"What? Yuan Tianfeng, one of the three major envoys in Kyoto! ”

The warriors who escaped death are unbelievable to most people.

This kind of big man actually came to deal with them personally.

But the thin warrior's eyes were incredulous, and he even questioned: "You are under the order of the Northern King?" Impossible, the King of the North is far away in the north, how can he give us an order to kill! ”

The words just fell.

"Look at the top of the mountain, who is he!"

Yuan Tianfeng glanced at this group of guys who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The thin warrior looked up at the top of the mountain, and there was a young man in white standing, maybe they didn't recognize the appearance of the young man, but they knew the unicorn symbol of the Beiliang Banner!

The bronzing unicorn robe can only be worn by the Beiliang military master.

There is only one man under heaven to wear, and he will be the king of the north.

This big figure appeared in Bianshan, and suddenly all the warriors looked desperate.

The king of Ningbei came in person, and none of them could escape.

Yuan Tianfeng held the knife in his hand, and was just about to clean up these people, when a black wind poured out from inside and outside the tomb, and he dodged and retreated on the spot.

I saw a blackened monster, staring at two shriveled eyes, rushing out of it, pinching a warrior, and biting it when it came up.

As expected, this is the monster that should have injured Xiao Yuanshan.

Yuan Tianfeng frowned: "This kind of corpse raising place really raises this kind of thing." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Bei fell from the top of the mountain, and the speed was so fast that it reached the ground in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Tianfeng took a step back and stood next to Ning Bei.

"Give me the knife!"

Ning Bei's left hand moved slightly, and Yuan Tianfeng presented his war knife with both hands.

When Ning Bei held the knife and landed on the black humanoid thing, a series of sparks appeared.

A corpse of copper skin and iron bones!

This scene made Xiao Lin's pupils shrink suddenly.

This is much stronger than the corpses they disposed of back then.

When this thing was alive, it must have been a warrior.

Then the coffin was buried here, in a place where the yin qi was extremely heavy, and for hundreds of years, it ended in disaster.

I saw a black humanoid thing, throwing down the biting thing, and rushing towards Ning Bei.

frightened the surrounding warriors, and hurriedly dodged, seeing the horror of this thing, the generals didn't necessarily be able to help him.

After all, this thing has great strength, and it can resist the explosive power of warrior-level Mingjin.

Ning Bei snapped his fingers and smiled lightly, and his fingers landed on the black humanoid's chest.

Boom!

A force that made everyone shudder erupted from their fingers.

The black furry monster flew out directly upside down and smashed on the mountain wall, producing a muffled sound of a giant hammer bombardment.

"It's become the climate, let him gnaw a few more people, and the god of war level will have a headache."

Ning Bei returned the knife.

Yuan Tianfeng took it with both hands: "The strength of this thing before his death should have reached the God of War level, right?" ”

"More than that, the character of the marquis!"

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands, as if he was teasing a little pet.

The lean man and the warriors looked awe-struck, and it was hard to imagine that the owner of the tomb was a feudal figure during his lifetime.

The next moment, the black monster roared and rushed up.

Ning Bei's left hand was raised, and a palm fell on its chest.

This palm left no room for power.

Rumble!

With a palm, the entire body of the black monster was directly torn apart, and the corpse was broken on the spot, and the stench emanated out, as if there were insects wriggling in the body, and the dead could not die again.

This scene stunned Kobayashi and them.

The evil god of war level who had a headache was killed in front of Ning Bei with one palm.

There is no resistance at all!

The remaining hundred warriors wanted to take the opportunity to escape and disperse in different directions.

Tang Jingyun muttered in a low voice: "Everyone has run away!" ”

Ning Bei glanced at the afterglow of his eyes, raised his left foot slightly, and fell suddenly.

Boom!

Dust rolled on the ground, dozens of stones splashed up, and Ning Bei shook the unicorn cloak and rolled towards these stones, all of which were sprinkled out.

The sound of stones breaking through the air was like bullets bursting away.

Xiuxiu......

Each stone fell on the warrior's body, instantly penetrating the body, and the stone was stained with blood and nailed to the main trunk.

Almost all the warriors, feeling a pain in their backs, looked down at their chests, and the roundness ran through the wound gurgling blood.

The warriors died one after another.

Ning Bei's deep eyes did not make waves, as if he had done a trivial matter.

Hundreds of warriors raised their hands, and all of them were killed.

This is the strength of the king level!

More than 300 warriors, all of whom died at the hands of Ningbei and Huangfu Wushuang.

Tang Jingyun looked at this scene in amazement, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Ning Bei walked into the tomb door, passing through the dark passage, the walls were inlaid with spirit stones, but the spiritual energy was exhausted and had become useless waste stones.

It can be seen that the tomb owner was generous during his lifetime.

At the same time, it is not difficult to speculate that the cultivation environment in ancient times is definitely superior to that of modern times, otherwise where would so many spirit stones come from.

At the end of the passage of the ancient tomb, there is a huge stone chamber.

The entire belly of the low mountain was completely hollowed out, and such a large arm had to use at least 1,000 people to build a mausoleum in ancient times.

Yuan Tianfeng spoke: "A tomb of this size, the emperor is not worthy, and it is more than enough to match a prince!" ”

"Yes, it is indeed a prince of the Northern Song Dynasty, he was a king-level figure during his lifetime, born during the confrontation of the Liao and Song Dynasties, and finally died in battle after spilling blood on the battlefield!"

Huangfu Wushuang stood in front of a stone monument.

The inscription records the life of the owner of the tomb.

The tomb owner's surname is Zhao, and in the Northern Song Dynasty, he was a proper royal child.

Ning Bei looked at the living room, although it was covered with cobwebs and dust, it was surrounded by exquisite jade and other objects.

Every piece taken out is worth a fortune!

Huangfu Wushuang turned his head and smiled: "Brother, do you like these antiques, I'll let someone get you back to the Ning family." ”

"The funeral goods of the dead, the yin qi is too heavy."

Ning Bei smiled lightly, obviously not interested in these things.

Huangfu Wushuang chuckled: "That's right, you are a grandmaster-level carver yourself, and the craftsmanship is much more exquisite than these utensils." ”

"Not necessarily, that Guanyin jade bottle should be from the hands of a grandmaster-level carver."

Ning Bei glanced at the stone table in the distance, on which several artifacts were placed.

Yuan Tianfeng turned his fart, playing with a pen wash, and said: "Don't say it, this tomb owner was very rich during his lifetime, you see these porcelain, from Ru kiln, Guan kiln, Ge kiln, Jun kiln, Ding kiln and other five famous kilns, all of them!" ”

Huangfu Wushuang chuckled: "The tomb owner was a king-level figure during his lifetime, and he was a disciple of the Zhao and Song royal families, and he was in charge of the three armies and horses, confronted the Great Liao, and covered the world, and it is not uncommon to get these rewards." ”

The three of them are chatting.

Tang Zhen and Tang Jingyun came in, and their eyes were straight.

You know, now many people in the outside world say that no matter how rich your family is, it is not worth a piece of the kiln.

This kind of rare treasure, as a result, can be seen everywhere in this tomb.

Yuan Tianfeng still played with it, as if he didn't care.

"Brother Ning, what do you see?" Tang was frightened and ran around.

Huangfu Wushuang glanced at Tang Jingyun, obviously a little surprised that Ning Bei would take him with him.

Not all of them are qualified to follow the king of Ningbei.

Ningbei is looking at the murals on the stone wall, describing the magnificent life experience of the tomb owner.

Among them were two murals that caught his eye.