Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan, Zhang Shaorong, and Dong Yuefeng fell into the organ, as if pouring cold water on everyone’s head. Everyone instantly calmed down from the excitement of finding the true Mohist inheritance. This is not where they have been. Of the remains.

This is the mausoleum of Emperor Qin Shihuang, the resting place of the emperor who made the great cause of God.

There are the last traces of the Mohist school, and there are enough institutions to be recorded in the records of history.

"Leave some people here, and the rest will explore."

"Keep in touch, everyone, be careful."

The Taoist who gave the five thunder urns mobilized their aura and finally noticed what was wrong. There seemed to be a strange force suppressing their practice methods, and, after all, this was the first emperor’s tomb, and it had accumulated a vast amount of yin aura.

His five thunder method was greatly suppressed.

Most of the other monks also discovered this, but they still chose to move on. The Taoist was silent and nodded. With the strongly demanding researcher and the practitioners of the Li family of the Wang family, he slowly moved towards forward.

Be vigilant along the way, Fulu, and use the magic weapon without money.

Wang Guanghe raised his shield and frowned, "Is there something wrong with the size here?"

"We've been walking for so long, yet haven't we walked out of this area?"

The hearts of everyone were sinking slightly. They took out modern devices such as mobile phones and found that these devices were unusable, as if electronic components had lost their proper functions. Wang Guanghe silently calculated his feet, and his heart sank.

They have now walked the width of the real Chang'an City.

But this section of the underground palace tomb, modeled after the city of Chang'an, hasn't been passed yet?

This is not normal.

Is it Mohist tricks?

Wang Guanghe murmured in his heart, and subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand.

When he was uneasy, his front sight suddenly widened. It was just digging deeper than the part that he had just walked. The people 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, and the first feeling was that it was vast. The front of the boundless and vastness was not like the level that a tomb can have. A faint sight could be seen from the front. Magnificent and dull.

"Xianyang City..."

Wang Guanghe murmured.

There is a strong feeling in my heart.

The feeling here is almost like a battlefield with a few soldiers.

Behind them, they crossed such a long funerary tomb, the former army, the Chinese army, the rear army, the left wing, the right wing, and I don’t know how many independent funerary tombs. At this moment, I recall that they are simply organized legions one after another. Terracotta Warriors, waiting in front of Xianyang City.

how many?

Tens of thousands?

Still hundreds of thousands?

Wang Guanghe felt that his spine was chilly, and the hairs on his neck stood up. They were between the Qin Army and Xianyang City, on the battlefield of the soldiers. The murderous intent hidden in the history made his heart cannot help speeding up. beat.

At this time, the many monks who were able to maintain peace before were silent for a moment.

Scattered suddenly.

The front is the mausoleum in the true sense, where Qin Shihuang really is. Even the candles used are the cream of the mermaid family, which is almost extinct in modern times. It is difficult to see the mermaid family. After the Mohist classics, no one knew what would be in the real inner city.

No one wants to fall behind.

That Taoist just protected most of the researchers.

Instead, he stepped back, but found that after stepping here, there was no way to go back. His face sank, and his thoughts turned crazily. This is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and there are mountains, rivers, lakes, and the sun, moon and stars inside. world.

It seems that it is almost impossible to go out.

And here, in the Xialian Dimai, there is the body of the king after his death, as well as how many Qin terracotta warriors and artisans who were buried, the Yin Qi is heavily suppressed, and the magical powers such as the five thunder method have been greatly weakened. Correspondingly Yes, I'm afraid the ghost-like spells will be promoted.

Wang Guanghe rushed to the gate of Xianyang first.

In front of the city gate, two Daqin Jinren, who were the same as the Jinren previously seen, stood silently.

Armored all over, holding a huge halberd, silence and solemnity rose to the sky.

Wang Guanghe took out the general order and shouted angrily:

"I am a descendant of Marquis Wu Cheng. Ling Er and others intercepted the people behind and opened the city gate."

"I want to meet your Majesty!"

Everyone felt anxious in an instant.

This is going to be monopolized!

The eyes of the two golden men opened.

Raise the weapon.

The solemn whistling sound rose, like the roar of a tiger, one left and one right, crisscrossed and cut down, the cold light was like the hoarfrost of autumn, calmly spreading out, with a cold feeling, for an instant, everyone felt The whole body was cold, his movements were stagnant, and Wang Guanghe, who rushed forward, had a sudden movement.

Throwing backwards heavily.

Blood flew out from behind him, and that one would be thrown away and landed on the ground.

Wang Guanghe hit the ground heavily.

The blood fell on the ground, stained with red and white sand.

The atmosphere of everyone stagnated.

