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Chapter 1235 One Hundred Thousand Celestial Soldiers in the Yin Temple of the Ancient Tomb

Lu Mingjun opened his eyes, and his expression fell into a trance. He seemed to be lying on a bed made of mahogany, with a thick layer of cotton padding on the inside, which was soft and soft.

The bedroom is about a dozen square meters in size. The entire building is built with a falcon structure. Less than three meters away from the bed is a woman's dressing table. The rouge products placed on it are from hundreds of years ago.

The style of popular items in the Ming Dynasty.

"Ah!" Lu Mingjun had a splitting headache. He wanted to sit up from the bed, but as if he had touched a seriously injured neuron at this moment, he felt a tearing sensation. He couldn't help but spit a mouthful of blood on the ground.

"puff!"

At this moment, Lu Mingjun tried to raise the Qi in his Dantian again, and pain was felt in his internal organs at the same time, as if his body was warning him that it was going on a collective strike.

Looking inside himself with difficulty, his Dantian was now riddled with holes, his inner elixir had disappeared, and the coldness he was proud of had also disappeared. Now, except for a pair of mountaineering eyes that could see the world, he had nothing left.

Lu Mingjun breathed heavily, carefully moved his upper body, leaned on the cold saddle of the bed, and carefully recalled everything he had experienced before.

Taking advantage of Li Yang's momentary flaw, Lu Mingjun used all his strength to expand the power of the domain and escaped by stepping on the ice.

On the outskirts of Shangjing, to the west of Taihang, this place was officially classified as a restricted area. Few people came here. When he was running for his life, Lu Mingjun seemed to have hid in a cave and dug three feet into the ground, hoping to hide underground and recuperate first.

But as soon as he dug a few meters underground, an empty and gloomy land suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sculptures of soldiers and horses are presented in front of you. They are trapped in the camp, heavily armored, holding plastic guns, and sitting on saddles, showing their fierce appearance.

The captain raised his horse with his sword drawn, and a commander held the command flag and waved his voice to the side, shouting!

In front of everyone, a platform was built with golden dragons tattooed on the left and right sides. A throne stood prominently on top, with inscriptions engraved in front of the seat. Two priceless luminous pearls were swallowed by the golden dragon in its mouth.

Sitting on the throne is a humanoid sculpture, wearing a general's dragon armor and a red battle robe on his back. He holds his head with one hand and looks at the millions of soldiers seemingly casually.

Opening his eyes, even though they were cold sculptures, there was a sense of supreme majesty in his eyes. This was a statue of the Human Emperor, towering over hundreds of millions of people. He could kill millions of people with a single anger!

There are two rows of people standing upright on the left and right in front of the throne, five on each side. The nine are commanders of ten thousand men in the army, each holding eleven hundred and ten men. The first person standing on the left side of the throne is

The commander-in-chief of the entire army, wearing scales and a beard.

There is a man kneeling on the ground in front of the throne, holding a jade plate in his hand. From the carved expression, you can see that this man is trembling all over, his eyes are frightened, and his mouth is open as if to express his intention to surrender to the human emperor.

The items placed on the jade plate were very small, a ring-shaped silver ring less than an inch in diameter, with incomprehensible and twisted ancient characters engraved on it.

At the last moment when consciousness was interrupted, Lu Mingjun seemed to have put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and then fell asleep. What happened next was how he ended up in this bed.

He couldn't remember it at all. His memory seemed to be covered with an indestructible veil. Whenever he thought about it, his head would feel the pain of bursting and his head would explode.

"Whoops..."

Lu Mingjun kept breathing heavily. Now he was like a seriously ill patient who was about to have sex at any time. Even moving his fingers or moving his body made it extremely difficult for him.

All his mountaineering-level cultivation was in vain. Although his body was slowly repairing over time, Lu Mingjun could clearly feel that his life was passing quickly.

Touch the beating of the pulse with your hands and feel the beating of the pulse with every breath. Yin and Yang follow each other, one is strong and the other is weak. You can feel it through the strength of the pulse and the flow of blood.

"well."

Lu Mingjun sighed, knowing that he would not live for a few more years.

After taking the blood pill, the body's functions aged rapidly. During the battle with Li Yang, the internal organs were put under tremendous pressure. The parts of the machine broke and it was difficult to operate. One day, it would be unable to support and stop running.

Reach out and raise your left arm

In front of me, I saw the ring on the ring finger of my left hand. This ring was like a tarsal maggot, stuck to the ring finger and could not be taken off no matter what.

What is this? What is the function of this ring that can be enshrined to the Emperor in the Yin Palace at the foot of Taihang Mountain?

Lu Mingjun looked at the ring carefully with the eyes of a mountain climber. Apart from the layer of mysterious ancient inscriptions engraved on the surface, everything was the same as an ordinary ring. Even he couldn't see what was magical about this ring.

place.

Shangjing was the ancient capital of the Five Dynasties, and dozens of human emperors were born here. How many human emperors could have such grandeur and built such a majestic Yinling Palace deep in Taihang?

And where are you now?

With doubts in mind, Lu Mingjun endured the pain and got out of bed. Moreover, the owner of this house seemed to consider that in this situation, Lu Mingjun might wake up and get out of bed and move around, and specially prepared clothes beside the bed.

Lu Mingjun put on his clothes, which were made of silk and satin, made of fine brocade. The material was comfortable and warm, and the surface was embroidered with landscapes like pictures of mountains and rivers.

The overall color is gray and white, with a mountain and river shawl, and the lining is made of fine Gebu white clothes.

Lu Mingjun opened the door and window and walked out step by step. Even though the sun was shining brightly in the sky, the strong wind in the air still made him feel bitingly cold.

The face had lost all color, and the sharp cheeks looked charming and handsome at this moment. The lips were chapped and extremely weak.

Lu Mingjun looked up at the sky. The sun was hanging high above the clouds. The air was still a little moist. It was not yet noon.

The surrounding buildings made Lu Mingjun feel very strange. The tall red walls surrounded the surroundings. The small courtyard was well ventilated from the north to the south. It felt like he was deep in the residence of a wealthy family with high walls.

There are no high-rise buildings and no modern houses made of steel. The surrounding area is full of refreshing elegance and retro classical atmosphere.

There is a pond in front of the door, with koi carp swimming in it, and lotuses, flowers and plants planted around it. It is smooth and orderly, and it must be taken care of regularly.

"Which rich brother who likes ancient architecture and longs for ancient life took me out of the ancient tomb? Wasn't he kidnapped back by Li Yang and the Tianxiahui group?"

"Could this be the headquarters of the Tianxiahui?"

Lu Mingjun thought hard and couldn't find the answer. He took another step forward and came to the courtyard gate. The courtyard door was ajar, revealing a gap. In front of the door, he could see a young man wearing linen clothes, holding a broom made of straw, sweeping the trees.

fallen leaves.
Chapter completed!
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