"Whew!"

"Zizi~"

More than a dozen lightning bolts shot out in Yi Xiaojing's palm, and thunderbolts crisscrossed the street.

The guards who rushed out of the roadside were all wiped out by the flying ashes.

Soon, Yi Xiaojing stepped on the flying ash all over the ground and walked to the foot of the palace.

There is no palace wall, it is so a step of steps winding upward, the majestic hall, up to a hundred zhang, a step of steps such as gold paving, luxurious dignity, a step up, just like the steps to the sky, step by step, towards the sky. When people walk on the steps and look up at the golden glazed hall, the pressure in their hearts is getting bigger and bigger.

"Suck!"

Yi Xiaojing took a deep breath, and felt that the yin and yang aura was rich, as if it had been inhaled into her lungs. The acupuncture points all over the body are wide open, like a small whirlpool, and the surrounding yin and yang aura greedy gold-absorbing body is collected into the meridians, and finally enters the dantian. The massive amount of true yuan in the dantian was stirred by the yin and yang aura at this moment, and it suddenly became rich and condensed, as if a little change had occurred.

"This hall, or the main room of the coffin, is actually a formation that gathers yin and yang aura, and the yin and yang aura in the entire space has been attracted here!"

Yi Xiaojing walked up step by step, sensing and absorbing the rich yin and yang aura around her.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

In a violent sound, two generals in armor, dragging long weapons, walked out of the palace on the high platform, and walked down in one step.

These two men, each five or six meters tall, were covered in pitch-black armor, and their faces were also hidden under metal helmets. The soldiers often dragged on the ground in their hands, and the collision on each step made a "bell-bell-bell" sound, vibrating back and forth in this huge underground space.

"Those who invade King Ling's palace will be killed!"

The general on the left holds a drum urn and a golden hammer in his hand, and his voice rumbles like thunder.

The two generals ran towards Yi Xiaojing, and each step crossed more than a dozen steps, a distance of 100 zhang high, and it only took a few breaths to rush to a place not far from Yi Xiaojing.

At a distance of 100 meters away from Yi Xiaojing, the general on the left suddenly jumped up, more than ten meters high, and the drum urn golden hammer in his hand was raised high, and smashed down towards Yi Xiaojing with a rumbling thunder.

"Boom, boom!"

In the loud sound, the strength is not less than 10,000 catties, and the sound of the shock is enough to make people's eardrums hurt and their cheeks hot.

"Bang!"

In the violent collision sound, the picture freezes.

The seven or eight meters long drum urn golden hammer, the hammer head is as big as Yi Xiaojing's body.

However, it was blocked by Yi Xiaojing's fingers lightly, incrediblely, and steadily.

Flick your fingers.

"Boom!"

The golden hammer of the drum urn was ejected and shot out a hundred feet high, smashing into the palace.

"Poof!"

A fire flying sword hidden in his sleeve was shot out by Yi Xiaojing with a shake of his hand.

The fire flying sword rose in the wind, and in an instant, it shot out into a three-zhang long flying sword, with a golden flame, turning the general on the left into smoke and ash in the sky in an instant, and turning the general on the right into flying ash together.

"Go!"

Yi Xiaojing waved her hand, and the flying sword headed towards the hundred-zhang high palace.

Under Yi Xiaojing's induction, these seemingly inhuman things had nothing to hide, and the remaining eight generals were wiped out under the flying sword.

"The immortal is affectionate and spares his life, and the widow has a lifetime of wealth to give!"

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in black court clothes, with a ruddy face and a full beard, leaned down, bowed to the flying sword hanging in the air, and bowed loudly.

Baizhang didn't blink an eye, Yi Xiaojing instantly appeared in the center of the main hall, looking at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground under the steps of the throne.

This man was white and ruddy, as if he were a living man.

"You are King Ling?"

Yi Xiaojing asked.

Hearing the voice, this person didn't dare to raise his head: "Hui Xian, widow, I am." ”

"What wealth do you have?"

Yi Xiaojing asked.

King Ling said loudly: "In this city, I have 10 million gold, 100 show girls, 10,000 ceremonial vessels, and more than 7,200 jade jue, and I am willing to dedicate them to the immortals!" ”

After listening to King Ling's words, Yi Xiaojing's face was disappointed.

I thought that this King Ling had any real treasures, but it was all things that Yi Xiaojing had long since lost sight.

