Chapter 17: Tomb Robbery (1)

Zhao Xiaofeng stood still and calmed down.

The cold penetrated into his skin, flesh, and marrow in an instant.

Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but tremble, his pale little face suddenly turned purple, his lips trembled, and his teeth rang out. Zhao Xiaofeng lived a difficult life, even in the cold winter, he was dressed in thin clothes, and he wore straw sandals on his feet, and he didn't even wear straw sandals. The days of hardship and hardship tempered him as tough as steel. He wasn't afraid of the cold, but now he's so cold that he's about to shrink into a ball. Zhao Xiaofeng's body was trembling sharply, and his body was already unstable. Could it be that you just lie down and freeze to death here? Zhao Xiaofeng let out a loud roar, stabilized his body, and slowly moved forward with difficulty. The feet are completely numb and there is a possibility of falling at any time. Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly had a whim, maybe it would be better to fall, and if he fell to the ground, he could crawl over by himself. As soon as this idea came to him, he completely rejected it. Because Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly saw that the half-white path under his feet was full of icicles at some point.

This icicle is so strange, it seems to have come out of the ground, and the pointed ends are pointing upwards.

Zhao Xiaofeng was taken aback, if he fell carelessly, he might be stabbed by the icicles under his feet.

Now it's more difficult, not only to move forward, but also to keep your balance and worry about falling all the time.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Every time he took a step, Zhao Xiaofeng exerted his strength to eat. His leg was no longer at his disposal, and he was in danger of falling at any moment. Zhao Xiaofeng bent down and rubbed his knee joints with two frozen hands. Numb legs, with a hint of sensation. Zhao Xiaofeng was overjoyed, and his legs took the opportunity to move forward desperately.

One step, two steps, three steps...... Suddenly, the soles of Zhao Xiaofeng's feet slipped, his body lost his balance, and he fell forward.

There are dozens of sharp icicles on the ground.

Zhao Xiaofeng's body arched suddenly, and his two hands were propped up on the ground......

An icicle stabbed his left palm, and blood suddenly flowed out, staining the ground red.

The white ground and red blood are particularly dazzling.

To Zhao Xiaofeng's surprise, blood droplets fell to the ground, and a burst of mist actually rose. The cold also eased a lot at once, and a warm current poured into the body, and there was an indescribable comfortable ironing. But the feeling was only a momentary occurrence, and the cold hit again. Zhao Xiaofeng was frozen all of a sudden, and his whole person was like a bow standing on the ground, and it was impossible to straighten his waist. Zhao Xiaofeng was not frightened, he wanted to gamble, this was his last chance. If you succeed, you may be able to leave alive, and if you fail, you may be frozen here.

Zhao Xiaofeng raised his face and glanced ahead.

There are still more than a dozen steps away, and we are about to reach the second half of the two heavens of ice and fire.

Zhao Xiaofeng opened his mouth with difficulty, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth suddenly condensed into ice. He put his mouth close to his arm, roared, and bit down desperately with all his strength......

Blood squirted onto the ground, and a puff of mist rose again.

Warm currents poured into Zhao Xiaofeng's body. Zhao Xiaofeng's body was able to move, he seized this fleeting opportunity and rushed out......

The cold disappeared completely, and Zhao Xiaofeng was greeted as if it was a big hot pot, maybe even hotter than a big hot pot.

From extreme cold to extreme heat, the skin and muscles on Zhao Xiaofeng's body were cracked with dozens of big holes.

Blood, oozing out of the gap. Zhao Xiaofeng's whole body was stained red with blood. The wound on his arm was the most severe, and it bleed the most.

The heat wave enveloped Zhao Xiaofeng, making him feel difficult to breathe. Zhao Xiaofeng held his breath and rushed forward desperately. A wave of heat hit him, pushing him back several paces, almost pushing him onto the half-white road just now.

Zhao Xiaofeng regretted it for a while, it seemed that it was not possible to rush, so he had to go step by step. He ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around his injured arm.

Zhao Xiaofeng moved a few steps forward, and he only felt a hot pain in the soles of his feet. Looking down, the soles of the originally good pair of soft-mouthed cloth shoes actually fell off, and the uppers shrank together and stuck to Zhao Xiaofeng's ankle bone.

Zhao Xiaofeng stepped barefoot on the red ground. The red ground was like a red-hot soldering iron scorching Zhao Xiaofeng's bare feet. Bursts of pain hit me. I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or because of difficulty breathing, Zhao Xiaofeng just took two steps forward and felt dizzy. He stopped, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples vigorously with his hands.

Zhao Xiaofeng was already sweating profusely, and sweat mixed with blood dripped from his body.

Sweat flowed into the wound, and it hurt like a knife.

Zhao Xiaofeng bit his lip, and his lips were bitten out of blood! He repeatedly reminded himself that he must be calm, he must be sober, and he must not faint. Zhao Xiaofeng knew that once he fainted here, he would never have a chance to wake up. Once it falls, it won't be long before the heat here will dry you out!

Zhao Xiaofeng staggered forward with a pair of bare feet.

