What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book Chapter 487: Antarctic longevity

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This judgment is absolutely reasonable.

Judging from the current template of the swamp, the strange poisonous miasma inside is okay for the time being. Ordinary immortals may not be able to withstand it, but Yan Qianlie's current practice believes that he can withstand it. The biggest problem is that the ability to fly over the poisonous swamp is restricted, and one can only walk over it. Therefore, the monks over the years have suffered heavy losses and cannot fly across.

Of course, the immortals are not stupid. They have tried many times to move mountains and fill them with soil. However, they melt immediately when they touch it. The marsh gas is like a fire of nothingness, burning everything and unable to fill it up at all. Unless a very few super powerful magic weapons can withstand it, but how many such things are there?

But the faintly floating bones on the Poison Swamp prove that bones can float on it and will not even decay.

Why such a strange phenomenon occurs, Yan Qianlie was puzzled before, but now he has a vague idea.

Suzaku's rage burned everything, including the devouring and burning of life, invisible and formless.

But the bones were left behind, proving that "death is the key to immortality."

It is also the "law" that the exposed stone slabs want to embody. The meaning of this spell is a stepping stone. Those who enter the secret place must be in advance, rather than actually teaching people to organize an army of the undead...

Unintentionally, the previous move of sending Shi Huozhu to organize manpower met the current needs. Yan Qianlie leaned back tactically and translated for me. What is destiny?

As he said, Yan Qianlie immediately ordered everyone present to sort out all the things that could be used to fill the swamp, including corpse puppets, skeletons, and even magic weapons made of skeletons.

In less than two days, Shihuozhu also brought people back. The number of people and horses was not too many, and the total added up to five thousand.

The so-called demonic path is insignificant. Judging from the number of people, it is not too bad. Although it is impossible to gather "one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers" casually, it is more miserable than the Fire Hell Sect who was suppressed in the Yan Qianlie Human Realm. There are more people... and the average cultivation is quite strong. In fact, if we can really join forces, we can overthrow this garbage demon who just took the throne and snatched everyone's corpse puppet magic weapon.

However, no one joined forces, and no one dared to take the lead under the glare of Yan Qianliehu. They all swallowed their anger and honestly handed over the corpse puppets and skeletons they had worked so hard to refine.

At a glance, it is vast.

Yan Qianlie stood at the mouth of the valley and waved his hand: "Fill!"

"Crash!"

Hanhan skeleton soldiers lined up to jump into the swamp.

The demon disciples, who were heartbroken to death, were shocked to find that the skeleton they thought was destroyed was actually not destroyed. They could still feel the connection between their souls and their soul fire was immortal.

This time they were even more scrambling, one or two driving their own skeletons to jump in. It didn't take long for the edge of the swamp to be filled with a bridge several feet long.

The room fire pig carefully walked up a few steps, swaying slightly, but it was really not heavy. I couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It's really possible! Your Majesty is so wise! You've solved a mystery that no one has been able to solve for thousands of years!"

Yan Qianlie's old face was burning. If it weren't for the Tiandao script, he would never have thought about it from this perspective. In fact, thinking about it in hindsight, this matter is not that difficult to think of. Why can no one break it for ten thousand years? Isn't it because God has given everyone wisdom? Are you sure readers won't scold it?

Forget it, I don’t want to slander, I don’t know if he will hear me.

Yan Qianlie shrank his head subconsciously and continued to direct the bridge building with a calm expression on his face. Not long after, a bridge of bones and bones stretched across a hundred miles, leading all the way to the deepest part of the swamp, where the stone slabs were.

Yan Qianlie took a deep breath, walked carefully along the bones, and slowly stepped into the depths.

The feeling around him was indeed that of invisible and formless flames, filling the universe. It was more unstoppable and fiercer than tangible fire. Yan Qianlie was quite shocked. After playing with fire all his life, he never thought that the power of fire could be used. In this situation, it is as omnipresent as air, and it is incombustible.

If Qiu Wuji was here, he would probably feel the same as him. Wouldn't it be the same with the sword energy seen in the Mausoleum of Zhenwu as if it were water?

When the avenue reaches its deepest point, it is invisible.

When you get to the stone slab, you can roughly see the mausoleum hidden behind the stone slab, buried in the swamp. The stone slab is like a tombstone, with its memorial engraved on it.

Yan Qianlie stroked the stone slab gently and pondered for a moment. The flames in his hand gradually spread out and surrounded the entire stone slab, like a sacrifice.

His magic flame itself was inherited from Suzaku Fire Feather in the human world. It is a true "direct descendant" and inherited from the same strain.

Withered bones are the road to eternal life, and flames are the stepping stone.

Sure enough, I quickly sensed a slightly surprised emotion coming from the stone slab. The stone slab opened to the left and right, revealing a dark path.

As the stone slabs parted, the invisible flames all over the swamp gradually gathered, returned to the mausoleum, and paved the dark path into a bright road of flames.

Yan Qianlie was a little dazzled by what he saw, secretly thinking that Suzaku was already "dead" and yet he was still playing so fancy. If we consider it based on the newly set tomb of the ancient emperor of the four directions, what kind of emperor does Chu Ge correspond to Suzaku, the Antarctic Immortal Emperor?

Yan Qianlie slowly walked into the path of flames.

The stinky swamp outside, with piles of dead bones, looks like a place of evil, but after entering, only a kind of purity remains.

Pure fire, pure light, and warm vitality filled the environment. Yan Qianlie felt that he could absorb the source of fire and the breath of life almost along the way. Before the trail was completed, his cultivation level increased a little. Cut off.

Even the hidden wounds left by these days of violent fighting were healed unconsciously and returned to its best condition.

The extreme opposition between life and death is vividly displayed inside and outside a mere stone slab.

This mausoleum is a real mausoleum, not as big as the Zhenwu Palace. It is very likely that there is no mausoleum itself. It is purely the will of the Antarctic Emperor after his death. It not only gives himself a protection, but also leaves behind all the laws.

So this is just a ten-mile mausoleum. After walking through the passage, you reach the core. The circular tomb clearly highlights the four-sided inscriptions of the "Li" hexagram, as if it also indicates the departure of the owner.

Like the Tomb of Zhenwu, there are no bones here.

Of course not, Xuanwu is in the Arctic Ocean, and everyone is still looking for Suzaku.

There are four stone lampstands around the tomb. Each lampstand has a small cluster of flames, each with a different color, red, white, green and blue. Although the flame is weak and as ethereal as sparks, it will last forever. .

It is fire with the same origin and four attributes. It is the strongest fire in the world of heaven and man. If one of them is digested and absorbed, he will be the master of that flame.

There is a jade coffin in the center. There is no one in the coffin, but it is densely engraved with inscriptions.

Just like the patterns of heaven on the bones of the East China Sea Azure Dragon, ordinary people cannot recognize it.

But Yan Qianlie, who has practiced to the level of Xuanxian, can naturally sense the meaning of these inscriptions. If translated into words, it would be the "Antarctic Immortal Emperor Sutra".

Yan Qianlie almost burst into tears, Damn it, these protagonists have finally taken advantage of me, long live dad!

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PS: Sorry for being late again, because all old books have been reported and can no longer be found. After a lot of fussing, I won’t change it for now. I’ll talk about it when I have time.