Chapter 18: Tomb Robbery (2)

Han Bing suddenly saw a glimmer of light. The light came from under the huge tombstone. The light flashed and vanished. Boundless darkness filled everything again.

In the darkness, the huge tombstone suddenly stopped sinking. Han Bing's body shook and shook a few times, and then immediately stabilized his body. Just as he was secretly relieved, the huge tombstone suddenly shook violently, and then it sank rapidly.

Han Bing only felt the cold wind whistling in his ears, and even felt difficult to breathe, he couldn't stand anymore and fell headlong......

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a loud "boom", and the huge tombstone finally landed. Dust and smoke...... An ever-bright lamp lit up in the smoke and dust.

The cold ice fell to the ground, and even though his martial arts cultivation had reached the late stage of the Middle Spirit Realm, he still couldn't withstand the impact of the tombstone hitting the ground. As soon as the ice hit the ground, it was flipped out by a huge impact, and his body was thrown against the wall, and then bounced back off the wall, hitting the huge tombstone hard, and finally fell to the ground on his back, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils......

The dust and smoke have not yet dissipated. Han Bing struggled to get up, his white face was covered with a thick layer of ash, his hair was scattered, and his black hair had long since turned gray. He staggered in the direction of the light. He coughed violently as he ran...... The dust fell, the smoke cleared, and the ice stood in embarrassment under the everlasting lamp.

The lantern is embedded in the high stone wall, and the faint blue flame illuminates the dead tomb road more and more eeriely.

Han Bing calmed down, only to find that there was a huge tomb in front of him. The tomb road is dozens of zhang high, dozens of zhang wide, and the two ends are pitch black, and I don't know where it leads. What's even more incredible is that this tomb is not a natural earth pit, but an artificially constructed hard, blackened granite, showing its age. Could it be that Jing Xiu had already built a tomb under the ground of Lingjiao Temple? Was this tomb for himself or for Zhao Xun? Han Bing suddenly jumped up and forcibly pulled off the ever-bright lamp embedded in the wall. He carefully placed the lantern on the ground, and with a stretch of his hand, he tore a long package from his waist. He gently opened the long strip of wrapping, and there was a layer of apricot yellow paper inside, shaking off the apricot yellow paper, and a scabbard appeared.

The color of the scabbard is dark red. Not only is the color of this scabbard distinctive, but the size is also much larger than that of ordinary scabbards. This scabbard is four feet and four inches, to say the least. What kind of sword needs to be equipped with such a scabbard?

Cold Ice gripped the scabbard tightly. There was a faint sound of thunder in the empty scabbard. Han Bing held the lantern in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and walked towards the end of the tomb...... The dark and deep tomb road seemed to have no end, and the cold ice had walked for a long time, and it was still pitch black in front of it.

The lantern suddenly dimmed, and the faint blue flames were jumping suddenly. Han Bing immediately stopped, although he didn't move, his heart almost jumped out of his throat. Because behind him, in the dark tomb passage, there was a faint sound of footsteps. The footsteps are getting clearer...... The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on the ground instead of stepping on the ice. The great fear, like a mountain, weighed down his heart and was about to burst.

The footsteps finally stopped, right behind Han Bing.

Han Bing suddenly turned around, and the scabbard in his hand swept out of the air. With the faint light of the ever-bright lamp, Han Bing was surprised to find that there was nothing behind him. Cold Ice looked around, and he didn't find anyone or anything other than the hard and cold stone wall. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the ground, and the ground was covered with dust, and on the thick dust, there were a pair of large footprints. The big footprints were by no means left by the ice, because the ice footprints were not half the size of the big footprints.

Heavy footsteps sounded again, right beside the ice. Han Bing was shocked and hurriedly flashed to the side. On the dusty ground, another large footprint appeared, one, two, three...... Huge footprints stretched forward, disappearing into the darkness ahead, the sound of heavy footsteps still echoing through the tombway. What is surprising is that only footprints can be seen on the ground, but no people can be seen. Han Bing thought of the illusion of invisibility. Could it be that there is a big living person hidden in Zhao Xun's tomb? How is this possible? Who has such big feet? Han Bing was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after him. Generally speaking, the stealth illusion does not last long, and Han Bing wants to see who dares to hide in the mausoleum of the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire.

