Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter Chapter 50

Chapter 50 The Holy Fire Order Reappears

 The former Eastern Wasteland has become a relic and has lost the basis for the continuation of civilization.

The war boat passed through the cave passage and descended into the vast and lonely sky.

Shen Changqing stood on the deck, looking at the completely exhausted aura of heaven and earth, and a sense of vicissitudes of life emerged in his heart.

Zun Zunshi, the Sixth Elder, Lu Chenyu, and the hundred thousand members of the demon sect who attacked Taixuanmen back then have all become dead souls and have no longer returned to the world.

“Hey, is this the fluctuation of the Holy Fire Order?”

Shen Changqing looked into the distance with a strange look in his eyes.

While practicing the three magic arts of the Holy Fire Order, he was keenly aware of the weak fluctuations of the Holy Fire Order back then.

 But this direction is not actually the Mandrill Cliff ruins.

 Has the Holy Fire Order been lost?

At this time, the voice of Chen Xiangyang, the leader of the Heroic Spirit Guild, was heard on the deck, and hundreds of talented spiritual masters from the provincial capital stopped.

“Everyone, according to Qin Tianjian's survey of the Eastern Wasteland, the area is about ten times the size of our provincial capital. This is a C2 level communication tool. You must bring it with you and do not lose it.”

“Otherwise, once you encounter danger in the Eastern Wasteland or enter an unknown place, it will be difficult for me to detect you.”

Chen Xiangyang distributed the communication tools to everyone in the provincial capital, and soon there were spirit masters carrying floating vehicles, leaving the war boats one after another, and dispersed in Donghuang to search for treasures.

“Dad, where are we going?” Shen Miaoke asked.

"Let's get my things back first." Shen Changqing's heart was filled with ripples.

Following the weak fluctuations from the Holy Fire Order, he took his daughter on the floating car and rushed to a distant direction.

The land of Eastern Wasteland that I once remembered has undergone changes in mountains and rivers, and various familiar scenes have long since changed over the years.

 In the floating car, Shen Miaoke was playing with the big screen.

“We are the 140th batch to enter the ruins of the Eastern Wasteland. The war ships from some provincial cities in Daxia are even a week ahead of ours. They have already found many ancient treasures.”

 As Shen Miaoke said, a large amount of information was displayed on the big screen.

 Some spiritual masters from relatively poor families, in desperate need of money, placed their harvest from the Eastern Wasteland treasure hunt on the Heroic Spirit Media Exchange.

Judging from the contents of the new transactions on the exchange, there are many ancient weapons buried in the East Wasteland, and there are even incomplete cultivation techniques.

 The price is very expensive, basically around 200,000 yuan.

The amount here seems to be quite large, but in fact, purchasing a high-level medium from three thousand years ago may cost 450,000. It is not certain whether a heroic spirit can be contracted.

 Assuming that the owner of the medium died early and was relatively weak, it is normal for him to be rated as a noble.

 According to the usual probability, thousands of high-level media have the chance to contract a heroic spirit.

How can a spiritual master from an ordinary family afford such a huge consumption of financial resources? For them, if they can contract a hero, they will win a big prize.

 So in most cases, the main body of the exchange also has many forces at work.

“Zixia Qi Controlling Kung Fu...Dad, isn't this the breathing and breathing technique you taught me?”

Shen Miaoke suddenly exclaimed as she found a familiar name of a skill on the exchange.

 But it seems that the digger did not know the value of Zixia Qigong, so he only listed the price at 20,000.

“Normally, Chen Lingfeng, the leader of Taixuan Sect, deceived Lu Chenyu and lost many secret books. Others may have copied them.”

Shen Changqing was not surprised and continued to lead Shen Miaoke towards the direction of the Holy Fire Order.

 According to this trend, I'm afraid there are still many things that will appear on the exchange.

 He doesn't care who takes other things. This is the only thing that cannot be done with the Holy Fire Order.

  After all, the Holy Fire Order is the supreme holy object of the Black Lotus Demon Sect, and controls the lifeblood of the left and right envoys, the four guardians including the six elders, and even the 100,000 members of the cult.

 Half a day later, Shen Changqing saw the dim sky ahead.

There is a haze, a depressing atmosphere in all directions, and faint thunder.

This is an imperial mausoleum from a thousand years ago, but Shen Changqing smelled an aura that did not belong to Donghuang at all.

How could an emperor from the outside world be buried here?

Shen Changqing narrowed his eyes and took Shen Miaoke out of the floating car.

 Inside the imperial mausoleum.

 There is a unique cave, and the overall structure is like a small world of its own.

There is a formation on the dome, and the huge hole is like a volcano crater.

 Under this basin, there are powerful ancient palaces, which stretch out and are very majestic.

There are a large number of Wang family members from Xingzhou who are carefully digging for palace treasures, and some forces from other Xingzhou are also mining.

“The tomb of King Meng 1,500 years ago, the eternal emperor of the Northern Plains. In that era, he expanded his territory, swept across the three surrounding lands, conquered countless people, and harvested countless treasures.”

“Everyone thought that his imperial mausoleum would be buried in Beiyuan, but they didn't expect it to be here. If we can find the location of the main tomb, we can even contract out King Meng of Beiyuan.”

An old man with white hair in the Wang family was very excited. He looked at the large number of magnificent palaces and expressed deep emotion.

 Beside him was a middle-aged man, who was somewhat similar to Wang Yue, but older.

“Does my third brother know this place?”

The white-haired old man responded respectfully: "Second Master, don't worry, I have received news that they have just entered the ruins of the Eastern Wasteland. The discovery of King Meng's tomb should not be known so soon."

After finishing his words, Wang Jianshan nodded slightly.

 He glanced at the other forces in the Star Continent with a bad look.

  It is really uncomfortable to be given away a lot of treasures.

The Mongolian King of the Northern Plains was an absolute eternal emperor at that time. He personally led an army across the surrounding lands and conquered one dynasty after another, leaving an eternal legend.

It is said that he had countless beauties in his harem. Everywhere he went, he would kill and surrender, and when he saw a beautiful woman, he would immediately take possession of her.

Moreover, in the name of tyranny, he has many descendants, all of his military commanders possess unique skills, and he is also a strong martial artist.

After his death, an underground mausoleum was built, and all the beauties were buried with him. The rare objects from all over the world, including the treasures handed down from ancient times, and the secret books of peerless magical powers are also here.

 He almost single-handedly cut off the inheritance of several nearby lands.

Kitahara Mengwang took selfishness to the extreme and was a nightmare for countless people in that era.

In this underground mausoleum, even in a small side hall, you can even find treasures from the ancient martial arts era three thousand years ago.

Such a person, an emperor through the ages, is simply the life Wang Jianshan has dreamed of.

"We must contract King Meng of Beiyuan as soon as possible before the third brother discovers this place." Wang Jianshan said in a deep voice.

“Understand, our people are looking for the main tomb, and the results should be available soon. Among the thirty geniuses brought this time, some of them will definitely live up to expectations.”

The white-haired old man was quite excited. In his mind, King Beiyuan Meng was also extremely tall.

 (End of this chapter)

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