Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1809: Emperor Temple

Are only members of the tribute group eligible to enter?

Lin Beichen glanced at Wu Shanglong.

The latter looked up at the top of the corridor, pretending that he was also a member of the tribute group without making a sound.

Lin Beichen thought for a while and asked, "If you are not a member of the tribute group, what will happen if you enter the hall on the last floor?"

Li Chenyuan was not at all surprised by Lin Beichen's question.

A fool can tell that this is asking for Wu Shanglong.

Otherwise, he himself is a member of the tribute group, so why bother.

The new ancestor general of the Forbidden Army who led the team said: "I don't know, because we have never entered, it has been many years, and we have not seen His Majesty."

Lin Beichen thought for a while, then winked at Wu Shanglong.

Who knows that the latter is a **** who eats weights-he is determined and ignores it at all.

"If you can see His Majesty..."

The imperial guard who led the team wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips. For some reason, he did not finish the rest of the sentence, but gave a military salute to everyone, then turned and left.

In the corridor, the light is dim.

Everyone was very excited.

It was as if they had traveled through countless worlds along the way, and their minds had been tempered to be extremely tenacious. At this time, they all looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and encouraged each other.

Li Chenyuan, a young man in white, took the key and came to the stone gate at the end of the corridor.

Everyone followed closely behind him, holding their breath.

The last layer.

According to the legend, the place where the emperor of the human race lived.

The sacred place of the human race.

It is also the supreme holy place of the entire prehistoric universe.

For 50,000 years, the owner of this holy place, Megatron Xinghe, has been like a divine mansion high above, looking down on all the creatures between the Xinghe, even ancestor-level existences have to crawl under his feet.

And now, they are going to meet this great being.

Boom.

The door opens slowly.

Golden warm light poured from the crack of the door into the corridor like flowing water.

Li Chenyuan, who was bathed in the golden light, exuded a sacred aura all over his body.

He walked in slowly.

The fanatics followed.

Lin Beichen hesitated a little, but also took a step forward.

While walking, he looked at Wu Shanglong and said, "You really don't think about it anymore? You are not a member of the tribute group. If you enter it, it will be dangerous..."

"Even if it is death, I am willing."

Wu Shanglong raised his green trouser belt and said: "I have heard about the miracles of His Majesty the Emperor for a long time. My parents have said more than once that it is a lifetime fortune to be able to serve the Emperor. I know that the Emperor The meaning of His Majesty to the human race is to be able to meet His Majesty once in your lifetime, and die without regret."

A black line hangs down Lin Beichen's forehead.

Gan.

This guy is even fanatic than a fanatic.

It seems that as long as it is related to the emperor, everyone will go crazy.

Lin Beichen thought about it carefully, and he didn't do anything wrong. Logically speaking, even if he was fighting against the ancient tribe, it was for the human race, so the emperor, the old man, wouldn't kill him, right?

Thinking of what Wang Zhong and others said, Lin Beichen felt that he could not let go of this opportunity.

He wants to go in and have a look.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Wu Shanglong suddenly burst out laughing.

Lin Beichen was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Are you having a brain attack?"

"Where is my brain disease?"

Wu Shanglong rolled his eyes and said: "I just think about it, I am the first non-tribute group to step into the real Emperor's Temple in tens of thousands of years, and I can't help being happy immediately , haha, this can be regarded as an unprecedented glory."

Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

Almost forgot about this.

He took a few steps calmly, in front of Wu Shanglong, and stepped into the golden hall behind the stone gate of the corridor.

"Yes, yes, you are definitely the first."

He turned his head and showed a kind smile to Wu Shanglong.

The latter grinned his teeth all the way to the ears.

Anyway, in his eyes, Lin Beichen belongs to the tribute group, so it doesn't matter if he is allowed to go first.

"Is this His Majesty's Shrine?"

"It's different from what I imagined."

"The real hall is not a small world."

The fanatics looked around with pious and respectful expressions. For them, this was a real pilgrimage. They were willing to go here, even if they died immediately.

Lin Beichen is also looking at the surrounding environment.

Golden hall.

It is not a small world created by the sky formation technique.

It is a real reality.

At this time, everyone was in the long ring corridor of the first layer of the golden hall, and the roof of the corridor was supported by golden pillars.

He came to the two right sides and looked out.

You can see the long white clouds, and through the clouds, you can vaguely see the imperial capital below, like a small square building...

Just like standing on the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower overlooking Shanghai Beach in the previous life.

Great, vast, boundless, vast.

It is instantly broad-minded.

If you jump from this corridor, can you return to the outside world?

Lin Beichen stretched out his hand.

In the void beyond the railing, translucent golden ancient symbols suddenly appeared one after another, and he flicked his fingers back.

Oh.

There are formation restrictions.

Cannot travel through.

Lin Beichen didn't try again.

He didn't think he could break through the Emperor's restraining formation.

Turn back and look at the entire corridor.

The golden floor is actually purely made of prehistoric gold. It is as smooth as a mirror. When you lower your head, you can clearly see your own face.

But not slippery.

Walking on it is like walking on clouds.

"Correct dress."

Li Chenyuan said loudly.

The fanatics immediately became solemn, stopped talking in low voices, and began to arrange their clothes.

Lin Beichen learned from others.

He looked farther into the distance.

At the end of the corridor is the golden hall.

Li Chenyuan led the crowd towards the main hall.

During the journey, neither guards nor any signs of living beings were seen. The gate of the temple was open, and everyone rushed in.

A question emerged in Lin Beichen's heart.

Where did the fanatics who came to the temple before go?

"Kneel."

Li Chenyuan shouted.

The fanatics knelt down one after another, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and walked forward on their knees.

Lin Beichen: "..."

He had to imitate too.

I didn't know there was such a link before.

The ritual sense of fanatics is too strong.

Enter the hall.

The light inside is soft, all made of prehistoric gold, the ground is as smooth as a mirror, magnificent, full of noble majesty, but not vulgar.

Twenty meters inward, there is a huge golden dome on the left and right sides, supporting the translucent light golden dome.

Go further in.

Lin Beichen discovered that there were more than two golden pillars.

It is a full twenty-four heels.

Under each of the dome pillars, there is a big golden table. There are wine utensils and bowls and chopsticks on the table, but there is no wine or meat, and the tableware is empty.

There are golden futons after the big case.

No one is sitting.

Twenty-four vaulted pillars, twenty-four major cases.

Is this for the twenty-four ancestors?