Chapter 47: Under the Nine Lands (I)
“Now is not the time to worry about Mozi or not!!” Jiang Xian was the first to react and shouted, “Quick… the last five stars! At this rate of collapse, the whole room will collapse in at most twenty minutes!”
Everyone immediately regained their focus and thought about it with full concentration. Three minutes later, Ling Xiaozi looked up and said decisively: "In 256 BC, the King of Qin destroyed the Western Zhou Dynasty and moved the Nine Cauldrons to Qin!"
Swoosh... mercury poured out, and everyone stared at the silver line. When the hole was completely filled with it, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At the moment when the hole was filled, there was a loud noise that shook the earth, and the area around the altar collapsed! And this time the sound... was probably less than ten meters away from the altar!
Kakakaka… the sound of twisting iron chains was heard. But no one dared to look back, as the Grim Reaper was standing behind everyone. No one could guarantee that they could remain calm after taking a look.
Every second counts, and all your time must be used to solve the Nine Palace Flying Stars!
In the dead silence amidst the turmoil, everyone's thoughts were working at their peak. Two minutes later, Hong Si Niang raised her head and said, "Next... Next is the unification of the six kingdoms! Chang'an... No, that's not right! The Nine Palace Flying Stars will not pass through the same place twice! So where is it?"
"Dongshan Province!" Jiang Xian immediately said, "In 221 BC, Qin attacked Qi from the south of Yan and forced Qi to surrender. The unification of the world...if not in Chang'an, then it can only be in Qi!"
Swoosh... the mercury fell silently. At the same time, everyone closed their eyes.
Going wrong will lead to a dead end.
If it doesn't fall, there will be no remains.
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and unprecedented pressure is like a landslide or tsunami. I am hanging on the edge of my seat, watching the mercury pouring down while praying that I won't make any mistakes... This feeling is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife... At least if I close my eyes, I can feel the pain.
Ten seconds... twenty seconds... no mist gushed out. Jiang Xian gritted his teeth and said quickly: "Six stars... So far, there are only three stars left!"
"The construction of the Great Wall and the death of the First Emperor, these two major events must have happened! The last one, I think, was Xu Fu's search for immortals!"
The Eight-Armed Arhat picked up the next wine jar: "Are you sure?"
"Not sure!" Jiang Xian almost yelled, then said through gritted teeth: "But... this is the closest answer! At least there is a pattern of the elixir of immortality here! There is no time for us to hesitate! "
The Eight-Armed Arhat's cheeks twitched vigorously. He said no more, picked up the wine jar and fell down.
Dead silence.
No one spoke, but those who closed their eyes were all silently counting the number of wine bottles in their hearts. The "click" sound of each bottle being put down was so small amid the roar of the surroundings, but it was extremely clear to the ears.
That is the timer of life.
The seventh star...the eighth star...the ninth star!
The sound of the ninth wine bottle falling to the ground was like the sound of nature, and everyone opened their eyes at the same time, staring at their surroundings.
Amid the smoke, a slight "click" sound echoed through the hall. Then, the rumble that was like an earthquake became noticeably smaller. The smoke and dust that was rolling like waves slowly descended, and the trembling walls on all sides gradually stopped wailing. A minute later, the entire hall fell silent. Only the dark abyss around the altar was left, as if it had been ravaged by a demon.
"Heh..." Ling Xiaozi's legs softened and he sat down on the ground. He put his hands into his black hair and combed it tremblingly, but after he put his hands into it, he suddenly realized that his black hair was already covered with sweat.
Jiang Xian's fingers trembled as he clenched into fists, breathing heavily. A feeling like an electric shock spread from his tailbone to his scalp, and for a moment he couldn't even muster a bit of strength. And Hong Si Niang, who was next to him, wanted to escape from the lighter, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time.
Still alive...I am still alive!
Under the double pressure just now, they almost forgot about life and death. Fear was like a giant hand squeezing everyone's heart tightly. Now that the waves have subsided, the lingering fear is like a storm hitting the shore, impacting everyone's heart.
After a long while, Ling Xiaozi finally laughed dryly: "I've decided. I'm going to buy a lottery ticket when I go out. Nine out of thirty-six, a one in four chance... After repeating it nine times, we actually won all of them!"
"It's not entirely luck." The Eight-Armed Arhat looked calm, but shuddered from time to time, and said hoarsely: "The Nine Palace Flying Stars in the past were much easier to deduce than they are now. The only difficult part was the first star. The rest can be deduced based on the major events at the time. Seven out of ten times, it will not be wrong... Of course, we are indeed lucky enough..."
This feeling of "being alive" was so clear that no one wanted to talk too much. After five minutes, Hong Si Niang finally raised her head and said, "Didn't you say... if the Nine Palace Flying Stars were unlocked, there would be an exit?"
Jiang Xian gritted his teeth and stood up, taking several deep breaths until he felt his strength returning to him. Just as he was about to start looking for a passage, suddenly, a clear "Kara" sound rang throughout the hall!
