Chapter 343: The fangs appear, the situation unfolds
Wei Yuan, Zhang Shaorong, and Dong Yuefeng fell into the mechanism. It was like pouring a basin of cold water on everyone's heads. Everyone calmed down from the excitement of finding the true inheritance of the Mohist family. This was not the place they had ever been.
of remains.
This is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, the resting place of the emperor who made great achievements in the ancient times.
There are the last traces of the Mohist family, and there are mechanisms that can be recorded in historical records.
"Leave some of the people here, and the rest will explore further."
"Keep in touch and everyone be careful."
The Taoist who taught the Five Thunder Rips mobilized his aura and finally noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be a strange force suppressing their practice method here. Moreover, this was the mausoleum of the First Emperor after all, and it contained extremely vast Yin Qi.
His Five Thunder Techniques were greatly suppressed.
Most of the other monks also discovered this, but still chose to move forward. The Taoist was silent for a moment, nodded, and with the researcher with strong demands, and the practitioners of the Wang family and the Li family, slowly moved forward.
forward.
Be vigilant along the way and use talismans and magic weapons for free.
Wang Guanghe raised his talisman and raised his shield, frowning and said: "Is there something wrong with the size here?"
"We have been walking for so long and we haven't left this area yet?"
Everyone's hearts sank. They took out modern devices such as mobile phones and found that these devices could not be used. It was like electronic components had lost their functions. Wang Guanghe silently calculated his own steps in his heart, and his heart sank.
They have now walked across the real width of Chang'an City.
But this underground palace tomb built after Chang'an City has not yet gone through this section?
This is not normal.
Is it the Mohist organ technique?
Wang Guanghe murmured in his heart and subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand.
And just when he was feeling uneasy, the view in front suddenly opened up, but it was dug deeper than the part he had just walked through. The person walking in front staggered and almost fell down, but everyone's mood suddenly relaxed.
.
Come out!
But when they stood in this newly arrived place, their expressions changed. It was vast. The first thing they felt was vastness. The boundless vastness in front was not at all like the level of a mausoleum. In front of them, they could see faintly.
Magnificent and dull.
"Xianyang City..."
Wang Guanghe murmured.
There is a strong feeling in my heart.
This place gave him the feeling that it was almost like a battlefield for troops.
Behind them, they crossed such a long burial tomb, including the front army, the middle army, the rear army, the left wing, the right wing, and countless independent burial tombs. Looking back at this moment, they were simply one organized legion after another. They turned into
Qin Terracotta Warriors, waiting in front of Xianyang City.
how many?
Tens of thousands?
Or hundreds of thousands?
Wang Guanghe felt a chill running down his spine and the hairs on his neck stood up. They were between the Qin Army and Xianyang City, on the battlefield where troops were ordered. The murderous intention hidden in history made his heart beat faster.
beat.
At this time, many monks who had been able to maintain peace before fell silent for a moment.
Spread out suddenly.
Ahead is the true mausoleum, where Qin Shihuang truly resides. Even the candles are lit with the anointing of the mermaid clan, which is almost extinct in modern times and is hard to see. If there was a basis for cooperation before, then after seeing
After the Mohist classics, no one knows what is in the real inner city.
No one wants to fall behind.
The Taoist only protected most of the researchers.
Instead, he retreated back, only to find that after stepping here, there was no way to go back. His face sank, and his thoughts were running wildly in his mind. This is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and inside there are mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon and stars, it is a world of its own.
world.
It seems that it is almost impossible to get out.
And here, in the lower line of the earth, there is the body of the king after his death, as well as countless Qin soldiers' war terracotta warriors, and the craftsmen buried with them. The yin energy is heavy and suppressed, and magical powers such as the Five Thunder Techniques have been greatly weakened. Correspondingly,
Yes, I'm afraid the ghost spells will be improved.
Wang Guanghe rushed to the gate of Xianyang City first.
In front of the city gate, two golden figures from the Great Qin Dynasty who were the same as the golden figures seen earlier stood silently.
Covered in armor, holding a huge halberd, he was silent and solemn, with a murderous aura rising into the sky.
Wang Guanghe took out his general order and shouted angrily:
"I am a descendant of Marquis Wucheng. I order you to intercept the people behind and open the city gate."
"I want to meet His Majesty!"
Everyone was instantly anxious.
This is to be exclusive!
The two golden men opened their eyes.
Raise your weapon.
The chilling roar rose up, like the roar of a tiger, slashing down in criss-cross directions from left to right, and the cold light spread out calmly like the white frost in autumn, bringing with it a chill. For a moment, everyone felt
His whole body felt cold and his movements froze for a moment, but Wang Guanghe, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped in his movements.
Thrown backwards heavily.
Blood spurted out from his back, and the general was thrown out and fell to the ground.
Wang Guanghe hit the ground hard.
Blood fell on the ground, dyeing the white sand red.
The atmosphere of the crowd was stagnant.
