Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan, Zhang Shaorong, and Dong Yuefeng fell into the mechanism, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on everyone's heads. Everyone calmed down from the excitement of finding the real Mohist inheritance. This is not where they have been before. relics.

This is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, the final resting place of the emperor who made great achievements in the age of gods.

It has the last trace of the Mohist school, and has a mechanism that is enough to be recorded in the historical records.

Leave some people here, and the rest will explore.

Keep in touch, everyone be careful.

The Taoist who granted the five thunders talisman mobilized his breath and finally realized something was wrong. There seemed to be a strange force suppressing their practice methods. Moreover, this was the mausoleum of the First Emperor after all, and there was a huge amount of yin energy accumulated here.

His five thunders were greatly suppressed.

Most of the rest of the monks also discovered this, but they still chose to move forward. The Taoist was silent for a while, nodded, and led the researchers who strongly demanded, and the practitioners from the two lines of the Wang family and the Li family, to slowly go. forward.

Be vigilant along the way, use talismans and magic weapons for free.

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

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

Everyone's heart sank, they took out modern devices such as mobile phones, and found that these devices could not be used, as if the electronic components had lost their functions, Wang Guanghe silently counted his steps, and his heart sank.

They have now traveled the width of the real Chang'an city.

But this underground palace tomb built in the style of Chang'an City has not gone through this section yet?

This is not normal.

Is it the Mohist mechanism?

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

And just when he was feeling uneasy, the front line of sight suddenly opened up, but compared with the part he had just walked through, the dug was deeper. The person walking in front staggered and almost fell down, but everyone's mood suddenly relaxed. .

Come out!

But when they stood at this newly arrived place, their expressions changed. It was vast. The first feeling was that the vast, boundless and vast front was not at all the level that a mausoleum can have. 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 where soldiers were ordered.

And behind them, they crossed such a long burial tomb, the front army, the middle army, the rear army, the left wing, the right wing, I don’t know how many independent burial tombs, recalling at this moment, they are basically formed legions one after another. Terracotta Warriors, waiting in front of Xianyang City.

how many?

tens of thousands?

Or hundreds of thousands?

Wang Guanghe felt a chill down his spine, and the hairs on his neck stood up. They were between the Qin Army and Xianyang City, on the battlefield where soldiers were ordered. The murderous intent hidden in history made his heart speed up. beat.

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

scattered suddenly.

Ahead is the mausoleum in the true sense, where Qin Shihuang is really located. Even the candles are lit with the ointment of the mermaid clan, which is almost extinct in modern times and is hard to see. If there is a basis for cooperation before, then after seeing After the Mohist classics, no one knows what will be in the real inner city.

No one wants to be left behind.

The Taoist just protected most of the researchers.

Instead, he retreated back, but found that after stepping here, there was no way to go back again. His face sank, and thoughts turned wildly in his mind. This is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and there are mountains, rivers, lakes, sun, moon and stars inside, forming a whole world of its own. world.

It seems that it is almost impossible to get out.

And here, in the lower veins of the earth, there are the bodies of the kings after death, as well as countless Qin soldiers and warriors, as well as craftsmen who were buried with them. Yes, I am afraid that the spells of ghosts will be improved.

Wang Guanghe rushed to the Xianyang city gate first.

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

Covered in armor and holding a huge halberd, he was silent and solemn, with a murderous aura soaring into the sky.

Wang Guanghe took out the command and shouted angrily:

I am a descendant of Marquis Wu Cheng, so I ordered you to intercept the people behind and open the city gate.

I want to meet His Majesty!

Everyone was instantly anxious.

This is to monopolize!

The eyes of the two golden men opened.

Raise your weapon.

The chilling howling sound rose, like the roar of a ferocious tiger, one left and one right, criss-crossing and falling, the cold light spread out calmly like the hoarfrost of autumn, with a sense of coldness, for a moment, everyone felt Feeling cold all over his body, his movements froze for a while, but Wang Guanghe, who was rushing forward, suddenly paused.

Throwing backwards heavily.

Blood gushed out from his back, and the general order was thrown out and fell to the ground.

Wang Guanghe hit the ground heavily.

Blood fell on the ground, staining the white sand red.

The atmosphere of the crowd froze.

