Chapter 228: Strange Events in the Tomb

In the darkness, the icy hands groped around the iron man. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "click", which startled Han Bing.

Before Han Bing could come back to his senses, he felt a large hand grasp his waist. He instinctively fought back, the scabbard in his hand stabbing back. With a "ding" sound, Han Bing's hand went numb for a while, and the scabbard seemed to poke into steel. Han Bing was shocked, could it be that it was an iron man who grabbed himself behind him?

A tremendous pressure hit the back of the icy skull. Han Bing hurriedly shrank his neck and hid his head in the black big cloud. This black big sword is a gift from the master of the Divine Turtle to Han Bing, and it is a superb defensive spirit weapon.

"Boom...... Boom ......" burst into the dark passage with a deafening crashing sound. Han Bing only felt that the waves of qi that were overwhelming hit him, but in an instant, he disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. Unexpectedly, the Divine Turtle Master's defensive type Dayu had such magical power. Han Bing felt that in the darkness, the big hand that was holding his waist was slowly loosening...... Immediately after, there seemed to be something behind him, and it fell to the ground with a bang. Han Bing's whole body shrank in the defensive thicket, but he could still feel the huge impact. The tunnels on the soles of his feet trembled violently, and then collapsed rapidly.

Cold Ice only felt like he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. With a "bang", Han Bing heard the sound of his body hitting the ground. It was a long time before the ice slowly poked its head out of the defensive ram.

It's dark, it's still dark, but the ice feels very comfortable, the air here is fresh, and there is not the slightest hint of staleness. In the dark, there was a faint fragrance of flowers wafting from nowhere. The floral fragrance is not strong, just faint, faint, with and without for a while!

Han Bing slowly straightened up, and he raised his hand to touch it, but he couldn't touch the top of the tomb. He was sure that he had left the Secret Passage, and possibly even left the Tomb Passage.

What kind of place is this? The fragrance of flowers wafted by, and a melodious bell suddenly rang. The bell seemed to be in the ears of the cold ice, but when he listened carefully, the bell suddenly became far away, and the bell seemed to come from the mountains and valleys, and it seemed to come from the abyss underground. The bell rang far and near, left and right, up and down! No matter how closely Han Bing listened, he could not discern the source of the bell. A faint fragrance wafted through the air.

In the darkness, a voice suddenly sounded, although the voice was old, but it was loud and pleasant: "General Han, are you guilty?" Han Bing trembled: "Who are you?" The thick darkness suddenly disappeared, and there was light in front of him. The cold ice froze instantly. In front of him was the Lingjiao Temple, where the presiding master was resting quietly and standing solemnly in front of a huge coffin. His eyebrows were lowered, and his mouth was full of words. In the temple, there is only a huge coffin, and there is only one person resting in front of the coffin! Emperor Zhao Xun held a "sword burial", he was ordered to send the demon sword to Lingjiao Temple, and when he entered Lingjiao Temple, what he saw was the scene just now. However, after the "sword burial," Lingjiao Temple had already sunk into the ground along with the coffins of Master Jingxiu and Zhao Xun! What was going on? Could it be a dream? Han Bing rubbed his eyes, and he suddenly saw a sword, which was inserted into the ground, and he couldn't see the length of it. The hilt of the sword was bare, without any retouching. The blade of the sword glowed with a strange red. Han Bing's eyes lit up, he knew the sword. This sword had appeared countless times in his dreams, and he thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't sleep well! Demon Sword! This is the ancient artifact, the Demon Sword. The cold eyes suddenly became hot, and he stared at the demon sword, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, staring at the fat sheep in the sheepfold.

"When...... When ......" ethereal bell rang again. Han Bing's hand holding the scabbard was trembling violently, and the scabbard could fly out at any moment. There was a faint sound of thunder in the scabbard, and the sound became clearer and louder. The demon sword inserted in the ground also suddenly shook, as if an invisible hand was drawing the sword. The demon sword stuck in the ground is being pulled up inch by inch...... The scabbard in Han Bing's hand finally flew out of his hand, and at the same time, the demon sword on the ground also rose from the ground. A red light, followed by a loud "boom", seemed to sound a thunderbolt in mid-air. The red light flashed, and after the roar, there was a crisp sound of "warehouse". After the demon sword was sheathed, it did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air without moving. Han Bing craned his neck and stared closely at the demon sword in mid-air. The demon sword is four or five zhang high from the ground, and it can be caught completely with the martial arts cultivation of cold ice. But he didn't dare to make a quick move. He had long heard that the demon sword was a hoodoo. If you shoot lightly, will it be dangerous? Although he longed for the demon sword, he was afraid of danger. Just when Han Bing was hesitating and hesitating, the demon sword hanging in mid-air suddenly fell, impartially, and landed right on the huge coffin in the temple. The sound of "ding" turned out to be the crisp sound of metal colliding. Unexpectedly, the coffin of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, was actually made of metal, what kind of metal it was, from the appearance, the cold ice could not be seen. The demon sword fell on the huge coffin, and the huge and heavy coffin lid made a piercing grinding sound.

To his horror, the coffin lid was slowly moving, revealing a wide gap. Suddenly, a golden light rose from the coffin, and the moment the golden light came out, the demon sword on the coffin lid actually came out of its sheath. A red flash pierced the golden light that rose into the sky. "Boom ......" shook the mountain with a loud bang, and a terrifying force knocked the ice into a big heel. When he stood up, the demon sword was gone, and the huge coffin lid was slowly closed.

Everything is silent! Master Jing Xiu still stood motionless in front of the coffin, his eyebrows lowered, and his mouth was full of words.

Han Bing looked at it quietly for a long time, and a cruel sneer slowly crept up the corners of his mouth. He walked slowly over like a hunter walking towards a wounded tiger and leopard.

"General Han, are you guilty?" Master Jingxiu's words came again. Han Bing sneered: "What crime do I have?" Jing Xiu said slowly: "Trespassing into the tomb of the former emperor is a capital crime!" Han Bing snorted coldly and said: "The demon sword is the treasure of the Great Zhao Empire, could it be that the master can't bear to bury it in the ground forever?" Jing Xiu said lightly: "The demon sword is an ominous thing, and staying in the palace will bring great disaster." Han Bing said: "Legend has it that the demon sword is a bad thing, and whoever uses it will die." He squinted at Master Jingxiu, and said coldly, "The first emperor was buried with a sword, and you used the demon sword, but why are you still alive and well?" Jingxiu said lightly: "Who said I am still alive?" Han Bing was startled, and he stared at Master Jingxiu's face. Master Jing Xiu lowered his eyebrows and eyes, but he still stood motionless in front of the huge coffin, his white beard more than two feet long had dried up and curled, and had become disheveled.

(End of chapter)