It's Wang Yan!

Wang Yan, a feng shui master known as a ghost eye and a disciple of Xie Yuting with a divine eye, how could he be here?

His goal is to-

Cao Cao's skeletal head!

At this moment, it was really a desperate situation for Yang Qiao.

The front and back were surrounded by sword light, and a strong enemy jumped above to snatch Cao Cao's bones.

This skeleton has the remnants of Cao Wei's dragon vein, and it must be of great value, so it will attract many people to covet it.

There is no way to go to the sky, there is no way to enter the earth, and trapped in this nirvana, Yang Qiao seems to have no other way.

Just at the moment when the sword light fell and Wang Yan's iron claws were grasped, Ma Xiaoling screamed silently, the third uncle and Mai Zhengyi shouted in distraction, Liu Xiaofeng sighed deeply, and Liu Chaoyang's face was solemn, and everyone saw Yang Qiao's body sinking down.

This is......

The position of the coffin suddenly flipped, and Yang Qiao, along with Cao Cao's sarcophagus, was taken underground by the flap mechanism and disappeared.

Boom!

All the Japanese swords slashed into the clearing, and a burst of sparks erupted.

In its place, only a rough stone slab remained.

……

There was smoke in front of me.

Yang Qiao's mood slowly calmed down from the previous shock. He heard his own breathing, and the sound of his own heartbeat, all of which was especially evident in the silence of the smoke.

After a long time, he saw a little light.

This light emanates from a person.

Chasing this light, Yang Qiao took a few steps forward, and his breathing became a little rapid.

This light came from the sarcophagus in front of him, and the bones of Cao Cao were lying there!

At that moment just now, it was indeed extremely dangerous, but Yang Qiao happened to find that there was a mechanism hidden in the sarcophagus, and he didn't know what the mechanism did, he just gambled in a dangerous situation, and he didn't expect to send himself to the coffin underground, let alone Cao Cao's coffin.

What I didn't expect was that in this smoke, Cao Cao's bones actually glowed.

The surroundings were dark, looking at the glowing corpse bones, Yang Qiao's heart gave birth to an inexplicable strange feeling.

Everything in front of me is full of fear of the unknown.

Yang Qiao quickly calmed down, although the glow of the bones was very weird, but Cao Cao had been dead for more than 1,800 years, so he should ...... There shouldn't be any corpse changes, after all, the bones are rotten.

Just as he was thinking this, the pupils of his eyes suddenly contracted.

He saw that the white bones in the coffin sat up, how was this possible?

The white miserable bones emitted a miserable green light, and they sat like this, as if there were two ghost fires beating in the eyes of the smoke cave.

Yang Qiao's eyes saw the green firelight, and his whole body was shocked.

This is......

This is Cao Cao?!

The severed skull was gradually covered with a layer of wriggling flesh as the light flickered, and blood vessels and fascia grew on the white bones like earthworms.

In his nose, he seemed to smell a smell of blood.

The process was quick, and in almost a few breaths, the white bones turned into a bloody "flesh man" with no skin.

This terrifying picture, even if he was as bold as Yang Qiao, he almost couldn't help but want to scream.

It's hard to control the fear in your heart.

Almost instantly, the fleshy and wriggling body was covered with yellowish skin, then clothing, and finally, he stood up from the sarcophagus.

It was a short, stout man, wearing a golden crown on his head, his face was covered with flesh and smoke, and his eyes flashed with a fierce blood-red light in the darkness of smoke.

He was wearing a smoky python robe, trimmed with red, tied with a gold belt around his waist, and a long sword hanging diagonally.

This man is ...... Cao Cao?!

Yang Qiao felt that his heart was about to stop.

Although he had seen Zeng Hou Yi come back from the dead in the tomb of Zeng Hou Yi before, the environment at that time was very different from now, and he was accompanied by a large group of partners.

Could it be that Cao Cao was really resurrected?

No, that's not right......

Cao Cao held the long sword in his hand, staring in one direction, and from there, a person slowly walked in.

It was a green-shirted scribe with three wisps of smoke under his chin, and the whole person looked handsome and extraordinary.

His temperament was dusty, and even in the face of Emperor Cao Cao of Wei, he did not have the slightest sense of fear, but naturally walked in front of Cao Cao.

"It's been more than a thousand years, can't King Wei's soul rest in peace?"

The green-shirted scribe sighed, his eyes flashing with a light deeper and more complex than the galaxy.

"What do you want?" Cao Cao's voice was as sharp as the night, and his voice was full of anger.

"Now that you're dead, you should sleep well and stop doing those meaningless things. ”

The green-shirted scribe gently pointed to Cao Cao with his right hand: "Sleep." ”

It's also strange to say, as he pointed out, Cao Cao's eyebrows immediately rotted, revealing the blood-red wriggling muscles inside, and the wound was constantly spreading, as if an invisible devil was gnawing at Cao Cao's body.

