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The bronze door was covered with dust and dirt. The moment the door opened, the dust fell like snowflakes, all of which fell on Xiao Chen.
Behind the back, Ao Jiao¡¯s pretty little face was filled with surprise, her bright eyes were convulsing, and she said incoherently: ¡°You you why did you push it away?¡±
There was a gap in the door, but it was not fully opened. Xiao Chen looked through the gap and found that there were lights flickering, and it was not completely dark inside.
As for the problem of Aojiao, he couldn't figure it out. Seeing this door, Xiao Chen felt as if he had returned to his own home.
¡°I opened the door naturally, never thinking about not being able to go in. Isn¡¯t it true that I¡¯m not allowed to go in at my own home?
With a hard push, the two bronze doors were all opened, and the scene on the first floor of the Qinglong Palace came into view.
There is an oil lamp on the surrounding walls. The wick is made of unknown materials. It has been burning for thousands of years and has still not been extinguished.
The door opened, and the wind came from outside, causing the lights to sway constantly, and the flickering light of the fire made this ancient hall look even more mysterious.
The walls were dark yellow, with some murals carved on them. They were far away, and Xiao Chen couldn't see clearly what they were painted on.
On the wall facing him, there was a painting hanging. On the painting, there was a tall man in Tsing Yi, and the background was blank.
The man in green clothes wears a sword on his waist, and his right hand is on the handle of the sword, but his appearance is not clear.
Under the portrait, there is a wooden table with a brocade box on it, and I don¡¯t know what it contains.
Everything in the main hall exudes a mysterious atmosphere, making people afraid to move rashly.
Looking down, an extremely complicated formation was engraved on the floor of the palace with golden blood. A faint imperial power emanated from it, making people feel short of breath.
Xiao Chen quickly activated the trace of the emperor's bloodline and felt a little better. He continued to look and saw a radiant transparent crystal stone inlaid in the center of the formation.
Everything here seemed familiar, and all the scenes made Xiao Chen feel in a trance. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the portrait, and he couldn't help but move forward, wanting to have a clear look.
Who is the person in the painting?
"Don't go in yet."
When Xiao Chen raised his feet and was about to step in, Xiao Chen was stopped by Aojiao, and he became a little more awake. This was the Qinglong Palace that even the Thunder Emperor could stop, how could he enter so casually.
Aojiao pulled Xiao Chen back, and then closed the two bronze doors with a snap.
Xiao Chen asked strangely: "What do you want to do?"
Ao Jiao's eyes were a little depressed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe it. This door can be opened casually. Back then, the Thunder Emperor used the Li Zi Jue to kill even the tenth level monster with one blow. .¡±
She pulled Xiao Chen back a few steps, then stood up and leaped forward, bursts of brilliance appeared on her jade hands, powerful true energy gathered in her palms, and stamped on the giant bronze door with a bang.
A huge muffled sound sounded, and the bronze door remained motionless. The huge power was like a stone sinking into the ocean without making a single ripple.
Bang bang bang!
Aojiao used a few more palms to seal them one after another, and saw that the bronze door remained motionless.
Then he stopped with satisfaction, a sly look flashed in his eyes, curled his lips and smiled: "Hee hee, this is right, useless master, you go and try again."
Xiao Chen opened his mouth slightly, a little speechless, what if it really couldn't be opened, Aojiao stopped him, it turned out to be just for this matter.
But he believed that the door would still be opened for him without any surprises.
Stepping forward, Xiao Chen's palm gently touched the bronze door, and it seemed that there was no change.
But in the Qinglong Palace, the core formation connected to the ground, waves of light flowed, brilliance surged, and some kind of confirmation was quickly made.
Xiao Chen pushed gently, and the door of the main hall creaked and was easily opened again without any obstruction.
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Ao Jiao raised her little mouth slightly and muttered: "Who cares?"
Having said that, she walked in quickly, her bright and lovely eyes curiously looking at everything around her.