Immediately there were unanswerable questions. Why, why did the general order that worked just now have no effect? ! Then everyone quickly found a reasonable explanation. This is the inner temple, and the defense is more strict. The general has an effect on the twelve gold people outside.

For the twelve gold people who guarded the underground palace, there was no effect.

The atmosphere of everyone stagnated.

At this time, the expressions of the monks who could be left behind were still calm. The head of the monks mocked: "The Langya Wang family has really fallen, and he came to the imperial mausoleum without preparing for it in advance. Here is a heavy sullen expression. , The two thousand two hundred years of the earth's atmosphere continues to fall, and it is not suitable for ordinary people to fight."

"Your ability to display 30% of your strength is already the result of your daily hard work."

"Unless, ghost repair."

The monk was talking, and the weapon in his hand was already on the ground, densely packed with a kind of formation. Even a person with a low cultivation level can tell that this thing is expensive, and the researcher We even recognized the weapon immediately.

"This is, Han Jian?!"

"No, it's a sword and shield!"

If Wei Yuan is here, he can recognize the peculiarities of these two weapons.

This is something similar to the nine-section scepter.

If it is a hero who has experienced life and death, the weapons held by them will be contaminated with the remnants of the true spirits of these heroes in the long battle and experience, which contains the past, memories, emotions, and fights, accompanied by low edicts.

The pair of swords and shields lit up.

The wind blows all over, and at the cost of completely depleting the true spirits in this weapon in one breath, the person who has lived in the past can appear for a short time. The pupil of the Taoist Wu Lei Lu shrinks, and he heard a while in that voice. Singing in a hoarse and low voice.

"The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying..."

"Weijiahai returned home."

"An wise warrior, guard all directions!"

The voice was rough and bold.

Finally swept through the storm with a shield. This gale song spread widely, but no one has ever heard of someone who can sing this song so heroically and sadly, holding a sword with a stern face and bold eyes, the big man Wuyanghou, who used to face Hongmen Banquet in person. Fan Kuai, facing the overlord, appeared here in a similar way to raising soldiers and horses and Yinshen.

It is not a real Wuyanghou, but a pure remnant of combat experience and strength.

The soldiers and horses bred by the law of raising soldiers and horses appeared behind them.

Fan Kui's eyes were indifferent, staring at the two Daqin golden men, holding swords and shields, and slammed head on.

He raised his shield and held a sword in his hand. His singing was wild and unpleasant, but no one could say something to ridicule. There was the life of the real Fan Kuai, with his lofty ambitions and achievements. At this moment, there is no one who vowed to protect his life. Man, he is like a fearless beast.

One of the Daqin Jinren was repelled by life.

Daqin Jinren, facing the famous founder of the Han Dynasty.

Everyone had scalp numb and tried their best to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

And at this time, another similar wave of magical powers spilled out. The true cultivator turned his eyes and saw only an afterimage. It was a weapon, yes, a weapon—

A broken gun!

………

Xiang Hongyu opened the door.

I saw a woman in red like a poppy flower outside the door.

The heroic spirit was so bright that Xiang Hongyu was in a daze.

But before he could speak, he suddenly snorted, as if some sound exploded in his ears, Xiang Hongyu's eyes went dark, and with his strength and personality, he passed out in a coma in front of a strange woman.

Before unconscious, he heard a voice.

The sound of the gun blade.

And it seems, as if I have heard the call thousands of times.

…………

Among the Mohist institutions in the imperial mausoleum.

A broken spear struck out, like Beichen slashing the sky. The gun power directly enveloped the two Daqin Jinren and Dahan Wuyanghou. Unreasonable and overbearing, the two Daqin Jinren were repulsed by life. Fan Kui backed away a few steps, and the battle was so fierce that everyone frightened and separated in a blink of an eye.

There was a dead silence.

It's like a reappearance of a legend.

The horse is walking in the footsteps of grace.

The man in the black armor is holding a spear, his back is 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 of Heaven from Dongying stepped on the waves of the East China Sea~www.wuxiahere.com~ Yu Ji followed the contact of the Overlord Spear Blade to find Xiang Hongyu. Before Qin Shihuang’s tomb, Xianyang City, he was deliberately used by posterity. The true spirit of the overlord contained in the blade confronted the great Han Wuyanghou Fankui, and the onlookers held their breath-as the last history and legend of the gods reappear, the heroes of the world are fighting each other.

Only the winner can enter Xianyang.

And this time,

Da Qin Zhiji Zhonglang will open his eyes.

PS: The third one today...

Exhausted, I have been thinking about these two days, thinking about the next outbreak.

How to write to have that taste, this feeling of tension, sleep, sleep, and finish writing tomorrow.

Also push a book to a friend. However, Xiao Wangchuan's "Unusual Blind Date"

Brain hole text, with more than ten thousand subscription experience, it is absolutely worth a try.