This is a secret fold left by the second King of Hell, and it is printed under the second generation of forbidden art module!

One man and one dog looked at each other, and Qin Ye pondered for a few seconds and said, "Is this the key left by the second generation of Hell? The key to open a certain place?"

"The Confucians learned this news and stole this secret copy? What they actually wanted...is probably this key? And the Yin Fu module of the second-generation forbidden technique was just an unexpected surprise?"

There are too many doubts, and now I can only rely on guessing. Diting pondered for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Then how do you explain? This 'key' is drawn under the second-generation forbidden technique?"

There is no explanation.

Qin Ye shook his head and grabbed the void. The half-scroll that had been torn off in the Black Mamba underworld appeared in the air. He carefully aligned the lines on the door lock. The next second, the scroll spontaneously ignited without wind, turning into black ashes and floating all over the sky.

"Is this?" He looked at the scene in shock. Di Ting narrowed his eyes slightly: "The power of the King of Hell... There is a trace of power of the second generation of King of Hell on it. Only it can open this door."

Qin Ye opened his mouth slightly and whispered softly.

Is it really Temujin's tomb?

Otherwise... why is the Ghost King seal on the outside, and the inner layer is the King of Hell personally sealed?

But...even if Temujin is, what virtue can he be so favored?

Both founding emperors were founding emperors, but they had built the largest territory in history. However, Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Shihuang of Qin may not have such honors?

After... During the Yuan Dynasty, Chinese people were massacred for 65 million. Why did he get such favor for this big mistake?

If you can't figure it out... then don't think about it. After the scroll turned into ashes, what is left is the traces of the six-petal lotus, which are firmly embedded in the door lock. In an instant, a trace of golden traces spread along the door lock, slowly wrapping around the huge relief of the immortal world on the door.

A mechanical sound rang behind the door, and then... Kakakaka, and there were endless sounds of mechanical sounds. The heavy door finally opened with a loud bang.

All puzzles are inside.

Qin Ye took a deep breath and walked in solemnly.

I suddenly realized that behind the gate was a huge space of about 100 meters. It was probably fifty meters high. Countless pale prayer flags were hung. At this moment, the air brushes brought up as the gate opened were raised, as if we were welcoming visitors a thousand years later. It was like an empty dead country, and it stretched out countless welcome arms to the visitors.

At the center is a statue of immortality. Unlike what Qin Ye saw in the air before, this statue has three heads and six arms, holding a Dharma wheel, human bones, flutes, prayer flags, lotus flowers, and prayer drums. It has a kind face and is lifelike.

It is about twenty meters tall, with a green body all over. Its eyes are red and blue. It is in the center, and the bottom is holding the dantian with both hands, holding a two and a half meters wooden coffin.

"Emerald..." Qin Ye gently stroked the statue and murmured: "Although the variety is not the best, it is the whole body, and its value is no less than any top-level jade. And there are very few impurities. This is not an emperor who cannot enjoy this honor."

"The eyes are the best red sapphire, pigeon blood red, Vivid Red. The blue one is called 'cornflower blue' or 'royal blue'..."

"Wait..." Di Ting looked "You're afraid you're not bluffing me": "No...how do you know so much?"

Qin Ye's face was deep: "I used to work in Chow Tai Fook... You will never understand what it feels like to live in the East China Sea with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan... Oh, it happened ten years ago."

Di Ting Shut up wisely.

I always feel like a treasure boy... I know a little bit of everything... I always feel that if I continue to dig, I will have some strange professions, such as Cowherd, Mannequin, Public Boyfriend, etc....

Tsk tsk tsk... You are too beautiful and dare not look directly at...

"The job of King of Hell saves you from the bottom of collapse." It took a long time before it spoke with certainty.

"Haha... Dad is the King of Hell who understands people's livelihood the most among the three generations! He understands the first two?"

"I don't like to listen to this... Isn't the people's livelihood in the previous few people good?"

"Bah! They know how many cents a pound of vinegar is?! They know the pain of rising prices?! They know the feeling of garlic from two to nine yuan! They know what brand to choose to grab salt when the Japanese nuclear power plant explodes?!" Qin Ye instantly turned into a puffer fish and exploded at a glance. He gritted his teeth and sprayed it with a faint voice: "No, they don't know. Because... I can't imagine the happiness of rich people!"

Taking a deep breath, he did not intend to continue the topic of reminiscing about pain. He looked around and the room was still made of obsidian. But the difference was that there was no fire dragon here, but it was as bright as daytime.

"Embed the night pearls into the wall, such a large space, at least tens of thousands of inlays... What a big deal..." He sighed and turned his eyes to the coffin.

The coffin is not a rectangular style in China, but is like a human figure. The front is carefully carved with countless patterns. When you look closely, most of them are reliefs of cavalry wars. The entire coffin is sealed with golden belts, and red and sapphires are inlaid in turn.

