Chapter 407: Summoning the God

The entire underground palace roared and trembled, and fine dust particles fell from the ceiling.

There seems to be some drastic change taking place in the underground palace.

"Is the tomb about to collapse?!"

Bai Jinghong lost his voice.

Everyone's expressions also changed for a moment.

This underground palace is so majestic that they don't know how deep they are underground at this time. If the underground palace collapses suddenly, it will be even more terrifying than the collapse of a mountain.

Being buried alive inside, even the powerful people in the Fifth Realm's outdoor scenes would shed their skin, let alone them.

"It shouldn't collapse."

Li Mo's face was solemn, but he still shook his head.

In the eyes of the God of Destiny, he had never seen anyone die due to the collapse of the underground palace.

Ying Bingdai frowned, and after pondering for a moment, she softly said:

"Someone triggered a kill on the chessboard."

Some people simply don't know the rules and regulations of this complicated underground palace. I'm afraid they wander aimlessly and naturally end up dead.

"There are many strong people who went to the grave. They triggered the killing situation, so naturally they will not just wait for death."

Tianmiao means.

Those people are using force to overcome skill.

If you can't understand the mystery of the underground palace, you simply start to use physics and forcefully break in. The latter may cost a lot of money and even have incalculable consequences.

"We need to speed up."

Li Mo and Ying Bing made eye contact, then looked at Tian Miao.

At least Jiang Yu had a Palm Xuan strongman and a patrolling guard behind him, and Tan Zhuyin had two Dharma Kings behind him. If he really wanted to go to the main tomb at any cost, it was hard to say who was faster.

Moreover, if the underground palace is destroyed to a certain extent, the original cracking method may fail.

"You want to leave?" Bai Jinghong asked hesitantly.

Li Mo nodded: "You just stay here and don't move around. This underground palace is safe. If we go further, I may not be able to take care of you."

"What if something happens and the city gate catches fire and the fish in the pond are affected..."

"..."

It was the first time for Hengyun Sanying to be a miscellaneous fish, and his expression was quite complicated.

But they also knew that what Li Mo said made sense, so they decided to stay where they were.

"You go, we can do it."

"Well, don't wander around. You must have read the story books. People who are extremely curious are often the first to receive lunch..."

Li Mo warned again, Bingtuozi had already screwed up the numbers on the portal.

The three figures disappeared into the darkness again.

The swordsmen who were still very strong just now suddenly felt that the surroundings were so quiet. In the dark and empty environment, it seemed that several tomb beasts would pop out from nowhere...

"We can..."

"Hiss, I suddenly feel so cold..."

The swordsmen silently became weak, helpless and pitiful in the darkness, trembling in the crumbling underground palace.

Who is not a child anymore...

...

Li Mo walked at the front to clear the way, and the three of them returned to the right path. As Bingtuozi opened the doors of the underground palace, they got closer and closer to the depths of the underground palace.

And the roaring sound of thunder always kept a distance from them, sometimes close and sometimes far away.

"Bingtuozi, how long will it take?"

Li Mo asked, but didn't hear a response for a long time.

But in front of the stone gate, he saw Ying Bing squatting there, his eyes slightly dazed, and he didn't know why he was distracted.

"Bingtuozi? Are you okay?"

Li Mo held her hand and called softly, a little worried.

"The situation in the underground palace has changed. I was just calculating the last step. It's okay."

Ying Bing pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.

She turned the numbers on the base to the correct position.

"It's open."

This time there was no sound of the underground palace shaking, only the heavy friction sound of the stone door.

The soft light of the clam beads illuminated the darkness ahead. This was a deep corridor. Looking at the traces on the stone wall, it was definitely dug manually.

Li Mo is the strongest physically and protects Ying Bing behind him.

"I'll go ahead, you follow me."

"Um."

The footsteps echoed.

There are also murals on this long corridor, and the content is more complete. The two paintings seen above are also included in it.

Or it can be said that it is the continuation of the above mural.

The follow-up content is that after the innate creatures were turned into totems by the power of all living beings, the various tribes of the human race began to conquer each other, and in the end the two largest ones were left.

One is painted in red, and the other is painted in black.

Behind both sides, there are huge figures standing, which are the Nine Heavens Immortals descending from the sky.

There are five immortals behind the black tribe, headed by the Nine Color Yuanhuang woman, and the remaining three include the Dream God.

There are four figures behind the white tribe, whose identities are unknown.

In the end, the black tribe won and the white tribe was absorbed.

The two tribes merged, and the woman transformed into the Nine Color Yuanhuang became a huge divine bird, sheltering the nine heavens and ten earths under her wings.

Another tall figure put on a crown and ascended the throne as emperor.

A kingdom emerged.

"The mysterious bird of destiny came down to give birth to Shang?"

After Li Mo finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar.

"So the founding emperor of Dashang was actually an immortal from the Nine Heavens?"

"Maybe." Tianmiao couldn't be sure about something so long ago.

"But we have to go faster."

The three of them continued walking along the corridor.

The murals behind seemed to record the succession of the Shang emperors, and the time was getting closer and closer to the day when this underground palace was built.

In addition to the paintings, some words began to appear on the walls of the corridor.

"The age of these words should be very old..."

Tian Miao frowned and looked at it for a moment, then shook his head.

Needless to say, Li Mo naturally didn't recognize any of them, as they were not Chinese characters anyway.

"This is a diary." Ying Bing suddenly said.

"Diary? Who would write that kind of thing..."

Li Mo was a little curious about what was written in this diary that had been written for thousands of years.

Ying Bing stared at the words on the wall, but read softly:

"Today is the 14th year since I presided over the construction of Yunmeng Palace, and the 82nd year since I became the leader of the Summoning God Sect."

"When building Yunmeng Palace, I initially thought that I should just follow the steps, but in the process, I found that I could use the Nine Deaths Chess Game to lay out the layout. That was the deadly game between Yunmeng Zushen and the sky."

"Even if Yunmeng Zushen really wakes up, He can't solve it..."

"I feel my changes more and more clearly. Every morning when I wake up, I feel more and more unfamiliar."

"This chess game is really difficult to arrange. You can't make a mistake in one step, otherwise you will fail."

"If I were still an immortal, I would just wave my hand..."

The handwriting here turned into graffiti, as if the writer was very shocked and flustered. Why did he suddenly have such an idea?

"Isn't he the leader? What does it mean to be an immortal?"

Li Mo was also confused.

The following handwriting became very depressed and restrained.

"I am Qin Yuzhi, the leader of the Summoning God Cult. I am building the Yunmeng Underground Palace..."

"I have to hurry, otherwise He will wake up from my body...from a dream to reality..."

"Then, my existence will be just a dream of His..."

"Am I still myself now? I can't tell, I really can't tell..."

The mural ends here, and the corridor is almost at the end.