The dark green water cave where the "Tomb of King Xian" is located is geography-worthy called "funnel". There are only two reasons for its formation. One is that the strong water flow destroys the dissolved rock cave, causing a large area of ​​slump; the other is that perhaps it was the impact of the falling meteorites billions of years ago.

I rolled down from the steep cliff with two headless half-worms on my back. This time I was mentally prepared. Although my body quickly fell in the air, my hands were not idle for a moment. I covered the diving mirror on the hiking helmet on my eyes, threw off the two headless corpses behind me, took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to avoid being crushed by the huge impact of entering the water from a high place.

I was about to fully stretch my body and a flying fish came into the water, but before I could do it, my body had already fallen to the surface of the water. My shoulders and head were first inserted into the water. I was beaten by the huge impact force. I turned my five internal organs and six corners a few times. I felt the qi and blood in my chest cavity churned, and my throat was sweet. People who practice martial arts often say, "The chest is like a well, and the back is like a cake." The back is more fragile than the front chest. I know very well in my heart that although I fell into the water, I was not ready to enter the water. I had to go into the water first. I might have suffered internal injuries.

Fortunately, the water in the pond was deep enough. Although the power of falling into the water was great, it did not poke to the bottom of the pond. It sank several meters with countless white water splashes. When I opened my eyes, I saw that although the water in the pond looked deep and green, I felt that the water was clear and clear. The sun shone on the water surface, and the bright green light rippled, as if I had come to a crystal palace. There were countless big fish in the pond, many of which were cracked carp. The fish tasted delicious and unparalleled, and it was hard to see such a fat person at will.

But I don’t have time to reminisce at this moment. The big-headed and cracked carp I ate when I passed by Dali not long ago was eager to float on the water and swim on the "plank road" by the pond to meet the fat man and Shirley Yang. Then I divided the water with my hands and swam towards the water.

But when I stepped on my hands and didn't move for a long time, I felt like I was in a vortex undercurrent. The pool was extremely clear. Even the water plants at the bottom of the pool could be seen clearly in the water. At the bottom of the pool where I was not far away, there was a huge black prototype. The reason why it looked black was because it was too deep. It was a huge vortex that drove the undercurrent in the pool and pumped the pool water into it endlessly.

It is precisely because there is such a large vortex at the bottom of the pond that even if the waterfall group pours down day and night, it is difficult to fill the pool. There is such a large vortex under the unfreezing spring in Kunlun. It is said that it leads directly to the East China Sea thousands of miles away, so the vortex in this pond may also be in the eye of water, with rivers, lakes, seas and other rivers and waters. This possibility is definitely not without it.

If I were swept into the vortex, no one would be able to collect my body. When I thought of this, I suddenly felt a sudden blow in my heart. I hurriedly used all my strength to swim outside the vortex, but hasteness would not reach the level. The more anxious I was, the harder my hands and feet would become. Not only did I not swim to the periphery, but I was driven by undercurrents and several meters closer to the large vortex at the bottom of the pond.

From the time I held my breath and entered the water, in just over ten seconds, the air in my lungs could be maintained for a while, but if I was sucked here by the undercurrent of the vortex, it would not take longer to escape the exhaustion of the breath and would definitely be swept into the depths of the vortex.

But at this time, I could no longer help myself and could not resist the strong suction force of the vortex. In an instant, I was swept to the bottom of the pond by the surging undercurrent. In a panic, I saw a cluster of dense aquatic plants beside me. This large area of ​​aquatic plants was also driven by the undercurrent at the edge of the vortex, and they all turned their heads in one direction. The aquatic plants grew in the cracks of the rocks at the bottom of the pond. The gap between the cracks was very narrow and it was difficult for fingers to reach into it.

I seemed to have seen life-saving straws, so I quickly grabbed the aquatic plants, trying to fix my body temporarily, otherwise I would never get out even if I was one meter away from the vortex. However, in response to what the fat man often said, I caught the gold-touching captain burning incense, and even the Buddha lost his hips. I finally grabbed a handful of water plants, but I knew that there were many elixirs on the aquatic plants, which were slippery and I couldn't hold back. I grabbed it hard and actually grabbed it.

I aimed at the large cluster of water plants and stretched out my hand to grab it several times, but I didn't catch it. I didn't catch it once, and my heart sank. I couldn't count how many times this is facing a life-and-death test today. I pulled out the Russian paratrooper knife and inserted it backwards into the crack of the rock where the water grows. The inverted hook on the blade of the paratrooper knife played a crucial role at this time, fixing the blade body at the junction between the roots of the water plants and the crack of the rock.

The large striped stone at the bottom of the pond seemed to be hewn by hand, perhaps it fell down when the "Xianwang Tomb" was built. Because the stone was heavy, it was not sucked in by the vortex. I finally found a place that could be fixed, and I dared not be negligent. I grabbed the stone and crawled far into the bottom of the pond, gradually leaving the suction range of the vortex.