Not to mention the preciousness of golden nanmu, this belt alone is of extraordinary value. And I don’t know what has been done about this tomb, but even the nanmu and gold have not decayed.

All the puzzles were here... Both of them were cautiously not approaching. Di Ting blew a lightly, and the belt slid down from the coffin like a vine.

Kaz…the coffin lid slowly opened. The two of them stared at it. However, after it was opened, they both gasped.

"This is..." Qin Ye looked at it in disbelief. At this moment, he felt that there was too little language to organize. Di Ting was also dumbfounded, with his mouth wide open, and he couldn't believe it at all.

"How is this... possible?"

There was no one in the coffin.

Like Mongolian customs, a groove was dug out to put into the dead. But in the groove... there was a sword.

A heavy sword.

Qin Ye has seen it, Di Ting has also seen it. This is... the second-generation forbidden technique startup module!

"Second generation forbidden art?" Qin Ye looked at Di Ting, his mind buzzing.

"It seems..." Di Ting's voice trembled. If the second-generation forbidden technique had been done, then... the road below the underworld of China would be much easier to walk!

It rushed to the coffin quickly and looked carefully. After a long time, it felt relieved and shook its head as if it was a little disappointed: "No."

Before he could say it, Qin Ye had rubbed his eyes and spoke: "Is it the second-generation forbidden technique to start the startup module? Not a complete forbidden technique?"

Just now, he took a look. The door of the Yin Talisman suddenly opened in front of him, as if he had entered the Yin Talisman universe. Runes were the thousands of stars in the universe. The violent impact made his brain rush and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Any Yin Talisman is like a mountain that has never been exposed to Yin Talismanship.

So many...so complicated Yin Talismans... This is definitely a component of the second-generation forbidden technique!

"This is impossible..." The surroundings were silent. After a long time, Di Ting suddenly stepped back a few steps and looked around with rapid breathing: "Impossible... The second-generation forbidden technique is just a conception. Who made it? Why put it here?"

"Of course, it is the second generation of Hell." Qin Ye calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief: "Maybe the second generation of forbidden art is not difficult for him, so the secret note he left behind can also be explained clearly. The second generation of forbidden art and the key to opening the door... I'm afraid that this is what Confucianism wants!"

"But this is unscientific!" Di Tingmao stood up: "The activation module of the second-generation forbidden technique... only exists in theory! Even if you make such a thing, how could there be no guardian!"

"And, this is definitely not a method to seal the second generation of forbidden arts. This is obviously a tomb! Whose tomb is this? The tomb of forbidden arts? This is ridiculous!"

Qin Ye frowned and began to look around the coffin. Soon, he waved to Di Ting, pointed to the head of the coffin and said, "The answer is here."

On the head of the coffin, there are a line of vermilion-shaped characters engraved.

Yuan Taizu, Emperor Shengwu, Temujin.

"It's Temujin's tomb?" Di Ting looked around in shock: "In China... we are in China now! Temujin's tomb is really in China! But... where is his body?"

"Where is his soul?"

The tomb is just an empty shell.

They don’t care about the treasures in the world, they only want the soul in the world, but now the soul is gone!

"Will this really be a forbidden art tomb?" Di Ting proposed a sci-fi concept.

"No." Qin Ye stood next to the coffin and gently stroked the coffin: "This is the tomb of Tiemuzhen."

"Otherwise, there will be no human-shaped grooves in it. Instead, heavy sword grooves should be left."

There are too many fogs. There are clues everywhere, and the flowers are gradually fascinating, but I don’t know where to start.

At least, it is impossible to figure it out just by the two of them.

"Go back first." Di Ting calmed down and sighed: "No matter what, it is always good to have a startup module with forbidden techniques. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Now I have skipped the beginning program. Forbidden techniques... you can start it as appropriate."

It looked at Qin Ye solemnly: "This is the foundation of the four permanent members of the country. In any case, it must be done within a hundred years."

Qin Ye nodded and picked up the heavy sword. What's strange is that although this sword is nearly two meters long, it is as light as a feather in his hand.

"Remember, never input yin energy." Di Ting suppressed excitement and said in a deep voice: "Once the yin energy is penetrated, its weight is enough to instantly press you into a meat pie."

"Can you put it away?"

"No...do you think I'm Doraemon?!"

"...That's really a pity..." Qin Ye fought against the heavy sword on his back. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes suddenly lit up. Then he took a breath of cold air, and a sudden sense of enlightenment rushed from his feet to his head, staring at the coffin.

"What's wrong with you?" Di Ting looked at him unexpectedly, jumped onto his shoulders, and as soon as he looked at the coffin, he took a deep breath, and a golden ghost fire suddenly ignited in his eyes, and it was uncertain that it was clear!

Below the heavy sword, there is a line of words.

It is written in Yin Qi, and I don’t know how long it has been, but it still has not dissipated.
Chapter completed!