Chapter 255: The Tomb of the King!

Although the name is very tiger, but for China, which has thousands of years of history and culture, the land of China, I don't know how many emperors' tombs have been left behind, the Dayan Dynasty can only be regarded as a small wave inside, and in this social background, a descendant of the royal family who has not yet extinguished the idea of revitalizing and restoring the country, the royal mausoleum of the Murong family is destined to be unable to see the light, and it is not tolerated and recognized by the current imperial court.

Mausoleum of the Great Yan King.

It is such a place where it must be hidden in the shadows, and the Murong family cannot even worship openly!

...... "This place, the environment is good. ”

After two days of trekking, Happy and his party have come to the Mausoleum of King Dayan in advance, only to see the nearby bamboo forest luxuriant, the environment is quiet, very good, Xiaobei couldn't help but open his mouth to admire.

Lei Zhan also swept left and right on horseback, while enjoying the scenery of the bamboo forest, while enjoying the empty and refreshing breeze on his face, he commented on his head: "Such a big place is actually used to build a mausoleum, it is really a tyrannical thing." ”

Happy didn't answer.

From the moment he entered the bamboo forest, he noticed that the atmosphere around him was a little strange, and under the flow of breath, he could clearly feel that secretly, he didn't know how many eyes were on his own group.

But...... He didn't drink it right away.

The Mausoleum of King Dayan, it's not the first time he's here, he knows everything here better than anyone else.

The hoof shadow walked slowly, and the lowered eyebrows occasionally swept over the shadow area of the nearby dense bamboo forest, and then snorted very disdainfully, and continued to move forward leisurely.

Sou...... Click...... The sound of clothes breaking through the air and the sound of trampling bamboo leaves in a hurry came to my ears.

Xiaobei and Lei Zhan finally realized it, their bodies tensed suddenly, and they swept vigilantly in the direction where the voice came from, and they happened to see a faint black shadow disappearing behind a cluster of bamboos not far away; The same voice rang out again.

The two of them turned their faces repeatedly, and similar black shadows appeared in several different directions, moving extremely fast, and they could vaguely see the cold glow unique to cold weapons.

"Looks like we're surrounded by people, haha......"

Lei Zhan laughed unfazedly, unhurriedly pulled out the sword from behind his back, held it in his hand, and glanced at the surrounding bamboo forest, his eyes were full of battle intent, and he was a little impatient.

In the past two days, he has been on the road for two days, and he has not stopped for a moment, in his words, his muscles and bones are about to rust, and if he doesn't find a place to do a good job, he almost doesn't know what the starting style of "Wuji Sword Technique" is.

Meantime.

The two-headed zombie puppet also fell to the ground from behind Xiaobei, and now the breath is more condensed, and the strength of the body has also entered, landing silently, with a hood on his head, covering his hateful face, as if two silent death messengers, standing quietly on Xiaobei's left and right.

This is since Lu Mingyue controlled the puppet and almost kissed the zombie, Xiaobei began to put this thing on his puppet, probably that time was really disgusted.

It didn't take a few seconds...... The mysterious black shadow wandering in the depths of the bamboo forest finally revealed its true face of Lushan.

In a strange and rapid shout, more than a dozen black shadows flashed out from behind the bamboo forest in all directions, one by one, holding the sword with both hands, dressed as a black ninja, and a ninja with a black mask on his head, stepping steadily and steady, and pressing towards the three of them at an astonishing speed.

"Damn!"

"Ninja?!"

Xiaobei and Lei Zhan's faces changed slightly, and in the exclamation, the latter resolutely put away the hoof shadow, activated the body protection and realm, and Dapeng spread his wings and walked towards several ninjas in front of him.

The two zombie puppets raised their heads, with a foul-smelling fishy wind, and rushed towards the ninja without hesitation...... "Little devil who said dog." ”

Xiao Bei snorted, swept out from behind the zombie puppet, and hit a shiny black ghost claw right in the back of a ninja, directly tearing the black ninja suit on the other party's body, and scratching out several black blood marks.

Lei Zhan is even more popular over there!

Activating the body protector and carrying the swordsmanship of the eight ninjas, it was not damaged at all, and he did not take half a step back, and the "Infinite Sword Technique" swept out, and the six ninjas in front of him staggered back one after another as if they were struck by lightning, revealing the shocking scars on their chests - Lei Zhan also learned "Wind Spirit Vortex...... One after the other, the two corpses attracted the attention of all the ninjas who surrounded them.

Happy had no pressure at all, still sitting on the back of the hoof shadow's horse, condescending, looking at the two battle groups in front and behind, without the slightest fluctuation on his face:

The Mausoleum of King Dayan, although it is only the mausoleum of an ordinary emperor in history, but for the poor and backward Japanese people, the wealth, culture and weapons in it are all treasures, once the mausoleum is successfully opened and smuggled back to the island, it is of great significance!

The Murong family was also a chance to send a group of heavily armed foreigners to sneak into this place, and even entered the royal tomb.

For this reason, the Murong family was furious!

If it weren't for the fact that the imperial court looked at the Murong family more closely, and recently brought out the eight great families to suppress the Murong family, the Murong family would be able to completely eliminate this batch of ants who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

However...... For the foundation of the Murong family.

The master can't be easily dispatched, and he can't let the imperial court discover the emperor's tomb hidden by Dayan, in case it is discovered by the six doors or the east and west factories, the Murong family may face the bad luck of the nine clans.

For this.

The Murong family thought of the eldest disciple of the Murong family, 'happy'!

Recently, Happy has made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, but it is not enough to enter the field of vision of the masters of the imperial court and Jinyiwei and other institutions, so 'Miss Murong' Ling Xingxing immediately rushed to the address of the royal tomb and wiped out this group of widows who coveted the wealth of the Murong family's mausoleum!

Past.

Happy has never received such an order, naturally he doesn't know, this is actually the main line of the Murong family's sect task, in the past, they all followed the Shaolin team to encircle and suppress the Japanese people, but now I know that there is such an inside story.

There was a deep groan...... Happy suddenly had a deeper understanding of this task.

It seems that the Murong family is the only one who has received this task.

In this case, it should be regarded as the secret mission of the Murong family!!

In this way, it can be explained why no one in the previous life has released any details about the tomb of the Great Yan King.

Thinking of this, Happy felt a burst of comfort in his heart.

In addition to being rewarded by Wang Ling, it seems that after this mission, I will have to go back to the Murong family.

At this thought, his happy eyes fell back on the ninjas of the two warbands.

In a short period of time, nearly half of the sixteen ninjas have been killed, and these guys whose strength is no more than the Creation Realm are just the lowest-level minions in that group of ninjas, who were arranged to watch the wind outside.

Inside the royal tomb, it is the real battlefield!

(To be continued)