Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

Jiang Xinxin followed Zhang Jiuri over to take a look, and sure enough, it was another Kunlun Tire, and this time the signs of human intervention were even more serious. The Kunlun Tire had almost covered the underground palace below, and the Kunlun Tire itself was carved from ice crystals. Jiang Xinxin even suspected that this thing would melt partially when the temperature rose in the summer.

Zhang Jiuri had a solemn look on his face. He had already discovered traces left by the Zhang family, which meant that the Zhang family had known about this place from the very beginning. Moreover, many tomb robbers had died here. It seemed that this place had not been peaceful for just three or four hundred years.

Zhang Jiuri tightened the straps of his backpack and warned Jiang Xinxin, "This place is hundreds of years later than Pingshan. The danger level may be more than doubled. We must be careful."

Jiang Xinxin nodded, tidied up a little, and followed Zhang Jiuri to push open the door of the underground palace.

Behind the door was a long corridor, with bronze artifacts, large and small tripods and coppers displayed on both sides. After walking a few steps inside, the temperature became significantly colder. Zhang Jiuri stopped and frowned and said, "I didn't feel cold all the way into the mountain, but after just a few steps into this underground palace, I already felt the cold."

Jiang Xinxin was also a little solemn. She could clearly feel that the cold was not just aimed at the body, but also at the soul. Otherwise, with the clothes she took out, it would be impossible for her to feel the coolness.

But since we've already come in, there's no reason to hold back. Jiang Xinxin said, "For now we can only move forward. Maybe it won't be so cold ahead. Otherwise, we can only go down the mountain."

Of course Zhang Jiuri would not choose to go down the mountain. The two continued to walk forward for a while. Suddenly, Jiang Xinxin whipped Zhang Jiuri's forehead less than three inches above it. Zhang Jiuri trusted Jiang Xinxin so he did not move. Then he really heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He raised the torch and looked forward. It turned out to be a strange bird that was completely black, with only two white spots on its face, and eyes that looked like a human face!

Zhang Jiuri carefully identified it and finally determined the species of this thing: "It is recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Great Wilderness East Classic" that there is a god in the island of the East China Sea. He has a human face and a bird body, with two yellow snakes on his ears and two yellow snakes on his feet. His name is Yu Guo. Huangdi gave birth to Yu Guo, and Yu Guo gave birth to Yu Jing. Yu Jing is in the North Sea and Yu Guo is in the East Sea. He is the sea god."

"So the only species in the east with a human face and a bird body is Yu Guo, the son of the Yellow Emperor. It is not certain whether he wore snakes or stepped on snakes, but we saw a lot of centipedes along the way, so this thing must be Yu Guo."

Just as he was talking, a monkey-like creature came out of the mouth of the human-faced bird on the ground. Its claws were visibly sharp. Before Jiang Xinxin could make any move, Zhang Jiuri stepped forward and stabbed it with a dagger. The monkey was killed as quickly as the human-faced bird.

Zhang Jiuri took two steps forward and looked around. They had come to a large hall, which still contained mostly bronze artifacts. Zhang Jiuri could not help but complain: "The King of Dongxia must have been deceived by Wang Canghai. A Ming Dynasty tomb was actually made to look like the Shang and Zhou dynasties!"

As soon as Zhang Jiuri finished complaining, Jiang Xinxin began to be on guard: "The human-faced bird is a tomb guardian beast. There are many of them coming ahead. Be careful!"

Zhang Jiuri also drew his sword. Needless to say, since this human-faced bird lives underground, it must not rely on its eyes to determine wind direction and prey, but on sound.

The human-faced birds came in overwhelming numbers, and they also had monkeys hidden in their mouths that could be spit out to serve as a distraction. Jiang Xinxin didn't think it was a big deal, and with the Three Poison Swords in her hand, she fought more and more courageously.

Zhang Jiuri, who was one step behind, did not have the same kung fu as Jiang Xinxin. His physical strength was far from enough. He could still have the upper hand at the beginning, but later, as his physical strength was lost, he became a little inferior. Fortunately, the human-faced bird was finally scared when it saw that the two of them had been fighting for a long time without any damage.

As soon as the human-faced bird retreated, Zhang Jiuri hurriedly called out: "We should eat something. We haven't eaten yet this morning and this happened!"

Jiang Xinxin had no objection and walked forward for a while until she found a clean place and stopped. Zhang Jiuri followed behind and looked at the sword in Jiang Xinxin's hand that was gleaming and not stained with dust. He was almost salivating: "I have seen many swords and knives that are not stained with blood, but this is the first time I have seen one like this in your hand."

Jiang Xinxin held up the sword with two fingers and handed Sandu to Zhang Jiuri, saying, "The sword is named Sandu. A lot of spiritual materials were consumed when it was forged. After a long period of nurturing, it has now become spiritual, so you can see the spiritual light on the sword's edge."

Who doesn't like magic weapons, especially Zhang Jiuri is a man with good martial arts. Jiang Xinxin didn't mind if Sandu stayed in Zhang Jiuri's hands for a while longer, but Sandu himself was not happy about it. He always felt that Zhang Jiuri wanted to steal it, and soon he didn't want Zhang Jiuri to be close to him.

When Jiang Xinxin took back the three poisons, Zhang Jiuri's eyes showed a look of reluctance to part with them, and he almost coaxed her to the point of asking her to give him a magic sword as well.

At least Jiang Xinxin knew that the waters of this world were too deep, and anything beyond that would be a disaster rather than a blessing in Zhang Jiuri's hands, otherwise she would probably have been soft-hearted.

After lunch, they walked for several more hours. When Zhang Jiuri felt hungry again, a huge jade gate appeared in front of them.

The style of this gate is similar to the underground palace gate encountered before, but the scale and materials are incomparable to the previous underground palace gate. The four pieces of white marble are all made of whole materials, the door axis is coiled with a glazed centipede dragon, the door lintel is embossed with music and dance, and there are also two gatekeeper boys carved on the door.

Jiang Xinxin didn't care how luxurious the materials and workmanship were, she just stared at the door hinge of the centipede dragon, "There's a centipede here again, it seems that the tomb owner himself may have turned into a centipede."

Zhang Jiuri was so excited that he pried the door open. After hearing what Jiang Xinxin said, he just said, "Even if the tomb owner really turned into a centipede dragon, you have the Three Poison Swords in your hand, so why are you afraid of him?"

Behind the door was a corridor leading to the back hall of the Ling Palace. It was still dark, but after entering the corridor, there were murals on both sides and the ceiling, but the murals were covered with a layer of ice, making it difficult to see the contents of the murals. Jiang Xinxin was not interested in the contents of the murals, but Zhang Jiuri excitedly took a torch and tried to melt the ice to check the contents of the murals.

After struggling for a while, he finally got some results. On one of the murals, there were centipedes of various shapes and sizes, some coiled and some flying. At first glance, Jiang Xinxin felt that the whole wall was full of centipedes, which was a bit disgusting, so he quickly looked away.

In one painting, many soldiers in furs are bowing to centipedes in the clouds in the sky. There are also two centipedes entangled with each other, as if they are fighting.

In short, the centipede is the absolute protagonist in each of these murals. Not only are humans rare in number, they also look very small. Zhang Jiuri analyzed it for a long time but still couldn't believe it, "These people can't really accept the rule of a monster..."