In the dark and empty environment, it seemed that several tomb beasts would pop out from nowhere...

"We can..."

"Hiss, I suddenly feel so cold..."

The swordsmen became weak, helpless and pitiful in the darkness, trembling in the crumbling underground palace.

Who doesn’t have a child?…

...

Li Mo walked at the front to clear the way, and the three of them returned to the correct road. As Bingtuo opened the doors of the underground palace one after another, they got closer and closer to the depths of the underground palace.

And the roaring sound of thunder has always been at a distance from them, sometimes close and sometimes far away.

"Bing Tuo, how long will it take?"

Li Mo asked, but didn't hear a response for a long time.

But in front of the door, he saw Ying Bing squatting there, his eyes slightly dazed, and he was distracted for some reason.

"Bingtuo떚? Are you okay?"

Li Mo held her hand and called softly, a little worried.

"The situation in the underground palace has changed. I was just calculating the last step. It's okay."

Ying Bing pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.

She turned the numbers on the base to the correct position.

"It's open."

This time there was no sound of the underground palace shaking, only the heavy rubbing sound of the door.

The soft light of the clam beads illuminated the darkness ahead. Judging from the traces on the wall of this deep corridor, it was definitely dug manually.

Li Mo is the strongest physically and protects Ying Bing behind him.

"I'll go ahead, you follow me."

"Um."

The footsteps echoed.

There are also murals on this long corridor, and the content is more complete. The two paintings seen above are included in it.

Or it can be said that it is the continuation of the above mural.

In the follow-up content, after the innate creatures were turned into totems by the power of all living beings, the various tribes of the human race began to conquer each other, and in the end only two of the strongest tribes were left.

One is painted in red, and the other is painted in black.

Behind both sides, there are figures of 꾫꺶 and 깇celestial beings 녊놆falling from the sky.

There are five immortals behind the black tribe, led by 뀪깇色元黄女떚, and the remaining three include the Dream God.

There are four figures behind the white tribe, whose identities are unknown.

In the end, the black tribe won and the white tribe was absorbed.

The two tribes merged, and the female 떚 who was the incarnation of the 깇color Yuanhuang became a 꾫꺶 divine bird, protecting the world under her wings.

Another tall figure put on a crown and ascended the throne as emperor.

A kingdom emerged.

"The mysterious bird of destiny came down to give birth to Shang?"

After Li Mo finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar.

"The founding emperor mentioned by 뀪꺶shang was actually an immortal in 놆깇heaven?"

"Maybe." Tianmiao 껩 couldn't be sure about something so long ago.

"But we have to go faster."

The three of them continued walking along the corridor.

The murals behind seemed to record the succession of the Shang emperors, and the time was getting closer and closer to the time when this underground palace was built.

In addition to the paintings, some words began to appear on the walls of the corridor.

"The characters should be very old..."

Tian Miao frowned and looked at it for a moment, then shook his head.

Needless to say, Li Mo naturally didn't recognize any of them. These characters were not Chinese characters.

"This is the Records of the Shang Dynasty." Ying Bing suddenly said.

"Records of the Shang Dynasty? Who would write that thing..."

Li Mo was a little curious about what was written in this Records of the Shang Dynasty, which had been separated by thousands of years.

Ying Bing stared at the words on the wall, but read softly:

"Today is the fourteenth day that I presided over the construction of Yunmeng Palace, and now I have become the eighty-second leader of the Summoning God Cult."

"When building Yunmeng Palace, I initially thought that I should just follow the steps, but in the process, I found that I could use a dead chess game to lay out the layout, that is, the dead game between Yunmeng Zushen and the sky."

"Even if Yunmeng Zushen really wakes up, He can't solve it..."

"I feel my changes more and more clearly. Every morning when I wake up, I feel more and more unfamiliar."

"This chess game is really difficult to arrange. You can't make a mistake in one step, otherwise you will fail."

"If I was still an immortal, I would wave my hand..."

The handwriting here turned into graffiti, as if the writer was very shocked and flustered, wondering why he suddenly had such an idea.

"Aren't you the leader? What do you mean when you are an immortal?"

Li Mo was confused.

The following handwriting became very depressed and restrained.

"I am Qin Yuzhi, the leader of the Summoning God Cult. I am building the Yunmeng Underground Palace..."

"I have to hurry up, otherwise He will wake up from my body...from a dream to reality..."

"Then, my existence will be just a dream of His..."

"Am I still myself now? I can't tell, I really can't tell..."

The mural ends here, and the corridor is almost at the end.