The tombs of the world are all negative.

No matter how clever the formation of this grassland is, it can't hide this.

Therefore, before Wu Daozi took this step, this tomb was extremely well covered by unknown formations, and the breath was almost not leaking, and it looked like it was exposed to the blazing sun, a bright place with no killing opportunities at all.

But how can there be such a good thing in the world?

One step out, the situation changes suddenly.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rushed to kill, and there was almost no battle killing technique in the world that was stronger than this evil aura.

The whole grassland, shrouded in mist, and on the top of the firmament, a huge pitch-black shadow shrouded down—

At the last moment.

Ning Yi took out the withered grass from his waist pouch...... The faint dark mist around him disintegrated with sneer as he took out the dead grass and lifted it.

Within three feet, a piece of purity was opened.

In the distance, the feminine general who pointed the tip of the arrow at Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, bleached lightly, let go of the finger of the twisted arrow, and another black line swept between heaven and earth.

The arrow broke through the mist, flashing an extremely narrow black line, and in an instant, shattered everything that stood in front of it. It was very unfortunate that the iron cavalry that stopped in the path of this arrow only turned his head slightly, and was shot to pieces without warning, and even the men and horses exploded all over the sky.

The power of this arrow, even if the monk exerts all his strength, it is impossible to stop it.

Horses' hooves gallop –

Throwing a spear on his back, the Yin soldier, who still maintained a posture of stretching his back, looked indifferent, and his eyes followed the spear into the distance.

The sound of the dome falling "whoosh" makes the scalp tingle.

The feminine general's arrow was shot, and the wind and thunder trembled.

The speed of the tip of the arrow was better than the sound, and the grass clippings flew sideways, and the whole land was cut out by the arrow path into a huge ravine, setting off two huge waves.

All the time froze -

The young man holding a piece of withered grass trembled all over, but only the five fingers that clutched the grass root were extremely firm.

All the yin qi in the world has a natural enemy.

Wu Daozi sat on the ground, looking at the grass clippings that were yellow and shriveled, slowly lit up, like the only light here.

His pupils were distracted, staring at the withered yellow grass clippings, and muttered, "The things of the great sun ......"

The arrow that hovered in front of Ning Yi's door, wrapped in wind and thunder, drilled out pitch-black cracks in the surrounding space, and its forward speed became "extremely slow", and the monstrous black mist was suppressed by the faint yang qi released from the withered yellow grass clippings, and finally unloaded all the strength, and smashed little by little outside the three-foot yang qi barrier in front of Ning Yi.

The Thing of the Great Sun.

Ning Yi was holding the grass clippings, his face was pale, he had previously suffered the impact of yin qi from all directions, and his bones were branded with a layer of yin aura, his blood was cold, and his limbs were also cold.

He was fighting for the vortex of fate and trying to ...... this grass clippings Send some divinity.

But grass clippings, it seems, don't need these divinities.

Rather, it works spontaneously.

Ning Yi knew before that this dry grass that was unintentionally pulled out by himself on the stone wall of the back mountain seemed unusual, but he studied it over and over again, and took it out of his waist bag from time to time to take a closer look, but he was still puzzled.

At this moment, when the Yin Evil Array was rushing to kill, this withered grass gave birth to an induction of its own, calling Ning Yi strongly, wanting to come out and "see" the world.

It's because of the Yin Evil Array, or this tomb

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Sake?

Ning Yi grabbed the withered grass, the monstrous black mist poured over, the whole world was dark, the sound of horses' hooves shook the eardrums, almost making Wu Daozi collapse, and the monk shouted with all his might: "You fuck ...... Can it hold on?!"

The extremely feminine general, his face sank, twisted up three slender arrows, put them on the bow, and shot at a gallop, and several other generals, the one in scarlet armor, had a mighty face, slapped the scabbard hanging on the waist with the palms of both hands, and the two long knives fell out of the sheath into his hand, dragging the knife from the battlefield, and the horse was high, and it was a knife cut down from dozens of zhang!

The knife qi rolled like thunder, tearing and smashing in the mist, smashing the ground and blowing up inch by inch.

Although the withered grass was humble, after being taken out by Ning Yi, he slowly straightened his back and raised his head.

Unlike other grass clippings in this savannah...... It had no intention of kneeling.

Perhaps the owner of this tomb has too strong a mind after death, and all the living things that come here will die, and all the dead things that come here will bow their heads...... Even if it's a grass, surrender.

So it caused the rebellion of this "dry grass".

It..... Perhaps, it is not a grass at all.

But whatever it is......

It will never bow its head.

The knife qi that came from the chopping shattered three feet away from the "Great Yang Thing", and the monk who was tightly hugging Ning Yi's thigh was stunned to see the three arrows that shot out one after another, and almost arrived in front of Ning Yi at the same time, hitting the general trend emitted by the grass clippings, and shattering himself, his face was dull, and he muttered: "What the hell is this...... What kind of fairy thing is this? The emperor doesn't have to give him face?"

