The overwhelming murderous aura left everyone at a loss.
No one expected that there would be 100,000 Yin soldiers ambushed here.
Even Li Muchen frowned.
The few animal spirits on the Shinto path have nothing to do with them except for them.
But these 100,000 Yin soldiers are difficult to deal with. If you kill them, you will have to bear the karma of many deaths. Who can bear it when the thunder disaster comes?
The emperor's ruthlessness is indeed better than that of the demon.
I don’t know if this is the work of Hongwu or Yongle, but I’m afraid they can’t design such a structural formation. The designer is definitely a master among masters. Who could it be?
The first thing Li Muchen thought of was Liu Bowen.
But he remembered another thing that made him a little uneasy and worried.
Before he died, Tong Hao mentioned the Xuanwu Secret Realm and said that they would definitely die if they went to the Xuanwu Secret Realm.
Judging from the tone of these words, Tong Hao knew about the Xuanwu Secret Realm and what was in it.
If it is true, it means that the Xuanwu Secret Realm is related to the Demon Cult.
In this case things will be very complicated.
There are rumors that Zhu Yuanzhang was a Ming believer, and the Ming Dynasty was founded on religion. This theory is certainly not credible, but it must be groundless and there must be a reason.
Now connecting various clues together, Li Muchen vaguely discovered some clues. Daming may have some involvement with the Demon Cult.
The Ming Cult uses fire as its order, and Tong Hao is the Fire Order of the Five Envoys of the Demon Sect, and he happens to know the secret realm of Xuanwu...
All this has to make people think.
Could this be the Fire Hall of the Demon Sect? Under the Xiaoling Mausoleum, might it be the resting place of the former master of the Demon Sect?
If this is the result, I'm afraid Zhu Xiaoyuan would find it difficult to accept it.
Li Muchen thought a lot, and his mind flashed with lightning. At this moment, thousands of troops and horses were galloping in front of him.
Except for him who was still holding the compass, the two monks still had empty hands. Everyone else was already holding their weapons and waiting in full formation.
But Li Muchen knew that this battle could not be fought.
One hundred thousand Yin soldiers, except for myself, no one else can hold them.
Although Lin Manqing's soul power has greatly increased after integrating into the soul of Ebony Concubine, and her primitive witchcraft is even more powerful, her physical strength is limited and she still needs to be refined through real thunder tribulation.
Moreover, Li Muchen could not let Lin Manqing and these people endure the disaster of the Yin soldiers. Even if they could survive, the sins of a hundred thousand Yin souls would be added to them, and everyone would be reduced to ashes in the thunder.
He had already thought about it, and if it didn't work out, he would withdraw first. Although there were many secrets in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, it was not necessary to enter.
Just when he was about to turn the compass and lead everyone out, Zhu Xiaoyuan suddenly took a step forward and shouted:
"Zhu Xiaoyuan, the 19th grandson of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty, is here. Who among you dares to block my way?"
Li Muchen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was such an old man in the Zhu family who was like a living fossil of his descendants. He thought it might be possible, so he held the compass and watched the changes.
The two horses suddenly stopped, and the one holding the sword raised one hand, and the Yin soldiers behind also stopped, forming a dense square formation.
At a glance, you can see flags fluttering and soldiers arrayed like a forest, making people feel like they are on an ancient battlefield.
"Weng Zhong, the commander of Xiaoling Guards in the Ming Dynasty, is guarding here with his troops! You dare to claim to be a descendant of the royal family, what proof do you have?"
Zhu Xiaoyuan said: "The descendants of the Zhu family are upright and upright. They have genealogy and family rules, which are passed down from generation to generation. This is the proof."
"Bring me the genealogy and family rules!"
"this……"
Of course, it was impossible for Zhu Xiaoyuan to take his family tree with him when he went out.
"If you don't have proof, you're just pretending!" Weng Zhong raised his sword, "Pretending to be a member of the royal family, trespassing into forbidden areas, kill!"
"kill!"
One hundred thousand Yin soldiers followed him and shouted together, the sound was shocking to the heaven and the earth.
If you are not a martial artist above the level of a Grandmaster or have achieved success in cultivation, just the sound of "kill" is enough to make your heart burst with fear and your soul will be shattered on the spot.
"Wait!"
Zhu Xiaoyuan shouted.
He suddenly showed his sword and wiped it with his left hand on the blade. A constant trail of blood flowed along the blade and gathered into blood droplets at the tip of the sword.
Zhu Xiaoyuan flicked his wrist, and drops of blood shot out from the tip of his sword, heading straight for Weng Zhong, the commander of the Xiaoling Guard.
Weng Zhong stretched out his hand, and blood dropped on his palm.
He watched the blood droplets on his palms melt away. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee and said: "Weng Zhong, commander of Xiaoling Guard, pays homage to His Highness!"
Then, the general on the other horse also jumped off the horse and knelt down on one knee, but his voice was muffled by the voices of the Yin soldiers behind him who were kneeling on the ground.
"Meet Your Highness!"
Li Muchen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had passed this level.
Fortunately, Zhu Xiaoyuan is here, otherwise it would not be easy to get through with these 100,000 Yin soldiers blocking the way.
Zhu Xiaoyuan was obviously a little nervous.
It had been a long time since he had been so nervous. He had lived for more than a hundred years and had taken everything for granted. He never expected that he would encounter such an exciting thing when he was half buried in the ground.
As soon as he raised his hand, it was as if Hongwu was reborn, and his tone unconsciously carried royal majesty: "Get up."
The Yin soldiers and generals led by Weng Zhong all stood up and lined up again.
"Commander Weng, you are leading the guard. You have a heavy responsibility. Thank you for your hard work."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, we will guard the imperial mausoleum. Weng Zhongwan will not hesitate to die!"
"Okay, please step back, I want to go in and take a look."
"yes."
Weng Zhong bowed to Zhu Xiaoyuan, took a few steps back, then got on his horse, waved his sword, turned the horse's head, and ran towards the arch.
Thousands of troops and horses suddenly disappeared behind the red wall and yellow tiles. There was only an arched door, and behind it was a deep and unknown world.
"Mu Chen, can we go in?" Zhu Xiaoyuan asked.
Li Muchen nodded: "Go in."
The bento entered the portal first.ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ
As soon as I entered the door, I felt like the world was spinning and the whole world suddenly changed.
Where are the Zhongshan Mountain, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, and Xuanwu Lake? All I can see is Wei Wei, and there are undulating mountains everywhere, like giant dragons lying on their backs.
The vast river meanders through the mountains like a snake entwining itself.
Li Muchen turned the compass, and a narrow road with steps appeared in front of him. This road went all the way down, but there was no top and no obstructions on the left and right, as if it was born in the void.
As the compass rotates, the steps extend and change in different directions. I don't know how long I walked until I finally reached the ground.
I saw a huge mountain range in the distance, from west to east, sometimes raising its back to reach the sky, sometimes drilling into the ground and shuttling through the magma.
Li Muchen knew that this was the Jinling Dragon Vein.
Right in front of their eyes, a huge turtle appeared, carrying a huge monument on its back.
And the feet of this Bixi were actually filled with golden gold.
"It's really the place where King Chu buried his gold!"
People walked around Bixi, and their eyes were attracted by the hill-like gold.
When I turned to the back, I saw two lines of sixteen ancient characters engraved on the stele:
"The dragon's veins run eastward, and when it encounters the sea, it never returns. The veins are buried in gold, and the dragon is left in Chu."