One step, two steps, three steps...... It's getting closer and closer to the exit. Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground. The scorching ground burned his face, and he couldn't open his eyes, only feeling that he was falling into the dark abyss. He's going to faint, he's going to die......! Zhao Xiaofeng is not afraid of death! But how can he die? He thought of the death of his parents, of the blood feud of his Zhao family, of his grandmother who had worked hard to bring him up, of the chimpanzee who did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to save him, and of the little rabbit with teary eyes...... Although Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't shout, his heart was already crying out: "I can't die, and I won't die!" Zhao Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes...... As soon as he became conscious, he climbed forward, and now he must not stop, and when he stops, he may not even have the opportunity to climb. His blood, staining the red ground even redder. At some point, his lips were chapped, his tongue was blistered, his cheeks were burnt, and his nose was bleeding...... Zhao Xiaofeng could hardly find a complete place on his body. His blood is dripping, his sweat is flowing, and it won't be long before the blood on his body will dry up and the sweat will run out. He can't take care of this, as long as he has a breath, he has to climb out...... His hands were no longer strong, his legs were no longer numerous, his limbs could not move, but he still did not stop, he actually supported the ground with his abdomen, and squirmed forward like an earthworm...... He still wanted to roll on the ground, but unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to turn over...... He never dreamed that one day he would wriggle on the ground like an earthworm. Zhao Xiaofeng didn't look up and looked forward, it took effort to raise his head, and now, even the slightest bit of strength could not be wasted. He had to squirm forward with all his strength......

Suddenly, the heat wave disappeared, and a breath of fresh air flowed into Zhao Xiaofeng's nostrils, into his blood, and into his whole body.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng raised his head, he saw the rising mist, and behind him was the half-white, half-red path, the only exit of the Demon Sword Pond - the two heavens of ice and fire. Zhao Xiaofeng was so excited that he shed tears, he finally walked out of the two heavens of ice and fire alive.

The rising mist enveloped Zhao Xiaofeng. Zhao Xiaofeng actually stood up, and his whole body was full of strength. What's going on?Could it be that the amplification effect of the Demon Sword Pond has already been activated.

The fog in front of him was getting thicker and thicker. There was no water at the exit of the Demon Sword Pool.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng took a few steps forward, he found that the thick mist had all gathered on his body, and he didn't know what was going on, so he felt that his body was floating, and the faster and faster he floated, the higher and higher he floated...... Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but look at his feet, and under his feet was the mysterious spiritual realm. In the blink of an eye, he flew over the Nine Shadows Cliff, and under his feet was the boundless Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. Zhao Xiaofeng simply closed his eyes to rest, he didn't know where he was going to take this dense fog......

No stars and no moon. It's silent.

The capital of the Great Zhao Empire, Zhao Jingcheng, was completely shrouded in night. The former Lingjiao Temple has long been the mausoleum of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. There was a dead silence here, the four old soldiers guarding the tomb had long since fallen asleep, and the two lanterns gave a dim light, but they could not illuminate the dark night.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted from the darkness, and the fragrance suddenly wafted to the house of the old soldier guarding the tomb...... A moment later, a ghostly figure flashed out. The dim light shone on his face. He wore a bronze mask on his face. He didn't even look at the guards in the house, he was confident in his Demon Soul Incense. Not to mention that these four old and frail veterans are a small detachment of more than 100 people, and he can also knock them all down in an instant. According to his conservative estimates, these four veterans will sleep in a coma for at least three days and three nights.

Not far ahead, a towering tombstone is the entrance to the mausoleum. This tombstone is very strange, dozens of times wider and dozens of times higher than ordinary tombstones, there is no carving on it, there is no writing, it is just a huge rough stone slab, it looks, like a stone wall.

The man took a long breath and slowly removed the bronze mask from his face. A white face was revealed, and there was always a chill on it. Han Bing, this person is actually Han Bing! Han Bing is one of the top ten masters under Prince Zhao Wei. What is he doing here at such a late hour?

Han Bing walked quickly to the tombstone, stretched out his jade-like palm, and gently stroked the cold tombstone. The tall tombstone suddenly shook, and in an instant, it slowly sank. The tall tombstone sank completely underground, and a huge black hole of a rectangle was exposed in the ground.

Han Bing took out a black big hat from his arms and draped it over his body, and then jumped down. In the darkness, Han Bing felt his feet on the huge tombstone. The tombstone did not stop, it was still slowly sinking.

Han Bing's heart was beating "thump", and he didn't know how deep the mausoleum of the former emperor Zhao Xun was. At the beginning, the Jingxiu master of Lingjiao Temple buried Zhao Xun with a sword, and Han Bing saw with his own eyes that the huge demon sword drew a circle around Lingjiao Temple, and then hit it in the air. The master of Jingxiu, who had cultivated to a high level, sank into the ground with the demon sword, along with Zhao Xun's coffin. The temple was in ruins, but the ruins were covered with green grass in an instant, and on the surface, it seemed as if nothing had happened. But Han Bing knew that this was Zhao Xun's mausoleum! This towering stone wall was the tombstone and the entrance to the mausoleum. How to enter the mausoleum, this is a big secret, the Great Zhao Empire, there will never be more than five people who know. Unexpectedly, this secret was known to Han Bing. Who told him this secret? What is he doing here?