In the end, Zhu Xiaoshan was responsible for refining the qi of Mingliang without dispelling it, and Lin Qichen used the Kanyu magic technique to preliminarily explore the inner hall, of course, he had to condense the qi of Mingliang when he had time.

Luo was also pulled by Zhu Xiaoshan to contribute, and Little Rose shrank in front of Lin Qichen's chest to help Lin Qichen palm, at this time, everyone was in the same boat, and naturally they had to make a difference.

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Lin Qichen contracted the order to re-transform into a small moon, and led a few people to the front of the coffin.

A total of ten small statues of gods are surrounded by the coffin bed, but there are three statues of gods crowded around the coffin in a large circle, from left to right: one is a strange beast with only three spider legs on both sides, one is a four-legged beast with a frog's mouth and hard scales, and the last one is a green and faint stone, with a narrow slit in the middle of the top, like an eye with drooping eyelids, from which a faint silver glow flows.

Lin Qichen drew a cross in front of him, and outlined many dotted lines around the two hands of the cross, which were zigzag like worms.

"Is this Kanyu?" asked Little Rose in a low voice.

Lin Qichen said: "My little bit of Taoism is insignificant here, but it is possible to use this complete burial style to reverse the method of burial rod used in the original burial, and even use this as a guide to find the real main cave." ”

Little Rose nodded and hesitated: "If these funeral rites are fake on the surface, won't we be deceived?"

Lin Qichen flicked her forehead: "Can you think of it?"

The main thing about a fake burial is that the surface is impeccable, and there must be many misleading and pitfalls.

Although I can't arrange a divine burial with this kind of half-tone, I can still distinguish one or two from the divergent path in the fake burial, and as long as I find a small misunderstanding when I work backwards, the fake burial will have nothing to hide. ”

Little Rose whined and whispered in Lin Qichen's ear: "We entered the ancestral tomb of Jichuan, although there is no monument here, it is also a place related to the ancestral tomb." Don't say you haven't thought about it, this is also very likely to be the resting place of some old god ancestor who is more ancient than ancient times. In this kind of place, it is difficult to see through even fake burials. ”

"You are right, and the most likely outcome is that there is no distinction between truth and falsehood.

If that's the case, we can first seal the entire inner hall with the master's order, cut off the connection between this burial style and the outside, and make it difficult for it to scream alone, and then use the Ming Liang Qi condensed by the hill to prevent unforeseen needs, and concentrate on pushing out the pattern of the burial style on the surface.

There will definitely be some valuable clues exposed, which is a good thing for us. ”

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More than half a day later, Lin Qichen saw a funeral map drawn with many rune roots.

This map can only be said to be extremely crude, but because of the roots of the runes, hundreds of changes can appear in the blink of an eye, which saves Lin Qichen a lot of energy.

And as Little Rose said, even if it is a fake burial with a fictitious method of setting up a hole and inverting a cane in the method of public opinion, Lin Qichen can't find a little omission, and it is impossible to determine the authenticity of the funeral, and even many of the inflection points are still unknown fields to Lin Qichen.

The art of Kanyu is broad and profound, and this actual combat is less than a day, and it can also be worth a few years of ordinary enlightenment.

"Lin Qichen, what are you saying about painting so many eyes on the wall?" asked Little Rose boredly.

"Fake burial!"

Lin Qichen stared at the map and screamed a little, and the next moment they were pushed out by a thin silver glow, and the red and yellow Feiliu under their feet no longer knew what night it was.

"Stop!" Little Rose jumped and screamed as she pointed to the route on the map, "Quick!"

I saw that the thickest main line in the map was like a full silver light filled with mercury, and it quickly spread to other parts that were not lit, and the whole trend was comparable to the castration under their feet!

"Seal!!" The surrounding light stopped, and Lin Qichen's palm revealed a stone-colored stone surface.

If the trend is consistent with the map he draws, you don't need to look at Lin Qichen to know where it is now.

This should be the largest ancient road between those ancient temples on the top of Yellowstone Mountain opposite Baitu Ridge.

"It's an old way. Little Rose was terrified.

Just now he was facing a coffin bed and coffin, but now he was inexplicably transferred here. A few times in a row, they were just about to succeed, but they were suddenly disturbed, as if there was an invisible big hand behind them to prevent their prying eyes.

Lin Qichen stopped the little rose who wanted to wake up Zhu Xiaoshan, it turned out that the white soil ridge was already in the distance opposite, and the door of the palace was closed and it was not worth exploring again.

Right now, they are in the middle of the middle and lower sections of the ancient road, and the ancient road is going upward, and the palace buildings and palaces on both sides are one layer at a time higher than one layer. The ancient road is like the main pole of a sacred tree, branching out to the left and right, connecting all the high walls and towers one by one.

"How did you decide on a fake burial?" asked Little Rose in a whisper.

Lin Qichen said: "Fu Gen." ”