In the Little Sacred Mountain, everyone had their own thoughts, watching the scenery and resting. After a while, their physical strength was recovered. Seeing that there is more than an hour left before the sun goes down, everyone discusses what to do next, because considering that the treasure cave may be on the soles of the feet, the current top priority is to dig a hole in the glacier.
As the glacier is covered with snow all the year round, he hastily bombarded for fear of causing avalanches. Fortunately, Lang Feng is more experienced. He has been shooting bombs since he was fourteen. He has been bombing for more than 20 years and has no fewer than a hundred flat hills. Therefore, he entered the industry not long He was given the nickname of Cannon God. Lang Feng promised to control the power of explosives, and he made preparations in advance, so after obtaining permission from tangerine peels, he buryed the detonators in the snow with a proportional dose on the spot.
Jin Shunzi was worried that something might happen, and just about to stop him, he was knocked out by Monk Hua and dragged him directly to the side. Wu Xie was very dissatisfied with Monk Hua's actions, and completely forgot that he seemed to be a tomb thief, and there was no need to say who was noble. Because Lang Feng was extremely professional, he basically didn't let others interfere. After he fully inserted the detonator, he followed everyone to the bare rock to hide.
As Lang Feng pressed down the detonator, he saw large swaths of snow pour away like a waterfall, but this pour did not last long. Instead, it was replaced by the falling sound behind him, which meant that the avalanche appeared soon. Fortunately, the snow layer above the head is not thick, it is nothing more than a small area collapse. At this time, the best way is to find a protruding rock and hide beside the rock.
Fatty Wang took the brunt and walked towards a corner. Several other people tied ropes around their waists. First Pan Zi and Zhang Qiling, followed by Chen Pi, Lang Feng and others, until finally became Wu Xie, but he still stepped on the air. The whole person slid down the cliff. When everyone saw it, they grabbed the rope and pulled up. After luckily escaped the avalanche, Wu Xie climbed up the rope, finally out of danger.
Several people were panting with lingering fears, which obviously took a lot of energy. At this moment, the setting sun almost illuminates the entire snow-capped mountain, which is particularly magnificent and shocking. Inspired by this, Wu Xie suddenly remembered that there were red flames in the murals he had seen before. Now he thought it should be the afterglow of the sunset, so he thought that the afterglow of the sunset was where the Genting Temple was.
After watching for a while, everyone reacted instantly, and immediately set off to work, and decided to bombard the glacier again. Lang Feng accurately calculated the dose, and finally opened a big hole. Monk Hua lights up a few flashlights and shines into the ice, looking for traces of the tomb that accompanies the funeral. However, there is chaos and chaos, and there is no bottom. If the ordinary snow mountain glacier is almost a dozen meters thick, there is actually something abnormal here.
Others followed their hands and looked at them, and vaguely found a looming shadow inside, almost occupying half of the ice cliff, presumably from the shape of a large-headed baby curled up. According to Chenpi, this phenomenon is called Kunlun fetus, which is a peculiar phenomenon formed naturally, and it is basically at the source of dragon veins.
The Kunlun fetus is a natural fetal position, a divine object born from the earth, and its place represents something extraordinary below, and it is very likely that the Eastern Xia Imperial Tomb that everyone is looking for. However, Wu Xie guessed that the Kunlun fetus in front of him should be artificially constructed, deliberately making the funerary into the shape of a baby fetus, so if you want to understand what is inside, you need to find a way to enter from the opening.
Although I experienced a thrilling avalanche, such an avalanche can only be called a snow landslide. It does not have the potential to be thunderous. The speed of the journey is fast. A few people are unpredictable, and they are all aroused by the curiosity of the things underneath. Wu Xie repeatedly checked and found that the internal structure was complicated and dangerous. There was still a drop of hundreds of meters from the fetal hole where the spiritual palace was located. Even with enough ropes, it would be difficult to cross the horizontal distance.
Just when everyone was at a loss for this, Zhang Qiling took the initiative to take the hot potato. After he tied the rope around his waist, he jumped down and quickly found a foothold. Everyone went to great lengths to enter the fetal hole spiritual palace, where they stood was the eaves of an overhead "hall".
The porch is similar to the sacrificial platform, even the bronze style has a very obvious Han style, which looks like Wang Zanghai's masterpiece. Fatty Wang tried to open the stone gate, but Wu Xie yelled because of a little disturbance, like a brainless newcomer who went to the grave for the first time. There was no running stone behind the stone door. With a strong crowbar, the moisture-proof paint stuck on the back of the door instantly turned into powder. Zhang Qiling checked the relief on the door and reminded everyone to follow behind, and then the door was easily opened.
At the same time, Ding Ning learned that the goods had been robbed halfway, so he had opinions about Jason, and now he even suspected that he was doing tricks. On the contrary, Jason was kept in the dark and had no idea about it. The cassock was positioned at Huo Xiuxiu's position, and Xie Yuchen immediately led people there to rescue Huo Xiuxiu in time, and couldn't help but blame her for being too reckless and impulsive.