Gold is copper, and it is not valuable.

Women can only survive in this palace, and they are people who should no longer exist in this world. Out of this palace, including this King Ling, I am afraid that he will immediately become like those people outside the city, no one is a ghost, no ghost is not a ghost, and his skin is dry like a lonely ghost.

The ritual weapon, Yu Jue, is even more useless for Yi Xiaojing.

"Do you want to beg for your life?"

Yi Xiaojing asked again.

"May it be offered to the immortals."

King Ling said loudly. This is the treasure money he has scavenged as a king in his lifetime, and he doesn't believe that it won't move people's hearts, even if the other party is an immortal.

Yi Xiaojing nodded and stretched out her index finger.

"Snort~"

There was a flash of lightning.

King Ling, who seemed to be as alive as a living person, disappeared in an instant.

"Ah~"

"Ahhh~"

A scream came from the side doors on either side of the throne in the main hall.

Yi Xiaojing looked over, it was a group of lightly dressed and half-shirted women, all of whom were beautiful girls with skin like clotted fat and cardamom in their prime. At this time, looking at Yi Xiaojing's eyes in horror, his whole body trembled, as if he was looking at another demon king.

"Come here."

Yi Xiaojing beckoned to them.

No one dared to resist, and walked to Yi Xiaojing one by one tremblingly.

"I won't kill you either."

Yi Xiaojing whispered towards these show girls.

This huge palace also needs some messengers. It is naturally not advisable to let outsiders in, and these women are very suitable candidates.

Yi Xiaojing's words made these women's hearts settle down a little. Some women who thought they were good-looking also quietly looked at Yi Xiaojing and secretly sent Qiu Bo.

Yi Xiaojing turned a blind eye to these.

"You, take me to the center of this palace."

Yi Xiaojing casually pointed to a woman in a green Luo skirt.

"Yes!"

The green skirt is full of bows.

This place, everyone understands the meaning of the center, and it is naturally the place where the yin and yang qi of the whole space is the strongest.

"This is King Ling's bedroom, and it is also the place where the aura of the entire space is the strongest."

The green Luo skirt looked at Yi Xiaojing, her face was spring, and her expression was eager to try.

"Go down."

The green Luo skirt looked stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Slave and maid pothos, go out and wait, the immortal has orders, although it is called." ”

With that, he withdrew.

"Suck!"

Yi Xiaojing took a deep breath, and the richness of the yin and yang aura made the true yuan in Yi Xiaojing's dantian bring a little silver star, as if it was about to turn into a mercury pill.

In the dormitory, there are jade cases, dental beds, candlesticks, etc.

On top of the jade case, there are two stacks of thick folds.

Yi Xiaojing picked it up casually and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Everyone is dead, and I can't forget the power in the world, playing these games." ”

These twists and turns turned out to be all the twists and turns of the minister's last dynasty. Thinking of those things in the city that are not human and ghostly, they are all the ministers of King Ling.

"However, this King Ling is also ruthless enough, and he will drag a minister to be buried when he dies. Living for 3,000 years, not seeing the light of day, and not being driven crazy, the psychological quality of these people can be ······ However, these people seem to spend most of their time in deep sleep······"

Looking at these saved dates, Yi Xiaojing argued.

If Yi Xiaojing were a historian, she would have regarded these twists and turns as treasures. But Yi Xiaojing is not, so Yi Xiaojing casually threw away the fold.

Stretched out his hand and took out a doll the size of a little finger, and after activating it, he threw it on the ground, and the moment the doll landed, it turned into a fully equipped female soldier, and gave Yi Xiaojing a standard military salute: "Commander!" ”

The specially built iron-blooded robot is not only a bionic body, but also a human body structure except for the bones and the central processor. Even the weapons on his body are much more complete and powerful than the ordinary robots that Yi Xiaojing saw on the battlefield.

Such an iron-blooded robot from the science fiction world, in this anti-Japanese world, not to mention invincible, there is no problem in dealing with the vast majority of enemy forces.

"Guard the door, no one is allowed to enter, and those who dare to disturb without permission will be killed!"

"Yes!"

The female soldier, armed with a pulse rifle, turned and walked to the door, motionless.

Yi Xiaojing collected her mind, crossed her knees on a futon, took out the "Dragon and Tiger Avenue" and after contemplating it again, she began to turn the true yuan into mercury and hit the vital level of cultivation.