Suddenly, I felt that the touch was wrong in my hand, cold and hard, as if it was a thick steel shell, with a large amount of spots and rust. With the flashing water in the blue waves, I saw the stone. At the end was connected to a huge cylinder, which fell horizontally at the bottom of the pond, and was covered with green aquatic plants. Groups of small fish swam through the aquatic plants, making the big cylinder look green.

One end of the huge cylinder covered with water plants was slightly tilted, and it crashed into the stone wall beside the pond, and it actually broke into a big hole. The hole was extremely dark, as if there was another cave. I thought to myself: "Yes, it was the bomber pilot who was buried by us. It turned out that his bomber crashed in this pool. He parachuted and landed on the edge of Zhalong Mountain. Unfortunately, he was entangled by the high priest's jade coffin and died in vain on the edge of the dense forest."

It was precisely because the pilot was wearing the uniform of the bomber crew that we determined that it was different from the transport plane crashing on the tree. Shirley Yang described the insect valley as the cemetery of Yunnan, and the plane's cemetery. We saw two large aircraft, and I don't know how many there were.

Look at the stone wall that was hit by the nose, and there were many stone statues of strange beasts hidden in the broken cave. This direction happened to be directly above the deep pool. Once the palace of the King's Tomb, built in a cliff, arrived, was it possible that the underground palace of the "King of Kings" had been broken by a crashed plane?

I had been under the water for more than a minute and could not stay any longer, so I had to quickly float up to ventilate. As soon as my head came out of water, my eyes were blurred by the thousands of rainbow lights in the sky. Although there were drainage holes on the hard-shaped mountaineering helmet to protect the head during diving and reduce the resistance to water flow, I still felt very heavy and had to take off my mountaineering helmet for the time being.

The unique terrain of the funnel-shaped large pool is like a huge natural loudspeaker, which conveys the sound of the waterfalls thundering back and forth, and only roars and echoes within the cliff. Nothing can be heard. I saw two figures running down quickly on the "plank road" at a high place. When I encountered the broken road destroyed by the waterfall, I used the vines to climb directly down the cliff. It was Fatty and Shirley Yang. No matter how quickly they came down, they were not as fast as I fell down directly.

In the place where the waterfall is rushing, even if I am close to me, I may not be able to hear clearly by putting my mouth on the other person's ears. A few dozen meters apart, I simply gave up shouting, took my hiking helmet into my hands, and waved my arms at them on the water.

A person floated up from the dark green pond, looking down from the cliff, very eye-catching. Sure enough, the fat man and Shirley Yang immediately discovered me and waved at me on the "plank road".

I raised my head and the cliffs around me were as straight as an axe and a knife. The round blue sky was high and out of reach. I suddenly felt like a desperate situation. The large number of half-worm people were retreating back to the entrance of the cave by the waterfall. Perhaps because this is the main tomb area of ​​the tomb of the king, there are a large number of "broken insect paths", they could not adapt to the environment in this "funnel", and they retreated like a tide. However, these monsters have a strong ability to adapt to the environment. I don't know if they will make a comeback, but they can finally calm down and take a breath.

I gestured to Shirley Yang and the fat man on the "plank road", indicating that they didn't have to come down to pick me up, and I could climb up by myself, and let them wait for me at the top of Minglou Bao in the "King Xian Tomb".

However, the two of them seemed to not understand, jumping and shouting at me, pointing desperately, and seemed very impatient. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, we can understand from their actions that a lurking danger was pushing towards me in the depths of this pool. I immediately swam quickly towards the "plank road" by the pool at the speed of the swimming competition.

Seeing that I was aware, the fat man and Shirley Yang immediately rushed down the "plank road". The fat man was afraid of heights and could only go down the wide stone steps. When he encountered a break, he stuck out his butt and rubbed it down little by little. Shirley Yang jumped down almost layer by layer. The more they were so hurrying, the more I knew how dangerous my situation was.

Fortunately, it was very close to the "plank road" by the pond. It was immediately there. I was exhausted at this time. I used my last bit of strength to climb up the stone slab of the "plank road". But I still felt that it was not safe. I walked up a few steps before I sat on the ground and couldn't help but breathe. Looking at the green waterfall, it was as flat as a mirror. There were only the ripples caused by the waterfall opposite. I couldn't see any danger. At most, there were many people who were beaten to death and penetrated into the bottom of the water. They probably were swept into the big vortex. Although their blood was poisonous, their quantity was limited after all, and they were diluted when they entered the water. Moreover, the water eyes under the pond had a very large amount of water change, and no amount of venom could flow in the pond.

At this time, Shirley Yang had already rushed down. Seeing that I was fine, I felt at ease. I wanted to ask her what was going on, but the water here was too loud and I couldn't speak and communicate. So I pointed to the "Top of the King of Xian" on the cliff. It seemed safe. I went there for a while and had some rest. At present, the capital was quite heavy and I had to rest until dark and do it overnight. Anyway, there was no difference between day and night in the ancient cemetery palace.

I looked up at the palace on the dangerous cliff, and was emitting a strange light from the rainbow light and water vapor, like a dream and a illusion. I couldn't think about it for a while, so I stepped on the thousand-year-old ancient plank road and moved towards the "Heaven Palace".
Chapter completed!