"What should I do?"

Wu Daozi's eyes were red, staring at Ning Yi, and he squeezed out of his throat word by word and asked, "Ning Yi...... What to do?"

The two of them were in the center of the monstrous black fog, and countless iron horses collided outside the grass clippings, and the yin qi splashed, and the sparks burst out.

An ancient general rode on horseback, driving the flying sword, giving birth to a small flying sword with a rusty body and pitch black, dense like locusts crossing the border, around Ning Yi's three-foot radius crazy chisel, crackling and splashing, this general held a huge black box in his arms, the box was full of three-foot flat long swords, the horse's back was bumpy, but the upper body was as stable as Mount Tai, and the generals who bound the heavy armor and scales were different, he was draped in a pitch-black python robe, his bearing was calm, and he kept flicking his sleeves and fingers, like a piano to hit out the flying sword lying quietly in the box, a three-foot long sword was like a narrow streamer, and when it flew out, it split in a streamlined manner, like a majestic rain that hung down the sky, pierced through the chest armor of the soldiers who were blocking in front, and after absorbing blood, it turned into a stream of scarlet blood light, shooting at Ning Yi and Wu Daozi continuously.

The heavier the oppression, the more vigorous the yang energy of the grass clippings will be.

Ning Yi didn't feel how burdened he was, and the scarlet sword qi that was thousands long was shattered and bloomed when it hit the yang qi, and he couldn't stop himself from moving forward.

But the mental pressure is mounting.

The endless black grassland is a dead end in both forward and backward directions.

"Let's go!"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, his back was still extremely straight, and at this moment, Wu Daozi's spirit had already slackened a little.

The danger of the imperial tomb is much more fierce than the bottom of the tomb of Ying Tianfu.

The tomb of the academy, although those prohibitions are fierce and take people's lives, at least there is a way to retreat, and they can be spent safely without triggering, as long as they do not touch the treasures.

But this ruthless lord in the imperial mausoleum, who didn't know how to rule the world back then, was so fierce after his death that all those who stepped into the mausoleum had to die!

The only singularity is set on top of the coffin!

Even if you have the power, he wants to see you in the coffin...... If he can really escape from here, Wu Daozi's heart will also be branded with a huge shadow.

Ning Yi stared at the light emitted by the coffin, his face was expressionless, and the more pressure he felt...... The straighter his back became.

This familiar sense of coercion, he experienced it in Ganye Temple.

Is this the so-called imperial power?

Xu Zang said countless rules, rules and regulations, the biggest one.

Ning Yi carried the fine snow in one hand and the withered grass in the other, moving slowly and firmly.

Thousands of troops and horses collided with each other, and they were all shattered.

This scarlet path, stretching slowly.

All the way to the coffin.

That faint light does not shine in the eternal night.

But if it weren't for the withered grass in Ning Yi's hand, this would be the only light in the night.

Wu Daozi's legs were already a little weak, not because of him, even if this grass clip blocked most of the coercion, the remaining royal remnants still poured on Ning Yi and Wu Daozi's heads.

Walking to the back, these Yin soldiers did not dare to charge again, and the screaming sound was behind Ning Yi, Yue

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The farther it goes, the smaller it gets...... These Yin soldiers fought for the Great Sui Emperor during their lifetimes, and they knew the tyrannical impermanence of this master, and they liked to be quiet, but how could they dare to be disobedient and disturb the peace around the coffin after death?

In the black mist, there was a dead silence.

The owner of the tomb in the coffin, his temperament was extremely tyrannical during his lifetime, and he liked to be quiet and alone when he had nothing to do, and he still did so after death, this tomb is on the vast grassland, no one has stepped on it for thousands of years, and it has been an extremely quiet place.

If anyone dares to offend.

Then there is death and no life.

Ning Yi stood in front of the coffin, his face calm.

Wu Daozi pinched his nose and didn't dare to speak, and he still held a soundproofing note in his sleeve robe that was not low-ranked, he didn't know if this kind of "inferior formation" in the eyes of the emperor could have a soundproofing effect at this moment. The tomb owner liked tranquility before his death, if he spoke by himself, was detected by the emperor's will remaining here, or was recognized as a "noisy sound" by an unknown formation, triggering the lore in front of the coffin, whether the "Great Yang Thing" in Ning Yi's hand could be stopped, or ......

Walking in the world's most cathode, fierce and extremely precious places, you must be cautious and careful.

The two people looked at each other, and the Dragon Sutra in the sleeve robe began to look for the "singularity" on the coffin, the material of this coffin was extremely precious, Ning Yi couldn't recognize it, his eyes fell on Wu Daozi, who also shook his head, indicating that he hadn't seen it.

The two did not dare to touch the coffin, and it seemed that the texture of this coffin was like a fusion of gold and iron and wood, with a coldness...... You don't have to test it to know that the material of this coffin is absolutely extraordinary, and I am afraid that fine snow will not be able to chop and work, and it is difficult to cut traces of the highest rank sword weapons in the world.