Han Bing carried the ever-bright lantern and chased it all the way. After chasing for a while, Han Bing stopped, because there was no way out in front of him.

The heavy footsteps disappeared in an instant. The tomb in front of him has been sealed by a huge stone.

Ice looked around, looking for an exit, but to his disappointment, there was no exit in sight except for the hard, cold stone walls.

The blue flame of the lantern grew smaller and smaller, and finally went out.

It was pitch black all around, and the ice suddenly turned into headless flies, scurrying everywhere. He also carried a fire fold for lighting, but unfortunately after entering the tomb, he disappeared for no reason. The tomb in front of him was sealed by a huge stone, and Han Bing tried to push it hard, but unfortunately the stone did not move at all, and there was no sign of loosening. In the dark, with the smell of stale mold, Han Bing couldn't help but want to vomit. Just now, that strange big footprint disappeared here. Could it be that the exit is hidden somewhere? In the darkness, Han Bing's hands were groping wildly. The ground was thick with dust, huge strips of stone in front of it, and hard stone walls on either side. Could there be some secret hidden at the top of the tomb?

The hand knocked on the top of the tomb and made a "knock" sound.

The top of the tomb was empty.

In the darkness, Han Bing couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, his fingers suddenly forced, and he heard a "click" sound, and the top of the tomb road actually revealed a glimmer of light. In the dimness, the top of the tomb was moving slowly, and in the end, a large circular hole was revealed, and the faint light was shining through the circular hole.

The ice flew up, and its body swam into the circular hole like a fish. Who would have thought that there would be a secret passage at the top of the tomb. The dark passage was low, and the cold ice bent over and walked cautiously forward.

There is a flicker of fire ahead. The light of the fire began to be faint and grew larger. Cold Ice crept past...... In the dark passage, there was a wooden man. The wooden man is the size of an ordinary doll, but the feet are surprisingly large. The wooden man was on fire, and it was from those strange feet that the fire burned. Han Bing looked at the flaming feet, and immediately remembered the strange big footprints in the tomb just now. Could it be that the big footprints in the tomb were left by this wooden man? I saw no one in the footprints! Could it be that this wooden man also had stealth illusions?

Just as Han Bing was thinking wildly, the wooden man lying on the ground suddenly sat up. Han Bing was startled. The flames jumped from the wooden man's big feet to the wooden man's chest and the top of his head. In the blink of an eye, the entire wooden man was engulfed in flames. Fortunately, the entire tunnel was made of stone, and all the fire did not spread.

Han Bing's cold face was red by the firelight. The flame went down, and in a short time it was extinguished. The fire was extinguished, but the smoke was thicker.

It was pitch black in the tunnels. The cold ice followed the dark passage and touched forward. The dark passage is not straight, and Han Bing feels a turn. I just turned a corner, and my eyes lit up again. Han Bing was surprised to find that there was another burning wooden man in front of him. This wooden man is exactly the same as the wooden man just now. Because the secret passage was too low, Han Bing kept bending over, and now he simply sat on the ground, he wanted to take a good look at what was going on! The situation in front of him was exactly the same as just now, the fire also burned from the wooden man's big feet, and then the wooden man suddenly sat up, and the fire on the big feet burned to the wooden man's chest and head. When the fire was completely extinguished, smoke billowed up.

Han Bing stared at it for a long time, and then he suddenly rolled over and grabbed the wooden man who was still smoking with one hand. Strangely, although the wooden man was burned by fire, it was still strangely heavy.

In the darkness, although the ice could not be seen, he could feel that this wooden man was not made of wood at all, but made of fine iron. No wonder the fire burned for only a moment before it went out on its own. Cold Ice is sure that this iron man must have been coated with a layer of burning oil.

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.