How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

In the underground palace, there is a side hall on the right.

Two minutes ago.

The wave of indiscriminate attacks just now caused the number of people going to the grave to decrease rapidly again.

About seventy or eighty people were touched, and they were swallowed up by the painted bones and tung flowers, and not even their bodies were left behind.

Yang Zhao, Hu Jiuer, and Chen Wentian looked at the empty side hall with despair.

A total of three to four hundred people.

Now there are less than ten people left alive, and the rest were all buried in the mouth of the Jingling Mausoleum of Nine Deaths.

The Nine Death Jingling Armor became more powerful after devouring so much human flesh and blood.

The entire right side hall was covered in blood, and there were broken arms and limbs everywhere.

The three of them understood that if they waited any longer, no one would survive.

"Withdraw! We must withdraw! We can't get that thing!"

Yang Zhao made a prompt decision, and regardless of whether it would attract that thing's attention, he grabbed his cousin's hand and ran to the corner of the side hall.

That's their last escape route.

Said it before.

Since he chose to seal the robbery hole, Yang Zhao must have a way out of trouble.

The method is to use the Bianshan cave tomb armor raised by the Bianshan sect to dig a passage to the outside world in the underground palace.

This matter started as soon as they entered the underground palace. At that time, they had not attracted the attention of Nine Deaths Jingling Lingjia.

Nearly 50 hours have passed, and Mashan Cave Lingjia may have opened a tunnel leading to the outside world.

Yang Zhao pulled Hu Jiuer and ran away, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Chen Wentian was even more angry and yelled.

"Damn Ganni, Yang Zhao! If you hadn't told me to run away, would I have killed so many brothers if you had told me?"

Yang Zhao didn't look back and started to curse in annoyance.

"Chen Wentian, you fucking run away! Why don't you run away?"

"Stop telling me those useless bullshit. Who dared to touch it before? If you touch it, you will die?!!!"

When Chen Wentian heard this, he was speechless.

Yes!

When everyone was trapped in the right side hall before, that thing killed people based on sound and light.

Anyone who attracts its attention will die from its mouth in a second.

Even if you know the tunnel dug by the cave-moving mausoleum armor, who can go through it?

and many more!

Chen Wentian was suddenly stunned and shouted subconsciously.

"Now, why doesn't that thing catch us?"

Several people have already run to the corner of the right side hall.

As expected, there is a cave here that is not much bigger than a washbasin.

Moving the Cave Tomb A is just along here, digging all the way out, I don't know where to dig.

Yang Zhao was about to dive in to escape when he was startled when he heard Chen Wentian's words behind him.

Yes!

At least two minutes have passed since the few people decided to escape.

Why did that thing stop attacking again?

He opened his mouth to speak.

Rumble, rumble...

Suddenly, there was a sound of earth shaking and mountains shaking throughout the underground palace.

Some people even lost their balance and fell into a pool of blood.

Yang Zhao turned his head instantly and listened.

The one with better hearing than him was Chen Wentian. After all, he was from the Xieling Sect and had the ability to identify acupoints by listening to thunder.

Chen Wentian shouted loudly: "It's the sound of an explosion. Someone used explosives... No, it's not explosives, it's artillery shells! It's unmistakable, it's definitely artillery shells! The caliber is still above 80mm..."

Cannonball?

When Hu Jiuer heard this, he exclaimed: "Have we been discovered outside? Are we bombarding Deling with artillery shells?"

Yang Zhao took back his body, with a look of ecstasy on his face.

"No! People outside...must have discovered the Nine Death Jingling Armor and are gathering fire to bomb it!"

"Jiuer, we are saved! We don't have to leave!"

Yang Zhao turned around without hesitation and ran towards the white marble door of the side hall again.

He finally knew why the Jingling Jingjia of Nine Deaths didn't continue killing.

It is fighting an attack from outside.

No matter whether it was an enemy or a friend outside, he would definitely seize this God-given opportunity.

Yang Zhao ran to the Jiugong Chihu Lock again, calmly, and unlocked the last lock core in less than a minute.

There was a click.