Immediately, unanswerable questions arose. Why, why did the general's order that was still effective just now lose its effect?! Then everyone quickly found a reasonable explanation. This is the inner hall, and the defense is stricter. The general's response to
The twelve golden people outside are effective.
It has no effect on the twelve golden men who guard the underground palace.
The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly froze.
But at this time, the expressions of the group of monks who had been left behind were still calm. The leader mocked: "The Wang family of Langya has really declined. When you come to the imperial mausoleum, you are not prepared in advance. The Yin energy here is heavy."
, the earth's energy that has lasted for two thousand and two hundred years is not suitable for ordinary people to fight at all."
"The fact that you are able to exert 30% of your strength is the result of hard work in daily practice."
"Unless it's a ghost cultivator."
As the monk spoke, the weapon in his hand was already placed on the ground. It was densely covered with a kind of formation inscriptions. Even a person with a low level of cultivation could see that this thing cost a lot of money, and the researcher
They immediately recognized the weapon.
"This is the Han Sword?!"
"No, it's a sword and shield!"
If Wei Yuan were here, he would be able to recognize the special characteristics of these two weapons.
This is something similar to the Nine-Balance Staff.
If it is a hero who has experienced life and death, the weapons he holds will be contaminated by the true spirit of these heroes in long-term battles and experiences, which contains the past, memories, emotions, and fights, accompanied by low-pitched orders.
This pair of swords and shields light up.
A strong wind blew up, and at the cost of completely depleting the remaining true spirit in the weapon in one breath, the people who had lived in the past were able to briefly appear. The pupils of the Taoist Wu Lei Lu shrank, and he actually heard a burst of sound in the sound.
A hoarse, low chant.
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..."
"Weijiahai is returning to his hometown."
"A strong warrior is here, guard the four directions!"
The voice is rough and heroic.
In the end, he swept away the storm with his shield. This wind song spread widely, but no one has ever heard of anyone singing this song so boldly and sadly. Holding a Han sword, with thick eyebrows, Wuyang Hou of the Han Dynasty once met in person at the Hongmen Banquet.
Fan Kuai, the overlord, appeared here in a similar way to raising soldiers, horses and Yinshen.
He is not the real Marquis of Wuyang, but simply the remnants of his combat experience and strength.
Behind the scenes, soldiers and horses bred by the method of raising soldiers and horses appeared.
Fan Kuai stared at the two Da Qin Jinmen with indifferent eyes, holding swords and shields, and attacked them head on.
He raised his shield and held the Han sword in his hand. His singing was rough and unpleasant, but no one could utter a mocking word. There was the life of the real Fan Kuai in it, his ambitions and achievements, but now there is no one who swore to protect him for the rest of his life.
A man who is like a fearless beast.
One of the Da Qin Jin people was repelled alive.
The Jin people of the Qin Dynasty faced the famous founding general of the Han Dynasty.
Everyone's scalp was numb, and they tried their best to retreat and avoid the aftermath of the battle.
At this time, another similar wave of magical power overflowed. The true cultivator turned his eyes and saw only an afterimage. That was a weapon, yes, a weapon.
A broken gun!
………
Xiang Hongyu opened the door.
Outside the door, I saw a woman in red who looked like a poppy.
The heroic spirit was so bright that Xiang Hongyu was in a trance.
But before he could speak, he suddenly groaned, as if something exploded in his ears. Xiang Hongyu's eyes went dark. With his strength and character, he actually fainted in front of a strange woman.
Before he fell into coma, he heard a sound.
The sound of gun blades.
And it seemed as if I had heard the call thousands of times.
…………
Among the Mohist institutions in the imperial mausoleum.
A broken spear shot out, like Beichen splitting the sky. The force of the spear directly enveloped the two Da Qin Jin people and the Han Wuyang Marquis. Unreasonable and overbearing, the two Da Qin Jin people were repulsed.
Fan Kuai took a few steps back, and the fierce battle that frightened everyone separated in an instant.
There was dead silence.
It's like the reappearance of a legend.
The war horse walks gracefully.
The man wearing dark armor was holding a spear and his back was straight.
A jet-black war horse appeared in front of Xianyang City for the second time.
Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu!
At this moment, the Lord God of Heaven from Japan set foot on the waves of the East China Sea. Yu Ji followed the connection between the Overlord Spear and Blade and found Xiang Hongyu. It was deliberately used by future generations in front of the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum in Xianyang City. The Overlord Contained in the Blade
The true spirit was confronting Fan Kuai, the Wuyang Hou of the Han Dynasty. The onlookers held their breath as the last history and legends of the Gods' Age reappeared, and the heroes of the world fought with each other.
Only the winner can enter Xianyang.
And at this time,
The general holding the halberd in Da Qin opened his eyes.
PS: The third update today...
Exhausted, I have been thinking about it for the past two days, thinking about the next outbreak.
How should I write so that I can have that flavor, this feeling of tension? Go to bed, sleep, and finish writing tomorrow.
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