Mythological Native Species

Gao Xue's movements were quick, and not long after Feng Lin's order was issued, a large number of workers were summoned. Even if they were standing high in the palace, it seemed that they could faintly hear the clamor from the distant mountains.

Repairing the imperial mausoleum is a matter of filial piety, and all expenses are paid by the palace's internal treasury, so naturally there is nothing to object to.

As night fell, Feng Lin was lying in Concubine Rong's warm and broad embrace and dreaming sweetly.

In a groggy state, Feng Linwen seemed to hear a gentle cry.

"Huang'er! Huang'er!" The voice was kind and seemed to be familiar.

In the distant horizon, a middle-aged man wearing a red dragon robe, with a majestic face and a smile on the corner of his mouth, was striding towards him.

"Emperor! Is it really my emperor?" The middle-aged looked at Feng Linwan excitedly, as if waiting for Feng Linye's response.

After looking around for a while, Feng Linxun showed a sneer, "Want to confuse me with a dream? Kru! Come out to work!"

Crude, who has long been scolded by Lin Wan's tune, has no godly majesty, but at this time, in this hazy dream, his stalwart real body has manifested.

Tall, terrifying, wicked, and immortal that runs through time, as if eternal.

The head of the octopus, the body, and the whole body are filled with a drowsy and misty aura, and the bat wings behind it are more like two incomparably vast dark clouds, shrouded in, as if directly covering the whole world.

The middle-aged looked stiffly at this stalwart **** who suddenly appeared, and his expression was no longer enough to describe it as collapse.

The next moment, without hesitation, he turned into a little inspiration and exited Feng Lin's dream.

Bang!

The dream seems to be real, and the invisible barrier is an iron wall for middle-aged people at this time.

Invisible chains are derived from the dream, and bind the middle-aged firmly.

In the dragon-like roar, the middle-aged appearance was shattered, and what was rapidly expanding was a giant tortoise with scales and short horns on its head. The giant tortoise controls the water waves, constantly hitting the rough and insubstantial dream, trying to tear this originally illusory world to shreds.

But the huge waves were engulfed in the sea, and the dark clouds in the distance became extremely real.

An ancient and shadowy world emerged from the bottom of the sea.

Everything is starting to make it difficult to tell the truth from the false.

"I know who can still enter my dream and want to confuse me. It turns out to be your old tortoise!" Although Feng Linxen said this, he actually knew for a long time that it was not a matter of doing such a trick. This old turtle is none other than this. He has the emperor's dragon energy to protect his body and casual spells, which cannot be used on him. Only the old tortoise, who has been combined with the residual dragon energy of the previous emperors, and is closely related to Emperor Jing, can perform this kind of dreaming art. , quietly sneaked into his dream.

Hearing Feng Linwan's voice, the struggling old turtle suddenly stopped moving, rolled his eyes, and suddenly roared at Feng Linwan, "So it's your kid!"

He obviously recognized Feng Linye from Feng Linye's tone.

Of course... this is also because Feng Linwen deliberately didn't hide it.

"Wait, you deliberately lured me into the bait! What do you want to do?" The old turtle is not stupid, and can even be said to be very smart. He originally thought that he was the emperor of the dynasty and wanted to repair the emperor's mausoleum on a whim. But when he knew Feng Linwen's identity, he was very sure that this was a game that attracted him to the bait.

The old turtle's body was still locked in the imperial tomb, and it was his soul that invaded Feng Lin's dream at this moment.

"I don't want to do anything, I just have some questions that I can't understand. I want an answer from you, senior. If you cooperate, I will let you go before dawn. If not... He will pull you into eternity. In a dream, you can no longer return to your soul. And your body will gradually lose its vitality because you lose the master of your soul." Feng Linwen pointed to Kruba, who was standing in the turbulent sea.

The old tortoise glanced at Crewe with great fear. Even on the face of the tortoise, many complex emotions could still be seen.

"What do you want to ask? The old turtle, I learned today, and naturally I know everything." The old turtle said very wisely.

Feng Linwan clapped his palms, and said, "Okay! Happy! I just want to know how many corpses of previous kings were lost in the imperial tomb."

When dealing with a treacherous person like the old turtle, you can't take it lightly just because he seems to be soft.

Therefore, Feng Linwan did not ask whether the emperor's corpse was lost in the imperial mausoleum, but directly affirmed the conclusion, but asked how much was lost.

"What?" The old tortoise's expression was dazed and ignorant, as if he didn't understand Feng Linye's question for a moment.

"Crew! Teach him to be a turtle!" Feng Linxen waved at the tall figure without any nonsense.

The next moment, the maddening waves turned into dozens of tentacles, burrowed into the cracks of the old turtle's shell, and then whipped.

The pain intensified by the dream made the old turtle miserable.

"I said! I said... don't fight! I said! There are nine in total, and nine emperor corpses were lost." The old turtle said.

Feng Linxen nodded in combination with the picture he had seen through the Crewe Bar earlier.

He didn't lie.

"Tell me, who stole the emperor's corpse, and what kind of cooperation do you have with that person?" Feng Linwen actually had a conclusion in his heart, but he needed to guide the old turtle and say something he didn't know.

Now that he has opened his mouth, the old turtle is not a resolute person who has a firm position and will not let go, so he candidly said, "It's Cheng Penghai, Cheng Penghai, a scholar of the dynasty. Take away nine emperor corpses."

"Then what benefit did he promise you?" Feng Linxen asked.

The old turtle lowered his head and said, "He gave me a manuscript."

"What code?" Feng Linwan continued to press.

"One thousand and two hundred years ago, Daoist Yunkong's practice manual! It records the mystery of how to break through from seeing God to Wuyun." The old turtle said frankly.

Then the old tortoise said, "If you are interested, let me go back, the old man will give you the manuscript immediately."

Feng Linwan sneered and said, "No, I trust you very much, so...you're right here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and write the content out silently!"

This is the world of dreams, and no matter how real it becomes because of Kruba, it is always just a dream.

Here, as long as the old tortoise is willing to expose it, it only takes one thought from him to compile a book and turn the handwritten notes in his memory into reality.

The old turtle seemed to still want to struggle, but when Kruba approached him, he trembled and felt an indescribable terror. 's manuscript.

After taking the manuscript, Feng Linwen opened it directly.

The handwritten notes are not only about the cultivation experience, but also some of the experience of the old Yunkong Daoist and so on.

When he turned to one of the pages, Feng Linxen was slightly taken aback. He seemed to have found the answer in it.

"The Holy Curse of the Nine Sovereigns... It seems that Cheng Penghai used this technique to curse the late emperor. And now... he has to do the same to get rid of me."

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