Cao Cao's domineering and domineering face immediately showed a sense of horror: "No! Who are you? Aren't you afraid that I will destroy the nine clans ......of you?"

The green-shirted scribe smiled faintly and said meaningfully: "The times are different, King Wei, please sleep for a long time, if you want to find me, remember my name, in the next Daming, Liu Ji!"

Bang~!

There was a thunderbolt in the sky.

Cao Cao's body decayed and collapsed at this moment, turning into a pile of white bones and falling.

And Yang Qiao was also at this moment, stunned like a wooden chicken.

Liu Ji, Liu Bowen!!

The light around him faded like a tide, Yang Qiao was drenched in cold sweat, he looked around, and found that Cao Cao's sarcophagus was in front, there was no Cao Cao resurrection, there was no Liu Bowen, everything fell into eternal silence.

He knew that what he saw just now was not an illusion, but the information left over from a battle hundreds of years ago, which was "seen" by his own heavenly eye.

Liu Ji had been here before, and he had put the resurrected Cao Cao to rest here.

This...... What's going on here?

Even if Yang Qiao has a great vision and is familiar with all the secrets of the feng shui world, even a great feng shui master like Lu Weijiu, a great feng shui master from the Eastern Jin Dynasty 1,600 years ago, can accept it, but for what he saw just now, he still can't believe it for a long time.

He faintly felt that everything Liu Ji did in this tomb must have extraordinary significance.

Liu Ji has been here, no wonder the Qingtian Liu clan would think that there would be his dragon slaying sword in this Cao Cao tomb.

It is not impossible to infer from the information you see.

Cao Cao also wanted to come back from the dead?

It is not surprising that the rulers of the Chinese dynasties, after their power reached the extreme of the world, all longed for immortality and longed to enjoy this power forever.

Therefore, throughout the ages, countless emperors and powerful people have embarked on the road of seeking immortals.

From the first emperor of the ages, Qin Shi Huang, to Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, to the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, all of them are like this, without exception.

It's just that Yang Qiao still has a question in his heart, what did Liu Bowen come here for? It is impossible for him to find the operation method against Cao Cao in Cao Cao's tomb for no reason and break his immortal secret technique.

Why, exactly?

There must be a secret hidden behind the scenes that you don't know.

What exactly is Liu Bowen's motive?

Yang Qiao's mind kept spinning thoughts, thoughts were like a tide, his forehead was soon covered with fine beads of sweat, he felt that he was already very close to the truth, so close that he could catch it as long as he stretched out his hand.

The truth may only be a layer of paper.

Just as he was about to grasp that little bit of light, suddenly, a voice came from the smoke and woke him up.

"Papapa~"

It's a round of applause from one person.

Yang Qiao looked in the direction of the sound vigilantly, and then, he saw a person slowly walking from the smoke secretly.

It was dark all around, but it couldn't stop Yang Qiao's gaze.

In his current realm, he can see many details clearly even in the smoke.

Then he saw a young man in a smoking coat, standing next to Cao Cao's coffin, smiling at him.

That familiar evil smile made Yang Qiao blurt out: "Wang Ting!"

No matter how much imagination you have, you would never have thought that there would be a living person other than yourself under this dark machine, and it was also a royal court.

When and how did he get here?

Yang Qiao couldn't think about it, but slowly retreated.

Wang Ting, the evil feng shui master Wang Ting, the descendant of the two major valves of the Xie family and the Wang family in the past, is also the inheritor of Xie An's feng shui secret art.

His appearance often represents death and foreboding.

Just when Yang Qiao was on guard, Wang Ting spoke. His voice was deep and magnetic, like a kind friend whispering in his ear.

"Yang Qiao, I really admire you a little, you can actually do this step, and even the secret room designed by Liu Bowen back then was found by you, hehe, you are really my lucky star. ”

Yang Qiao swallowed dryly, feeling extremely nervous.

Wang Ting had snatched a dragon vein from Zhang Dingbian's ancient tomb last time, and he appeared this time, was it also for the dragon vein? Could it be that like Abe Jinyue, he wanted to scavenge the remaining dragon vein qi from Cao Cao's corpse?

Just as he was thinking this, his eyes suddenly widened.

He saw it, Wang Ting stretched out his hand, grabbed Cao Cao's head from the sarcophagus, held it on his right hand and threw it gently, and then closed it with five fingers.

Smack!

In the past, he swept through the Three Kingdoms, and the head of Cao Cao, the martial emperor of Wei Wu who dominated the world, was shattered between his fingers and turned into a pile of white bone fragments and fell down.

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