"Who dares to trespass on His Majesty's mausoleum!"

"Quickly retreat, or you will not be spared!"

Just when the Confucian people stepped forward, holding bamboo slips, ready to mobilize the heroic righteousness in the air.

Those white-boned warriors suddenly separated, revealing one of the general figurines wearing general armor with a resolute face, like a clay figurine, and what was even more strange was that the clay figurines with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes.

As his mouth opened and closed, bits and pieces of faience slid down his cheeks, revealing the bandage-black skin inside.

"Hurry back!"

"Hugh wants to disturb His Majesty's mausoleum!"

With the reprimand of the general's mud chrysalis, the ground of the cemetery suddenly rolled, and the figurines of the painted soldiers suddenly rose from the ground, looking at everyone with solemn faces, and their eyes flashed with fierce light.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The entire tomb is like an awakened barracks.

The ceramic figurines holding longbows bent abruptly, and the arrows fired from clay were pulled into the shape of curved bows.

There were also soldiers with long scythes in their hands, standing on top of the huge, bone-drawn bronze chariots. The face is resolute to form a battle formation...

"What is this?"

Everyone watched as they drilled out of the ground one by one, like puppets carved from wood and stone, and their faces suddenly changed. Some people opened their mouths wide, tapped their fingers, and their eyes showed shock and abruptness:

"Warriors!"

"It turned out to be a figurine accompanying the burial of the general!"

"I heard that after the emperor died, he would use a large number of soldiers, chariots, and horses to be martyred, and follow them to fight in the underworld. ”

"I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect everything to be true. ”

"What!"

"These turned out to be generals!"

When the others heard his exclamation, their eyes suddenly showed a look of disbelief.

The figurines are made of faience and look no different from real people.

But their craftsmanship is very cruel...

A few years before his death, the emperor would select loyal but physically strong soldiers in the army, train them in special training, and take a large number of special medicines every day.

When the emperor was dying, these people would be made into terracotta figurines by craftsmen for burial.

Because the process is very cruel, every terracotta figurine is full of resentment. Become a tool that only kills.

In the past, they thought that this was just a legend, or it was used to intimidate tomb robbers, or the work of people with bad intentions, but they never expected that they would see the existence of the military figurines with their own eyes today.

"Hongzi!"

"These figurines are weird!"

"But you can also be restrained by Haoran's righteousness, and please ask Mr. to take action!"

Seeing that the generals and white bone warriors gathered together to form a large formation, Hong Xuanji not only did not retreat, but stepped forward lightly.

It seems that as he just said, no matter how many unjust souls and no matter how many white bones there are, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs in his eyes.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

As if feeling the disdain in Hong Xuanji's eyes, the face of the figurines suddenly became distorted, and I saw him take out a long knife and raise it at Hong Xuanji.

With his movements, one by one the figurines suddenly changed their postures. The bowstring tauted, and long arrows were fired, leaving scratches in the air.

Chirp!

Chirp!

Chirp!

Looking at the flying rocks like locusts in the sky, and the white bones that are as dense as ants all over the sky, everyone can't help but feel a chill in their backs, and those who have dense phobias feel a little uncomfortable in their stomachs.

However, Hong Xuanji, who was surrounded by flying stones, did not have any worry or fear on his face, but had a faint arrogance and disdain.

"Could it be that the strength of the Great Grandmaster is really that strong?"

The commander of the power watched Hong Xuanji's expression change, and a trace of doubt couldn't help but rise in his heart.

"In the current world, is the Great Grandmaster really an invincible existence?"

"Even in the face of countless bone soldiers and clay sculptures, can you still look indifferent?"

Not only did the commander be puzzled, but others also had some doubts in their hearts.

After all, although everyone has heard of the name of the Great Grandmaster, they have never seen the Great Grandmaster make a move.

No one knows how strong the Great Grandmaster's strength is.

To say, the only one in the crowd who is not confused is probably the Oneiroi machine who incarnates Ma Liang.

He and Hong Xuanji are both friends and enemies.

As the saying goes: the person who really knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy.

I'm afraid that in this world, only he knows best how strong Hong Xuanji's strength is.

Therefore, although the posture in front of him looked terrifying, the Oneiroi Machine did not think that Hong Xuanji could not cope with it.

On the contrary, he was a little suspicious in his heart.

The Great Qian Dynasty mobilized so much strength and paid enough price, asking Hong Xuanji to go out of the mountain, is it really for those dragon corpses?

Is it really for those dragon qi kingdoms that have been sealed for hundreds of years?

Although the dragon qi and the national ancestor are very important to the current stormy Daqian, for some reason, there are always some doubts in the heart of the Oneiroi machine.

It seems that the drunkard of the Qiandi plate does not mean to drink.

Thinking of this, the beads that he had wanted to get out of his hands were once again retracted into his sleeves, and his eyes were full of a look of good show.

"Zi said: There are friends from afar, don't you say it!"

"Zi said: People don't know and are not ashamed, aren't they also gentlemen?"

Zi said: 。。。。。 ”

As a thunderous thunderbolt of holy words and hadiths fell from Hong Xuanji's mouth, the aura in the air suddenly gathered and rolled. And a huge whirlpool is formed. It's like a huge storm.

The majestic righteousness is like ripples on the surface of the lake, with Hong Xuanji's body as the center, constantly spreading around.

These heroic righteousness are very strong, as strong as the waves of the sea.

Whether it is a white bone warrior or a general figurine draped in clay sculptures on the outside of their bodies, as long as they are touched by this white qi that symbolizes Haoran, they will collapse like dominoes in an instant.

It is also strange to say that those white bones that could have been resurrected infinitely, under the righteousness of Haoran, seem to have been buried for hundreds of years and have lost all their vitality. In an instant, it turned into ashes and disappeared into nothingness.

。。。

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The white bone warriors and the general figurines collapsed with a bang in the mighty righteousness of the sky.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they looked at the clean, mirror-like venue in front of them in disbelief.

"Is this the strength of the Great Grandmaster?"

"Just now, it was all over the sky, and the white bones like ants disappeared in an instant!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

Just when everyone sighed in their hearts, the two tightly closed doors seemed to open in an instant as if some kind of force was impacting.

However, what is surprising is that looking at the door that suddenly opened, Hong Xuanji's face not only did not have a look of joy, but there was a faint worry in his eyes.

It was as if some unknown danger was approaching fast.