She obviously has a strong interest in this place, and she doesn¡¯t care as much as she said.
Xiao Chen smiled slightly, walked through the large formation painted with golden emperor blood on the ground, came to the portrait, and looked at it attentively.
The robe worn by the man in green shows off eighteen circling blue dragons. Each blue dragon is lifelike, as lifelike as a living creature. You can even see them swimming on the clothes.
There are faint bursts of light on the Qinglong robe. If you look carefully, there seems to be a boundless vision in your mind that is radiant and stretches for thousands of miles.
This Azure Dragon Robe is definitely a supreme secret treasure, surpassing the top-grade secret treasures and the best secret treasures. Xiao Chen doesn't know the specific level.
But what really made Xiao Chen unable to take his eyes away was the posture of the man in green in the portrait, holding a long sword.
As a swordsman, Xiao Chen immediately noticed that there was something fishy about this simple gesture of holding the sword.
So in my mind, I quickly simulated the direction of the man in Tsing Yi's sword. Where will the sword in the sheath come from, and how should I resist it?
Whoops!
As soon as the calculation was completed, Xiao Chen felt a blade of light flying towards him. The person in the painting actually came to life, and the sword was drawn from an angle that he never expected!
The light of the sword flashed, and Xiao Chen's eyes were shocked. Before he could shout, he felt his head being chopped off by a sword and thrown up high.
Bang bang bang!
Xiao Chen took three steps back, spoke with a horrified expression, and touched his neck. There was no wound, no blood, the head was still there, he was not dead.
Looking forward, the person in the painting is as elegant as a fairy and does not move at all.
"Could it be that I was dazzled, but the feeling was so real, Xiao Chen couldn't figure it out. At that moment, he really thought he was dead.
That kind of panic cannot be described in words. Even at the moment before death, he thought of many things, and everything was vivid in his mind.
Aojiao, who was studying the formations on the ground, raised her head and said doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
Xiao Chen responded awkwardly. Naturally, he couldn't say that he was frightened by a painting.
After thinking for a moment, he quickly stepped forward, took down the scroll without hesitation, rolled it up, put it away, and put it into the Qiankun Ring.
There is definitely a universe within this painting, and it contains infinite mysteries. The person in the painting has great supernatural powers and must have a great background.
"Hey, why are you keeping a painting of a dead person as a treasure?" Ao Jiao watched Xiao Chen's actions and couldn't help but complain.
Emperors have a lifespan of a thousand years, and kings and emperors can live for more than five thousand years.
Xiao Chen didn¡¯t think that this person must be dead. He also had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy with this person. He replied: "Who says he is dead? Maybe this senior is adventuring in the starry sky or the devil world."
"That's the Qing Emperor of Longmen. He's been dead for more than 10,000 years. It's not a painting of a dead man."
He is the Qing Emperor. Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, a little speechless. He wanted to take out the portrait and take a closer look, but he was afraid of that weird scene.
Ao Jiao smiled and said: "Hehe, although the Qing Emperor is the most powerful king in ancient times, sweeping across Kunlun and shocking the Eighteen Demon Realms, he has been dead for ten thousand years, so there is no need to scare you like this."
"Come and take a look at this, this is the really scary thing." Aojiao greeted Xiao Chen and came to the center of the hall, next to the large formation carved with golden emperor blood.
Xiao Chen walked over and took a look, and was extremely shocked. As soon as he entered, he discovered the extraordinary features of this formation. That golden blood is definitely the blood of Emperor Wu, otherwise he would never have such majesty.
The emperor's physical body has been separated from the mortal body. Their blood, bones, and every part of the body are supreme magic treasures.
?? Especially blood, which already contains the original power of the soul. As long as the emperor's blood is not exhausted, he can be reborn with blood and kill him.
This formation is actually painted entirely with the emperor's blood. One can imagine how powerful the formation is and how earth-shattering the items it seals are. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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