Sure enough, when Jiang Huo was prepared, a pair of dim green lights suddenly appeared in the darkness, in front of Jiang Huo.

The dim green light shimmered with bloodthirsty ferocity like a wild wolf on the grassland in the dark night.

The whistling sound sounded suddenly, Jiang Huo held the sword in his right hand, held it high in front of him, and the crisp percussion sound instantly resounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the weapon shattering, and the weapon used by the opponent to attack Jiang Huo was directly broken by the Jiaoying Long Sword!

After receiving the opponent's attack, Jiang Huo no longer hesitated, stepped forward with his right foot, flipped his wrist, and the long sword that was originally in front of him turned into a smooth split, swinging away in the direction of the green mang.

"Sting!"

Jiang Huo didn't feel the slightest sense of sluggishness coming from the Jiaoying Sword, the long sword slashed through the center of the green light, and the two green glows instantly separated to the sides and fell to the ground. After a few breaths, the faint green light flickered and finally disappeared. Although the enemy was easily dealt with, Jiang Huo did not take it lightly, and with the death of this unknown creature, more green rays appeared one after another in the darkness.

"So many enemies? Is it the guard of the mausoleum? ”

Jiang Huo didn't feel any aura fluctuations from these green rays at all, and even the breath of life couldn't detect it.

In the face of this kind of enemy with no signs of life, Jiang Huo will not be merciful, his figure is flying, the glow is flowing, and in a few breaths, the green mangs are swept away by Jiang Huo.

When the last two green rays were completely extinguished, the black mist that shrouded the river fire also began to dissipate, and candlelight appeared on both sides of the river fire, revealing everything around.

In the narrow passage, dozens of ancient soldiers wearing armor and holding scimitars were lying on the ground, all of them with black faces, like several corpses, starting from the Tianling Gai, all of them were divided into two by the river fire, and all of them were cut open.

Jiang Huo squatted down, his left hand poked out, and before he could touch the soldier's body, a gloomy wind suddenly blew, and all the soldiers who fell to the ground turned into black ash and dispersed. Even those rusty scimitars, too.

On the contrary, the candles on both sides of the passage did not shake at all, still maintaining the same brightness, burning slowly.

"Hey." Jiang Huo sighed and stood up again, she pulled her hair back to her head, looked at the front of her head without seeing her head, and walked slowly. "Isn't it just a mausoleum? Why is it so gloomy? Still making such trouble? ”

Jiang Huo really couldn't figure it out, let his ancestors live in this gloomy and dark place, and the ancestors could really bless their descendants?

The whole passage was very long, but Jiang Huo was not in a hurry, and still kept moving at a uniform speed.

The fine sand in the hourglass was flowing slowly, and by the time the river fire reached the end of the passage, half an hour had passed.

What appeared in front of Jiang Huo was a solid iron gate, and two different patterns were carved on the gate, which looked like Qin Shubao and Wei Chigong. However, this carving is really unsightly, and Jiang Huo can only guess by feeling.

Jiang Huo swung his sword and directly cut the beams between the iron doors, and the shadow, which was as sharp as mud, effortlessly cut through the rusty door lock. Immediately, Jiang Huo kicked towards the iron gate, and the very eye-catching iron door whimpered, and was kicked open by Jiang Huo.

"Squeak!"

When the rusty iron door opened, it made a toothache sound.

With the opening of the iron gate, the brightly lit scene appeared in front of Jiang Huo.

It was a palace that was even larger than before, with torches burning from four stout stone pillars, and rows of well-armed soldiers standing in the center of the palace, all dressed in light armor and armed with scimitars, facing the river fire.

The aura of slaughter came to the face.

The smell of blood penetrated the tip of Jiang Huo's nose.

"It's all Deadpool!"

Jiang Huo looked at the soldiers standing in front of him, and the jade feet in blue and white cloth boots had already stepped into the palace.

"Boom!"

"Huh!"

All the soldiers in the palace stepped forward, drew the scimitar at their waist with their right hand, shouted a loud slogan, and rushed towards the river fire. Their movements were smooth, unprocrastinating, and full of momentum, as if they were about to chop the enemies who broke into the palace into meat sauce.

It's a pity that these puppet soldiers, after all, are made of ordinary people, and neither their combat effectiveness nor their solidity can be compared to those puppets made by Scarlet.

Jiang Huo stood in place, like a blue and white butterfly, the long sword in his hand fluttering, these soldiers who rushed up couldn't resist the sharp Jiaoying long sword at all, and everywhere the cold man went, there were broken corpses.

In less than half an hour, the soldiers in the main hall were swept away by Jiang Huo, stepped on the dry corpse, and Jiang Huo officially entered the palace.

On the walls around the palace are relief frescoes, and a chubby man wearing a hat and a small beard frequently appears. Jiang Huo only took a cursory look around the palace for a week, and he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

Tu Timur, nicknamed Iron Pot, the eleventh emperor of the Yuan Dynasty and the fifteenth Great Khan of the Mongol Empire, is also a person buried on the fifteenth stele in front of the Qinglong Gate.

On the relief mural, the deeds of the life of Tu Timur are recorded, from his birth, to exile, to his return to the throne, everything is clearly depicted, like a documentary, presented in front of Jiang Huo's eyes.

However, Jiang Huo was not very interested in this history, and after walking around the palace a few times, she finally found the secret passage hidden in the main hall.

Jiang Huo had never understood the trap of the mechanism, and he didn't know how to do it at all, let alone use normal means to crack it. Jiang Huo can only rely on his own feelings to keep trying, hoping to gain something.

After some fiddling with Jiang Huo, the entire hall has been tossed by Jiang Huo.

The arrows hidden in the relief murals were all scattered on the ground in the center of the main hall, and the gravel falling from the dome was also pushed aside by the river fire, and the legendary glass fire could not stop the action of the river fire, and was directly extinguished by its wave of his hand.

However, although these mechanisms caused Jiang Huo a lot of trouble, she still managed to open the secret passage in the hall before the induction broke, and with a crisp sound, an underground passage of about three feet appeared in the center of the hall.

Looking at the open passage, Jiang Huo wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.

These small means opened by the mechanism could not cause harm to Jiang Huo at all, but they made her disgusting.

Who would have thought that when you touch a mechanism, an arrow can shoot from the smooth ground under your feet?

Who would have thought that when you touch the mechanism, the mechanism will open an opening of its own and shoot countless flying needles?