"This tomb owner...... It reminds me of a great being I once saw in the ancient books of Purple Mountain. ”

Holding the soundproof talisman, Wu Daozi cautiously spoke, the formation of this coffin did not seem to be so strong, and it did not trigger the killing formation, he breathed a sigh of relief, and it was still a very light voice: "Fighting in the vast grassland, the iron cavalry under his command is extremely fierce, tyrannical by nature, and likes to be quiet...... In the annals of the Great Sui, there is no emperor who meets this condition......"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

"But there is a special being......"

"The Lionheart King of the North 2,000 years ago. Wu Daozi stared at this coffin, the great existence lying in it has been closed for a long time, there is no trace of carving on the coffin, the crimson coffin texture, like the mane of a lion, inhabited is a never-ending beating ambition.

"The inverted hanging sea once broke out a huge war of demon cultivation across the border, they crossed the depleted ocean, came to the tundra plateau in the north, at that time the emperor of Tiandu had not yet been established, and there was nothing to be done in the face of war, it was the Lionheart King in the north who pacified the war. ”

"King Lionheart returned to the Imperial City and sat on the throne under the crowd...... Known as the 'Lionheart Emperor'. Then he soon died, in the midst of history's unjustified deluge. Wu Daozi stared at the coffin, his voice was extremely soft, as if he saw the man lying inside, who left an extremely strong mark in history: "It is said that King Lionheart died in the coup d'état of the Li family, he flowed the blood of the emperor, sat on the throne of righteousness and conquest, followed by countless robes, but was plotted by the rebels behind him and fell off the throne....... The final dark years

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As the months passed, his supporters once again seized the power and built the imperial tomb for him, so that he could sleep in the heavenly capital, but in fact, many people felt that this was a ridiculous rumor, because the body of the Lionheart King should have been damaged by the haters. ”

"King Lionheart was emperor for a short time......" Ning Yi frowned and muttered, "He was buried here after he died?"

"I'm afraid so......" Wu Daozi nodded, he said with a solemn face: "The Lionheart King and the big man behind the Purple Mountain once intersected, he was once seriously injured and came to the Purple Mountain for refuge, when his life was dying, he once sought the Tao from the mountain lord at that time, hoping to reverse death with the forbidden technique of life and death, and take revenge on the betrayed rebels, but in the end it ended in failure." The king of the north was rehabilitated many years after his death, and it is no longer known what happened in those years. ”

Ning Yi had heard of King Lionheart.

This great cultivator who suppressed demon cultivation in the north was praised and slandered by the world, and the world put on him the crown of "King of the North", as well as the titles of "tyrant" and "killer".

"This is a relatively remote area of the Imperial Tomb...... It's hard to imagine what other Great Sui emperors, those who reigned long enough and were able to build tombs meticulously, would consolidate their formations after death. Wu Daozi turned back with palpitations, and muttered: "The tomb of the Lionheart King, the killing qi is too heavy, this is still cast by later generations, if he can sit in the heavenly capital for a longer time, like Taizong today, I am afraid that you, the great yang thing, will not be able to stop the yin qi of the formation." ”

Ning Yi also sighed in his heart.

The tomb of this Lionheart King is indeed very large, if these Yin soldiers can be taken outside, Ying Tianfu doesn't know if they can resist the evil qi and kill?

Such an imperial mausoleum, free from the emperor's mausoleum in the official history of the Great Sui, in the unknown world, becomes a cave of its own, life and death are filled by the luck of the outside world, luck and feng shui, are excellent places.

How many dragon veins does Tiandu have to gather to bury so many big people?

It's just that feng shui takes turns, tombs raise people, people raise tombs, these famous royal cultivators during their lifetimes, the aftermath of death is still there, the majesty of the Lionheart King is still spread for two thousand years after his death, and the practitioners in the north often recite a sentence "My king blesses", and before resisting the demon war, they will recite a sentence "Martial Fortune Prosperity", which is all because of him.

The deduction of the Dragon Sutra was carried out with a small half-column of incense.

The formation outside had not dissipated, and several red-eyed generals were sitting on horseback, waiting for the two tomb robbers who broke into King Lionheart to step out of the clear range of the coffin and kill them in one fell swoop.

The evil aura enveloped Ning Yi and Wu Daozi.

The withered grass swayed, and its glow was always faint, and it was always the same, so that one could not help but worry that it would be dissipated by the evil qi the next moment.

The final deduction results are in......

The cold sweat behind Wu Daozi was wet and dry, dry and wet, and when he stepped into this coffin, he had already guessed that things would not be too good.

He said hoarsely: "Ning Yi...... I've found the 'singularity'. ”

The monk gritted his teeth, stared at the crimson coffin, and said with difficulty: "Singularity...... In this coffin. ”

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