However, a small part of the underground palace is buried by soil and rocks. It is not just that it is not good at excavation, but that the tomb is buried so deeply.

The underground palace is empty.

Many places seemed messy, which showed the panic when retreating. Except for these two people, there seemed to be no one else in the underground palace.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yang Yu walked slowly, his inner breath surging, enhancing the five senses.

This underground palace is still very well-built, with all kinds of facilities. At first glance, it is exactly the same as the palaces outside, but it just looks gloomy.

Corridors, screens, rockery...

Yang Yu walked slowly and buried something with him. Of course, he had been emptied. Perhaps he had been among the wealth of the Dajiao Gang that he had confiscated, or perhaps he had been sold to other places.

After walking for a long time, I didn't see anything rare.

Until you reach the main tomb.

This is a magnificent hall, and the courtyard is filled with stele trees full of Taoist writings. As Yang Yu looked at his Taoist patterns, he was already very skillful.

However, most of them are poems by some literati and poets, and many inscriptions that seem to portray martial arts are erased entirely.

"This is……"

Suddenly, Yang Yu stopped in front of a stone tablet.

The writing of Taoist script is not a martial arts, but more like a travelogue. Yang Yuben didn't care about it, and what attracted him was a signature.

The dragon and the phoenix danced, and the stone was three points. It was carved at some point, but it seemed to be without any loss.

【Three laughter, let’s visit here】

"Is it the Sanxiaosan man who wrote the theory of tide?"

Yang Yu's eyes condensed.

This Sanxiaosan Man is mentioned in many classics in the Liusanmen Case Room, but they are all vague.

Xu Wenji's Daoguo miscellaneous talks about him in a lot of space, and many of them even quoted from the words left by these Sanxiaosanren.

He looked at the stone tablet carefully.

Only then did he realize that this was not an ordinary travelogue. After reviewing it many times, Yang Yu reviewed it and savored the information hidden in it.

[Tides rise, all things live, tides fall, and all things sink. In ancient times, what disappeared may not only be legends, but also history...]

[...Who learned the martial arts from the Taoist fruit magic power? Lu Chen, Qin Emperor, Domineering Master? Or the Five Emperors and Three Emperors who have become older?]

[In ancient legends, does the cultivation of immortals and gods do not require the Tao fruit, or is it deliberately erased? The node of recovery may be far from here...]

[Dao Fruit is a rank diagram, and the term rank is very interesting. Does this mean that the Dao Fruit also has its own heights, just like the immortal god in myths and legends?

Does that mean that immortals and gods can also be promoted from low to high?]

[You cannot be born early, talk about the Tao with the immortals and gods, you cannot be born late, and sit and watch the tide rise. Is this fate? I am unwilling to...]

[……I went through Qingzhou and found a fruit called "Qingnu". Unfortunately, I was not satisfied with the conditions for practicing it, and I could not accept its ritual.

Three years of drought, thousands of miles away from the ground, how can I bear it? But my life is about to end, so I will seal it up. I hope no one in the future will find the "Green Girl"...]

[......It's enough to live for 199, but that's the upcoming node... I really want to see it...]

...

There are few records, not many information, and many are without beginning or end. It is more like essays written by someone casually. Yang Yu looked at it but didn't understand it.

There is not much information, but more regrets.

Through the handwriting, Yang Yu seemed to see an old man sighing sadly, regretting that he was born at the wrong time.

"The tide has risen for thousands of years..."

Yu Yang chewed in his heart about the received information.

The last trace of Sanxiaosanren was that at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Martial Saint could not survive for two hundred years, so naturally he could not survive until now.

only……

"What does the so-called recovery node mean?"

There are more and more doubts in my heart.

After digesting it for a while, Yang Yu walked into the palace.

The lights in the palace were bright, but the fire did not come from torches, but from a large iron pool with hot steam in the middle of the palace.

Next to the iron pool, there are a large number of metal iron blocks. There are more in the palace, which are thousands or tens of thousands of pounds.

In the iron pool, the smoke of gunpowder was rolling, and the boiling iron water was bubbling. In the middle, it was a semi-circular sphere the size of a water tank.

The moment I saw this orb, the Gluttony Cauldron jumped violently again.

"This iron ball is the 'big medicine' refined by the Dajiao Gang?"

After wandering around the iron pool, Yang Yu's eyelids twitched.

He was sure that this unknown sphere was a Xuan Yingzhu, an outrageous Xuan Yingzhu, but how could he do this?

How to eat it?

There are many traces beside the iron pool. It is obvious that the Dajiao Gang has tried all kinds of ways to take out the Xuanyingzhu.

“Huh?”

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Yu suddenly had a strange look:

"No wonder Yan Jingcheng said that touching this object would make people fatal, and he can survive if he exceeds the standard of heavy metal..."

The Gluttony Cauldron no longer moved, and its energy storage was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, faster than when he swallowed the golden beans!

Moreover, the closer you get to this iron pool, the faster it will be.

"Good baby, good baby..."

Looking at Xuan Yingzhu rolling in the iron, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Chapter completed!