Meng Yi knelt in front of the fourth dragon pillar with his sword, surrounded by the corpses of Qin figurines and the scarred soldiers of the elite regiment.

Due to Zhao Gao's betrayal, the Qin army was defeated, and even if Meng Yi went out again, he couldn't stop the defeat.

Similarly, it was extremely difficult for the elite team to break through Meng Yi's defense.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard is like the Great Wall, which looks crumbling, but he can't be killed. And all those who thought they could kill him with a little more effort paid a heavy price.

Just like now, Meng Yi was half-kneeling with his sword, but no one stepped forward to attack him. Because those who are qualified to come forward have no strength.

The sound of battle in the rear was getting closer and closer, and the elite charioteers of the Qin army led by Meng Tian were approaching step by step. The summoners had almost exhausted their summons and had to retreat step by step.

No time to waste.

Xiang Ningxuan slowly stepped forward with the Trapping Immortal Sword. After destroying the third dragon pillar, the pressure on the First Emperor increased suddenly, and the pressure on Xiang Ningxuan was naturally less. Therefore, he has the spare strength to go out in person.

Persuasion or something is completely an insult to Meng Yi. The greatest tribute to a loyal defender is to let him die a glorious death.

"Hum~"

The crescent moon twin blades shot out at the same time, attacking Meng Yi from the left and right sides respectively.

The Tai'a sword is powerful and consumes a lot. Meng Yi controlled the sword of Weidao as a guard, which was already very reluctant, but now he had changed back to his original sword.

Meng Yi made a lightning shot to pick the crescent moon twin blades away, and the middle lane greeted him with galloping war horses and grade horse lances. Using a horse lance more than two meters long against a long sword is simply bullying. Even if he withdrew his sword and returned to defense, he couldn't stop Xiang Ningxuan's sprint.

Meng Yi was picked up by the horse lance, and crashed backwards into the dragon pillar, as if he was hung up by the horse lance.

Draw your lance, draw your sword!

With a flash of golden light, the Trap Sword slashed down the wound Connor had left behind.

"Whew!" The head hit the ground, and the eyes were still open, but the light was fading. The loyal guards have finally fallen.

Xiang Ningxuan dismounted and picked up the Tai'a sword, put away a trace of melancholy, and pressed his hand to the fourth dragon pillar.

This time, you don't need Feng Qingru to help, just mobilize the military qi to defeat the dragon shadow on the dragon pillar.

As the psionic light on the Beaulieu Pillar faded, its connection with the soul plane was also interrupted. Although the four dragon pillars were not all, they were enough to shake the structure of the entire dungeon circle.

An icy aura of death swept through, and the power impact of the mirror image of the dungeon hanging alone in the soul plane was crumbling in the underworld, just like a house in a typhoon that had been knocked out by someone and could collapse at any time. The soul vibration caused by it caused a violent shock.

Not only was the primary target, the First Emperor, affected, but the other resurrected Qin generals were all undead who were attached to the soul plane of the underground palace, and the communication between the entire soul and body was not smooth. Not to mention commanding operations, even if you maintain your own balance, you can't do it.

Even the living can clearly feel that the power of the cold underworld is getting stronger and stronger, and the effect on the dead is even stronger.

"Zhu Qizhen, you get up! Aren't you resurrected? Yu Meng's cry echoed in the corridor.

Although Zhu Qiji's death glory can make him live for a while longer, it can't put his body split in half together. The healing profession's mana has bottomed out, and there is no way to rescue.

He can only save his soul first, and then try to resurrect it, anyway, he is an undead physique. But with the increase in the power of the underworld, even if there is a container to preserve the soul, it is useless, and a gust of yin wind blows, and Zhu Qiji's soul fire is directly extinguished.

Along with him, there were eight elite soldiers who died in the battle. Once the fire of the soul is extinguished, it cannot be resurrected, and even a last word cannot be left.

This is the natural law of heaven and earth, which cannot be stopped and cannot be violated.

Although Xiang Ningxuan had already reminded him, when it really happened, Yu Mengxing still couldn't accept the death of his lover.

Since the advancement of resurrection spells and soul technology, most of the elite group fighters can be resurrected even if they die in battle, and it is a big deal to transform into undead or machines. With so many people dying at once, everyone can't help but feel heavy.

"Willy Lee, give her a tranquilizer bullet."

After waking up from a dream and falling into a deep sleep, Xiang Ningxuan roared: "What are the others doing in a daze? Haven't you seen sacrifice? The battle is not over yet, wasting time here and crying, is it to make their sacrifice in vain? There was a soul shake in the roar.

Whether it was the direct loss of nearly ninety percent of the population at the outbreak of the apocalypse, the subsequent battle of Naxxramas and a series of subsequent battle casualties were also tens of thousands, death has long become commonplace in the last days.

The elite group that had been slaughtered from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses immediately packed up their mood and prepared to enter a new battle.

"Chen Qing brings long-range output reinforcements to the rear, melee output come with me, and we will send the First Emperor to hell!" Xiang Ningxuan beckoned.

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The Qin army still has a lot of troops, but due to the influence of the power of the prefecture, the command system is almost paralyzed, and the combat effectiveness cannot even play half of the original strength.

Xiang Ningxuan rushed forward with a group of melee kitchen knives, all the way to the central mausoleum.

Several loyal guards had fallen silently in the doorway. This is the battlefield where the power of the underworld competes with the First Emperor, and some scattered energy is enough to harvest the souls of these epic masters.

"Boom!"

The heavy Broken Dragon Stone was quickly blasted away, and a golden hall was displayed in front of everyone.

Death is like life, and this mausoleum is modeled after the main hall of the first emperor during his lifetime. Terracotta figurines made of various rare birds and animals are placed around the main hall in a staggered manner. The martyred palace maid was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, but her soul had been harvested and she fell to the ground.

On the dome, countless gems are inlaid into the moving patterns of the sun, moon and stars. In particular, the jewel of the size of a football as the sun really exudes scorching heat. And the cold jade, which represents the moon, is cold and arrogantly suspended.

A tall dragon chair sits north facing south, and the dragon head at the top looks down on the entire hall.

The first emperor wore twelve crowns on his head and sat on the dragon chair with the jade seal of the country in his hand.

It was supposed to be solemn, but it was a pity that the wind was gusting around the dragon chair, the ghosts were crying wolves, and the yin gods of the prefectures such as black and white impermanence and bull heads and horses surrounded the first emperor.

The aperture that protected the First Emperor was only a small circle around the periphery of the dragon chair, and it was still being compressed.

The First Emperor and the Qin army were interdependent, the Qin army was protected and buffed by the Underground Palace Circle, and the loyalty and admiration they contributed condensed into a military spirit to bless the First Emperor.

Now that the organization of the Qin army has collapsed, the effect of military qi blessing has naturally dissipated. The First Emperor is gradually weakening, and the balance of power with the underworld is about to be broken.

"I am ordered by the heavens, I am the true dragon and the son of heaven, how can I be at the mercy of children like you. Give me a funeral! ”

Seeing Xiang Ningxuan and the others coming in, the First Emperor knew that he could not be spared, so he simply threw out the jade seal of the country, intending to disintegrate the underground palace magic circle and pull a group of cushions.

The white and holy jade seal landed in an arc, and it was the corner of gold that was inlaid later that collided with the ground, and the impact force suddenly caused this corner of gold to collapse. The jade seal of the country was suddenly missing a corner.

"Boom!"

The mountains shook for a while.

Without the support of the magic circle, the physical structure of the Imperial Tomb Underground Palace itself could no longer be damaged after fierce battles, and could not support the weight of Lishan.

The landslide is just around the corner!