He pushed hard, and the middle hall of Deling Underground Palace appeared in front of everyone.

"go!"

Seeing that he could finally escape from this Shura Hell, Yang Zhao was filled with joy and was about to step in.

"cousin!"

But Hu Jiuer held him back: "We went to the middle hall or the back hall, maybe that thing will catch up and kill us? Are we still... still going on?"

Yang Zhao smiled and said: "Let's go, keep walking! Jiu'er, that thing has been broken!"

After saying that, he took the first step and stepped into the unknown darkness.

"broken?"

Hu Jiuer was still too stunned to react.

Chen Wentian's eyes widened.

Someone actually broke the Guanshan Taibao's most powerful secret skill, the Nine-Death Jingling Armor?

How can this be?

Who is this person?

Will he also enter the underground palace immediately and bump into us?

Chen Wentian was still stunned, but his remaining seven or eight men ran into the middle hall with faces full of ecstasy, and even Hu Jiuer gritted his teeth and followed.

In the end, only Chen Wentian was left, looking at them with a complicated expression. He took out his mobile phone and found that there was still no signal.

He put away the phone, narrowed his eyes and walked in.

As soon as you enter the middle hall, you will find Zhu Youxiao's coffin in the back hall, and the left side hall to the left.

No matter where they go, they seem to be one step closer to completing their mission and escaping.

……

at the same time.

Forty-nine cities in Kyoto, in the Feng Shiwen courtyard.

"The Jingling Armor of Nine Deaths? How could there be the Jingling Armor of Nine Deaths?"

Feng Shiwen looked at the middle-aged man standing in the darkness, still unable to believe his ears.

This kind of thing requires a bronze tripod from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, a nine-death horror grass, and thousands of people to die alive before it can be successfully arranged.

Because it was too filthy and evil, imperial tombs after the Tang and Song Dynasties no longer used it to protect the underground palace.

As far as he knew, there was no such thing in the entire Ming Tombs, including Zhu Yuanzhang's Xiaoling Tomb in Nanjing.

How could Deling have it?

"Haha! Old thief Feng, are you the only one worthy of being called the successor of Guanshan Taibao?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said: "In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, King Chuang came to Beijing. The Ming court treasure house lost the bronze cauldron of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. Some said it was taken away by King Chuang, some said it was destroyed in the war, and some said it was stolen by the palace. Eunuchs sell.”

"Actually, they were all taken away by your Feng family ancestors, but you don't know anything?"

Feng Shiwen's head exploded.

The seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty?

He finally thought of something and his eyes narrowed.

The seventeenth year of Chongzhen was the last year of the Ming Dynasty.

So much happened in that year.

Guanshan Taibao also disappeared from the temple.

"Friend, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Feng Shiwen couldn't bear it any longer.

Since we are enemies and not friends, why are we talking nonsense to each other?

The old man slowly gathered all his strength, always ready to kill with one blow.

Feeling the murderous intent coming from in front of him, the middle-aged man laughed coldly.

He still had his hands behind his back and said sternly: "Old thief Feng, I say this for the last time, you don't need to care who I am! Hand over the second half of Zhang Yan's biography, and I will spare your life."

"After all, if you die, wouldn't it be a pity that there would be no more mountain-watching Taibao in this world?"

"Are you looking for Zhang Yanchuan?"

Feng Shiwen laughed when he heard this, then his smile faded and he cursed with grief and anger.

"So you are from the country, and Ye Cheng sent you here?"

"If I don't give it to you, are you going to rob it openly?"

The other party shook his head and sneered coldly.

"Ye Cheng?"

"Haha, old thief, it looks like you're going to keep going around in circles with me even if I don't want half of your life!"

The middle-aged man finally stretched out his right hand that he had been carrying and thrust it into Feng Shiwen's face.

Feng Shiwen subconsciously raised his hand to block, placing his flesh palm horizontally to block the opponent's attack.

But when he saw the fingers of the opponent's right hand clearly, all the hairs on his body started to stand up.

"Two-finger caving?"

"You are actually Faqiu Tianguan!"