National Games Forbidden Land: Obtain the strongest exploration system at the beginning

Although it has existed for thousands of years, you can still smell a faint woody fragrance.

He tried to reach out and push the door down, and with a creaking sound, the door was pushed open, leaving a crack large enough for the two of them to pass through.

The moment the door opened, a strange wind blew from behind the door, rolling up an indescribable smell.

Fortunately, he had some true dragon blood, and he was not affected much.

The whole hall is solemn and magnificent, the hanging beams are carved, the lamp slaves stand on both sides, and the flashlight looks deeper, and a few shadows like people can be seen faintly in the dark.

Ling Feng's heart sank, and he looked at it again.

Only then did I find that there were really many figures standing in the Hall of the Dead, I don't know if it was a statue or a dead person, they were facing the same direction at the moment.

Looking over, Ling Feng realized that in the deepest part of the Hall of the Dead, there was actually a figure sitting three high on the top.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, Ling Feng could recognize him at a glance as the King of Ten Thousand Slaves of the Eastern Xia Kingdom!

"What is this?".

Retracting his gaze, Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

The scene in the Hall of the Dead made him feel extremely strange, and countless thoughts flashed through his heart, but unfortunately there was no certainty.

"Ling Feng, have you made any new discoveries?".

Seeing his strange look, Shen Jiang couldn't help but ask

, "It's very strange inside, it's probably another dangerous place!"

Ling Feng nodded, and briefly explained everything he saw, especially the figure of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

Hearing him say this, the black blind man secretly pondered

, and instead of choosing to enter directly, he beckoned the guy to throw some cold fireworks into the way to explore.

When the dim light came on, they found that in the depths of the hall, the figures maintained a strange posture.

Although they were dead creatures, Ling Feng always felt that they were more like the living dead.

"Is this a sacrifice?"

Ling Feng frowned slightly as he retracted his gaze.

The scene in the Hall of the Dead made him feel extremely strange, and countless thoughts flashed through his heart, but unfortunately there was no certainty.

The King of Wannu, who was sitting above, had his eyes closed, and his hands made a very strange gesture, pointing above his head.

Judging from this action, it really looks like a mysterious religious sacrifice ritual.

"Worship the Immortal Heaven, isn't it, Ling Feng, the Immortal Heaven we saw before looked like an iron rod, and we haven't seen it now. Shen

Jiang took a closer look, but he didn't find the altar, and most importantly, he didn't find the figure

of the Immortal Heaven in the Hall of the Dead" Perhaps, the King of Wannu had already integrated himself into the Immortal Heaven and completely deified himself... He is the Immortal Heaven.

Ling Feng's voice rang out.

From the very beginning when he saw this magnificent complex on the cliffs, he was guessing.

It is rumored that the Heavenly Palace was built by the last generation of Wannu King of Eastern Xia, and at that time the Eastern Xia Dynasty was on the verge of dissipation.

Compared to other dynasties, it is absolutely difficult to control the people in this situation.

But why can the King of Wannu still devote all his strength to

build such an imperial mausoleum under the snow-capped mountain.

There is only one explanation.

That is, the King of Wannu will be completely deified, and in the hearts of ordinary people, he is equivalent to the immortal heaven that he has believed in all his life.

Only in this way can he mobilize countless people to build a heavenly palace for him under the withering of national power.

"The King of Ten Thousand Slaves is the Immortal Heaven?".

Shen Jiang looked surprised, obviously a little incredulous.

Although it is rumored that the King of Ten Thousand Slaves is a youkai who crawled out of the ground, it is as long as a stick, so it is too much.

"This is just a guess on my part!" Ling

Feng shook his head.

In fact, he has already determined in his heart that his guess is definitely close to

the truth.

While the two were talking, Zhang Qiling, who had been silent, suddenly threw out a few iron bullets, broke through the night, and hit one of the figures fiercely.

There were a few snaps, and the figure fell in response.

Immediately, a series of breaking sounds suddenly sounded

, and at least four or five powerful crossbows were triggered in the darkness, and arrows were shot like rain.

"There's a mechanism!".

"Wang Zanghai, that villain actually set up a strong crossbow arrow array.

This scene came too suddenly, until the arrow broke through the ground, everyone reacted, Long Aotian consciously scolded a few words, and the rest of the guys also looked at each other.

"I'm afraid this road won't work.

Zhang Qiling looked at the hall of death for a long time, and finally shook his head and said.

A strong crossbow arrow array of this magnitude is comparable to the existence of a meat grinder.

No matter how strong you are, you can't dodge it, unless you bypass this road, and there will not be enough lives to fill it in.

"Then how do we fix it, there seems to be no other way here.

Long Aotian was startled and asked subconsciously.

"Look for it first, but it really can't be done, so I can only break a thief hole and force it through. "

Unless it is a last resort, such a method cannot be used easily.

In a building like the Imperial Tomb, iron slurry will inevitably be sealed inside the walls, and even if there is explosives, it will be difficult to break through for a while.

"Long Aotian, lead people to find a way. Retracting

his gaze from the Hall of the Dead, Ling Feng looked at Long Aotian on the side.

The latter nodded, and Ye Cheng each brought a few guys and set off at two ends.

After the group left, there were only thirteen men left in the same place, including Ling Feng, and several familiar faces were missing from them.

After thinking about it, Ling Feng stood in front of the crack in the door and looked at it again by the light of the cold fireworks.

At this moment, the strong crossbow arrow array had stopped firing, and the hall of the dead was full of arrows, and the thick stone slabs were lifted, and many of the figures standing in it also fell to the ground, and the whole was pierced like a hedgehog.

Suddenly, Ling Feng's gaze froze.

As the light of the flashlight shone across the ground, he saw a pool of flowing blood, converging at an eerie speed.

The direction is the first place of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves!

Grass, Ling scolded in a low voice, this scene was weird and terrifying

, and the blood flowing from those figures became more and more, and gradually, it condensed into a large mass, constantly wriggling, like a disgusting earthworm.

Soon it flowed to the feet of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

Along the seat, it melted into his body.

At a certain moment, Ling Feng even felt that the eyes of the figure in the seat seemed to open such a gap, revealing a cold light that made people's hearts palpitate.

"Really?".

"No, shouldn't the real body of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves be in the coffin of the Nine Dragons?"

"Who is this person in front of you?"

Ling Feng's heart was rolling like a tide, and countless thoughts instantly filled the depths of his mind.

He suddenly had a bold guess that the scene in front of him might not be a sacrifice to the heavens, but an awakening witchcraft ritual.

The Temple of the Dead is a trap.

Lure them into the intruders, shoot them, and fall victim to the Blood Sacrifice.

And the figure of the King of Wannu here will be connected with the King of Wannu in the coffin, and the result of the blood sacrifice is to forcibly renew his life.

It's like the iron face in the jade figurines, which molt every few hundred years.