"The emperor wants your life, do you want to give him face?" Ning Yi's face was ugly, and he kicked the monk who was holding his thigh and refused to let go, and said, "Hurry up...... Get out of the way!"

The monk laughed dryly, let go of Ning Yi's thighs, got up and looked at the broken treasures in the sky, resisted the urge to reach out and take back the broken arrows, looked at the empty hemp robe sleeves, and looked at the treasures that he was shattered by the previous arrow, the fragments were still floating and sinking in the mist, and his heart ached.

"The things of the great yang can suppress all the yin in the world. Wu Daozi's face was solemn, and he muttered: "The greater the identity of the owner of the tomb, the heavier the yin qi after death, and the more difficult it is to suppress it..... Where did a treasure like you come from, so that you can confront the dead emperor of the Great Sui?"

Ning Yi glanced at Wu Daozi and said, "I said I picked it up, do you believe it or not?"

Wu Daozi's expression was as complicated as eating.

Picked up??

"There's something here that stimulates it. Ning Yi's face was solemn, and he said: "It's not under my control, the Imperial Tomb is trying to suppress it, if it lowers its head...... Then we're done. ”

Wu Daozi hurriedly came back to his senses, he understood what Ning Yi meant, this big yang thing, even if it is against the sky, it is impossible to confront the majesty of the Great Sui Emperor, the yin qi in this tomb has been buried for an unknown number of years, the momentum of the yin soldiers in front is still rising, and the arrows of the general with a bow and arrows, one arrow is heavier than an arrow...... If you wait until the yin qi of the grassland fully recovers, this "big yang thing" can't bear it, then even if the gods come, they can't save themselves and Ning Yi.

"Yang Qi can only shelter within three feet, and the Dragon Seeking Sutra is not entangled by Yin Qi, it can operate......" Ning Yi let out a long breath of turbid air, he stared at the front, and said word by word: "You report to the party."

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I'll get out of the way!"

"Okay!" Wu Daozi was covered in cold sweat, he began to pinch the trick, the sky is unpredictable here, but under the opening up of the "Great Yang Thing", a glimmer of vitality really bloomed, the gossip spread out under his eyes was crumbling, his big sleeves were fluttering, the monk's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he looked at Ning Yi, gritted his teeth, and stopped talking.

"There's no time to hesitate. Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "If we don't report for the position, we will all die." ”

Wu Daozi gritted his teeth and said, "Nan Thirteen!"

Ning Yi closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Then open your eyes again.

In front of me was the gloomy fog that was galloping, and the pitch-black iron rider that kept rushing out of the fog, being engulfed, and rushing out again.

He clenched the withered grass and began to move slowly in the direction pointed out by Wu Daozi.

The large array of the tomb began to rotate slowly, and all the yin qi rose up in a monstrous manner, being led in one direction.

The heavens and the earth are dark, and only a dead grass can bloom into light.

The pitch-black iron knight covered in scarlet bones came with two swords, and the horse's hooves stepped high, stepping three feet away from the faint light of the withered grass, and splashed a pool of blood—

Ning Yi's face was pale, and his steps were steady and firm.

In front and rear, there are countless army of Yin soldiers.

Thousands of troops and horses collided together, flesh and blood flew sideways, and an extremely tragic picture unfolded in front of his eyes.

It's hell.

There is no direction, only the faint dragon search scripture talisman has become the last reliance.

"Singularity ......"

"Singularity ......"

Wu Daozi followed Ning Yi's side, he grabbed the back of Ning Yi's black robe with both hands, the three-foot range was extremely narrow, just around his shirt, occasionally skimming out the edge of the robe beyond the light, and when it fell back, only a piece of embers remained.

The grasshopper shook the tree, and the slow progress of the two people was like a bright light standing in the night.

The ancient Great Sui general wearing a double knife had a hideous face, roared and slashed down, the knife exploded, the withered grass trembled for the first time, the light trembled, and even the general who hit the withered grass barrier with people and horses did not smash Ning Yi's "Great Yang Thing", but crashed into a puddle of mist and flesh and blood, and shattered with scorn.

A person is like a lonely city.

The collision of thousands of troops and horses could not stop Ning Yi's advance in the slightest.

Holding the withered grass, his face pale, his eyes resolute, he walked step by step into the distance.

There's a glimmer of light there.

Far away.

Slowly getting closer.

Behind the two people, the long series of straight lines, dripping with blood, the yin fog boiling, countless yin soldiers went forward one after another, crashing into the light.

Wu Daozi's face turned pale and muttered, "Damn it...... Is that a singularity?"

Ning Yi didn't speak, only felt a trace of hoarseness and dryness in his throat.

He stared at the faint light.

The only way to get out of here is the light.

And on this grassland, there is an eternal night, the world is dark, and the only one that shines is ...... It's the coffin in the middle of the prairie.

The Dragon Sutra and the Doubtful Dragon Sutra, if the two scriptures are combined, as long as they do not violate the taboo at the bottom of the tomb, then even if it is an imperial tomb...... You can also get out of the way.

But at the bottom of the tomb, the biggest taboo is to touch the coffin of the tomb owner.

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