Swoosh! Ling Xiaozi suddenly raised his head and looked around in disbelief. His lips trembled: "Is this the end?!"
Before he could finish his words, the altar beneath their feet suddenly banged and fell madly downwards!
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made everyone squat instinctively. The friction between the metal and the surrounding rock walls even produced sparks, and their hearts seemed to be attached to their backs. But no one dared to speak, instead they clenched their teeth tightly, and each of them held a Changxin Palace Lantern to maintain balance.
Five seconds... ten seconds... everyone's nerves were tense, and their breathing was stagnant. The body, mind, and spirit were all focused on one point, waiting for the violent impact of landing. This kind of waiting was so torturous that people could not even think about whether they would live or die after landing! However, fate seemed to be a bad clown. After fifteen seconds, there was another slight karaoke sound, and the entire altar... slowed down.
No one spoke.
The hands holding the Changxin Palace Lantern tightly felt cold and sticky - it was the cold sweat that broke out instinctively. Ten seconds later, when a "clang" sound came from under their feet, the entire altar stopped falling. The four people let go of the palace lantern at the same time and collapsed on the gold bricks.
My mind went blank.
Jiang Xian was lying on the cold altar without any image. He stared at the hole above his head in a trance. The distance was very far, probably about 60 or 70 meters...
What a loud sound of water... Is there a Yellow River underneath...
It seemed as if the God of Life had played two big jokes between life and death, exhausting everyone's courage and strength. When they calmed down, pain surged from their limbs like a tide. In this strange silence, the four people lay there for a full ten minutes before Jiang Xian supported himself and slowly stood up.
Everywhere I looked, there were pitch-black walls all around.
These walls were polished very smoothly, and at the landing of the altar, there were two open doors, through which one could vaguely see a passageway, three meters high and two meters wide, located on the left and right of the altar.
He walked over slowly - not because he didn't want to run, but his thigh muscles were sore at the moment and he had no strength at all.
It took him several minutes to walk just fifty meters. When he finally reached the gate, his eyes suddenly became serious.
no the same……
It's completely different from anything I've seen before!
"Qin painted bricks?" Ling Xiaozi's hoarse voice came from behind. Jiang Xian turned around and glanced at him. The other party's eyes were red, his hair was messy, and his whisk was tightly grasped in his hand. By the way, he swept Jiang Xian's face. After sweeping him away, he walked to the front of the door and groped inch by inch. After a few seconds, he exclaimed in a low voice: "Palace-level painted bricks!"
He bent his fingers and knocked , and the sound that came out was not the ordinary twang-twang sound of red bricks, but the "dang-dang" sound like that of bells.
After thousands of years, the painted bricks still showed a bluish cold noble color, without a single hole in the whole body. Moreover, the black bird pattern on it was much more delicate than what they had seen before!
Each stroke is of equal thickness, and the carving is extremely delicate. The huge black bird drags its long tail feathers, curling, stretching, and symmetrical. It can be called a work of art.
The two looked at each other and saw the heat in each other's eyes.
Such exquisite painted bricks... As they expected, the appearance of the altar meant that they were very close to the core of the underground palace. And if they went out from here, it was very likely that they would find the real core of the underground palace!
The answers to countless mysteries may be there, and there may even be clues to the Black Death Butterfly! Jiang Xian closed his eyes and covered his heaving chest. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at Hong Si Niang and the Eight-armed Arhat who were walking over and said, "We are now about a hundred meters underground."
He took out a marker, squatted down, and drew casually: "Chang'an is at a very high altitude, about 2,000 meters. We must have entered Chang'an City now, which should be the edge of Chang'an City. A section down from the Qinling Mountains."
"The biggest difficulty we are facing now is... no one had time to take off our backpacks. All the supplies are inside. Next is the core of the underground palace, which is also the last section of our exploration. Everyone must stay together. Find the exit first. Once we find it... we can talk about other things later."
No one objected. Jiang Xian stood in front of the door, snapped his fingers, and then walked down first.
bring it on……
Let me see what secrets are hidden here!
The passage is not long, about ten meters. At ten meters, there is a corner.
No one used a flashlight, and the lights were still burning. Just as he turned the corner, Jiang Xian suddenly stopped where he was.
"What happened?" Ling Xiaozi behind him was stunned for a moment, then poked his head out: "Did you see your master resurrected? This scene seems familiar..."
He didn't finish his words because he was also stunned.
Hong Si Niang and the Eight-Armed Arhat looked at each other and rushed around the corner at the same time. The next second, two suppressed exclamations came out.
It was quite short , because... everything before their eyes shocked them so much that they could not make a sound. They could only surrender to the magnificence of history and kneel before the grandeur of Xian Qin.
Underground Palace...
What appeared before them was an endless group of underground palaces! And... an underground river that was more than a thousand meters wide!