Immediately, unanswerable questions arose, why, why did the command that was 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 has an effect on the twelve golden men outside.

For the twelve golden men guarding the underground palace, it has no effect.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

But at this time, the group of monks who were able to fall behind before remained calm, and the leader mocked: The Wang family of Langya has really fallen. When I came to the emperor's mausoleum, I didn't prepare in advance. There is a heavy yin here. , the 2,200-year-old Earth Qi continues to be unsuitable for ordinary people to fight at all.

The fact that you can display 30% of your strength is already the result of hard work in your daily practice.

Unless, ghost repair.

The monk was talking, and the weapon in his hand had already been placed on the ground. It was densely packed and covered with a kind of array. They even recognized the weapon immediately.

This is the Han sword?!

No, it's Sword and Shield!

If Wei Yuan was here, he would be able to recognize the particularity of these two weapons.

This is something similar to the Nine Scepters.

If it is a hero who has gone through life and death, the weapons he holds will be contaminated with the remnants of the true spirit of these heroes in the long-term battle and experience, which contains the past, memory, emotion, and fighting, accompanied by deep commands.

The pair of swords and shields light up.

The gust of wind blew up, and at the cost of completely exhausting all the remnants of the true spirit in this weapon in one breath, the people who had lived in the past were able to appear briefly, and the pupils of the Taoist Wuleilu shrank slightly. There was a hoarse and low singing.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying...

Vega at home and back home.

Andre the Warrior, guard the Quartet!

The voice is rough and bold.

Finally swept the storm with a shield, this wind song spread widely, but no one has ever heard someone who can sing this song so boldly and so sadly, holding a Han sword, with thick eyebrows, Wuyanghou of the big man, once Hongmenyan personally faced Fan Kuai, who faced the overlord, appeared here in a way similar to raising soldiers and horses and Yin gods.

It's not the real Marquis Wuyang, but the remnants of pure combat experience and strength.

Behind them appeared the soldiers and horses bred by the method of raising soldiers and horses.

Fan Kui's eyes were indifferent, and he watched the two Daqin Jinren, holding swords and shields, attacking them head-on.

He raised his shield and held a Han sword in his hand. His singing voice was rough and harsh, but no one could utter a word of ridicule. There was the life of the real Fan Kuai, his aspirations and achievements, and now there was no one who swore to protect him all his life. A man like a fearless beast.

One of the Daqin Jinren was repelled alive.

The golden man of the Great Qin, facing the famous founding general of the Great Han.

Everyone's scalps were numb, and they tried their best to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

And at this time, another similar wave of supernatural power overflowed, and the true cultivator turned his eyes to look, and only saw an afterimage in his eyes, that was a weapon, yes, a weapon——

A broken gun!

………

Xiang Hongyu opened the door.

When he saw outside the door, there was a woman in red who looked like a poppy.

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

But before he could speak, he suddenly let out a muffled snort, as if something exploded in his ears, and Xiang Hongyu's eyes went dark. With his strength and character, he fell into a coma in front of a strange woman.

Before passing out, he heard voices.

The sound of gun blades.

There is also as if, as if the call has been heard thousands of times.

…………

Among the Mohist institutions in the imperial mausoleum.

A broken long spear shot out, like Beichen splitting the sky, the spear directly enveloped the two Great Qin Jinren and the Han Wuyanghou, unreasonable, overbearing, and the two Great Qin Jinren were repelled. Fan Kui took a few steps back, and the battle that was so fierce that everyone was terrified was separated in a blink of an eye.

There was a dead silence.

Like the reappearance of the legend.

The war horse walked with graceful steps.

And the man in black armor held a long spear, his back straight.

A 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 the Heavenly Control from Dongying stepped on the waves of the East China Sea. Yu Ji found Xiang Hongyu following the connection of the Overlord's Spear Blade. Hou Fankuai, the onlookers held their breaths—like the last history and legends of the Age of Gods reappeared, the heroes of the world fought each other.

Only the winner can step into Xianyang.

And this time,

General Zhonglang, who held the halberd in the Great Qin Dynasty, opened his eyes.

PS: The third update today...

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

How should I write so that I can have that taste, this feeling of tension, go to bed and finish writing tomorrow.

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