Chapter 2000 (1/2)

Qin Xuan looked at the boy, defeated all the opponents of the city, swept the pride of the family.

Finally, in the eyes of all, he walked slowly out of the city.

Qin Xuan followed him all the way. The boy went through the storm and finally got to a place.

Buried outside the emperor's Mausoleum!

The tomb of the emperor in this era is quite different from Qin Xuan's impression.

There are some dangerous places that no longer exist, but there are some that he has never seen.

Qin Xuan saw the young man with his own eyes. After a lot of calamities, he was forced to enter the tomb.

The young man had been buried outside the mausoleum for a long time. His eyes were dull, but he looked at the direction of the mausoleum. After seven days of wind and rain, he finally left.

The meaning of this word, again diffuse, Qin Xuan looked to the third word.

The third word, the edge of wind and cloud, is already in the lofty holy palace.

Young people have become middle-aged, sitting in a high position, as if arrogant Xiantu.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man jumped up from the holy palace, stepped on the phoenix of nine colors and went to the tomb of the emperor.

Qin Xuan seems to be the same as that middle-aged man at the moment. He travels day and night, and finally comes to the tomb.

Still so quiet, middle-aged looking at this burial mausoleum for a long time, finally, step into it.

He fought strangely with the burial mausoleum and fought for his life with the danger of death.

Finally, he came to the depth of the tomb, a bloody plain, broken mountains and broken rocks, more like a mausoleum.

Middle aged people looking at here, in front of him, there are several figures, standing here quietly.

Seems to be aware of the middle-aged people come, those figures look chaotic, blurred.

Nine people stood on the bloody plain.

They seem to be talking about something.

However, the nine people did not act disorderly, but seemed to be waiting for something in the bloody land.

Over the years, the scene changed in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if it were a scroll of pictures, passing in front of Qin Xuan's eyes.

Until then, the nine figures have turned into seventeen figures.

In the bloody plain, a figure finally emerged.

A woman, graceful, came quietly from a distance.

The woman's face is pure, and the corners of her mouth have a childlike smile.

In the center of his brow, there is a cluster of ice blue fire. In this mausoleum, it seems to be an immortal light in the dark.

She looked at the seventeen with a smile in her eyes.

All the seventeen people were shocked. Even if there was no sound, Qin Xuan seemed to feel the excitement of the seventeen people.

A woman, seventeen statues, should meet in the depths of the burial mausoleum.

The picture, at this moment, seems to freeze.

With this scene dissipated, Qin Xuan had a few complications in his heart.

The woman, I'm afraid she is the one he saw on the lotus of nine color emperor.

These 17 people should be the saints who were beheaded in the ears of the great emperor.

The middle-aged man, even if he was a saint, never recovered from his congenital blindness.

The consciousness returns, Qin Xuan turns back and looks at the sage without head.

”Then, why did the seventeen sages break their heads?”

”Why did the great emperor of the northern region kill you?”

Qin Xuan whispers softly. History is like a fog. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. Unless it's really in that period, who can know whether it's true or not.

There are too many legends in the mausoleum, but how to spread them and where they come from? How many people in the fairyland can know!?

Every time, the word ”kill the immortal” is buried in the tomb of the Qin emperor.

He was blind, but he was willing to pick the dust of the emperor for the woman, and he was willing to take the holy flower for the woman.

Even more willing for that woman, ask for the existence that even he wants to bow his head, draw a picture of this world.