Out of the Yingwu Palace, Wang Xu carefully observed the ground and soon found something similar to a drainage ditch.

Before he saw the zombies and the brass pipes, he thought that these gutters were just imitations of the palace.

Now he didn't think so, squatted down and touched the gutters, and sure enough, there was a wrist-thick metal pipe hidden in these gutters.

"Follow me!"

Wang Xu called Ye Zhiqiu and walked forward along the metal pipe.

According to the pattern of the palace, the Jinluan Hall is the first three halls, collectively known as the extension, and the extension is the inner extension after the extension.

The inner extension is also headed by three major halls, namely the Qianqing Palace where the emperor lives, the Kunning Palace where the queen lives, and the Jiaotai Palace, which is located between the Qianqing Palace and the Kunning Palace, where the palace banquet is held.

Wang Xu walked along the metal pipe all the way in, and found that the position of the metal pipe connection was divided into three from the front of the Qianqing Palace, one end leads to the three major halls, and the two ends lead to the Yangxin Palace, the East Sixth Palace, the West Sixth Palace, the Cining Palace, the Shou'an Palace, and the five Qiandong and Qianxi five places where the prince lives.

If he hadn't seen the zombie general before, Wang Xu would definitely go straight to the Qianqing Palace.

Now, he hesitated, and after thinking for a while, he turned his head and headed towards the Qiandong Fifth Institute.

"The five institutes of Qiandong and the five institutes of Qianxi, according to the rules of the palace, are for the princes to live in, and the tomb of King Yan is not a real palace, but an underground mausoleum. If the first generation of Yan kings lived in the Qianqing Palace, then his descendants, the Yan kings, are likely to live in the five places of Qiandong and the five places of Qianxi. ”

Wang Xu thought so in his heart, and went straight to the first hall of the five institutes in Qiandong.

Because the tomb of King Yan could not have been built like the Forbidden City, many of the buildings in the five institutes of Qiandong were also cut down, leaving only one large hall as the tomb.

Wang Xu pushed open the door of the first hall, and a burst of yin qi rushed in, and there were twelve sarcophagi in the magnificent first hall.

Among them, two sarcophagi are located in the center, and ten sarcophagi are scattered left and right.

As soon as Wang Xu entered, he saw the copper pipe that poked out from under the floor and was directly inserted into the inside of the sarcophagus, which attracted his eyes to squint slightly.

"Open!"

With a sudden lift of his hands, the lids of the twelve sarcophagi were lifted out at the same time with the strong wind.

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground with a rumbling sound.

Wang Xu walked two steps closer quickly, and saw that in the ten sarcophagi around him, there were six martyred palace maids and four martyred eunuchs, and in the main coffin in the middle, there was a middle-aged man with a blue face and wearing an imperial robe, and an old woman with an old face and a phoenix robe.

The second-generation Yan Wang, who died of illness in middle age, and Mrs. Yan Wang, who died of her life, lay quietly in the sarcophagus.

If you don't look at their iron faces, the green hair on their hands, and the metal pipes in their mouths, Wang Xu will definitely feel that they are very peaceful.

"What is this last Yan King doing, not even letting go of the corpse of his ancestor?" Ye Zhiqiu also came up, and when he saw the two corpses in the coffin, he immediately shouted indignantly.

Those generals in the Yingwu Hall are courtiers no matter what, and it is understandable that they were tossed twice.

And the second-generation Yan King here, but the ancestor of the Yan Palace, even his own ancestors are so tormented, the last Yan King is not mad.

"Let's go, we'll see!"

Wang Xu left the first hall and went to the second hall.

The second hall is also patterned, sarcophagus, copper pipes, zombies, and the ancestors of King Yan.

After seeing the ten halls in a row, Wang Xu saw the ten former Yan kings who had been transformed and were stuffed into their mouths with copper pipes.

What's more, some of the lower-ranked Yan Kings can't even enjoy the top ten halls, so they can only dig tombs again outside the top ten halls, so as to find a place for themselves.

But even these people have not escaped the fate of becoming zombies and being stuffed into copper pipes.

Along the way, except for the last Yan King and the first Yan King, the twenty-first generation Yan King is all here.

Each Yan King brought a queen, six palace maids, and four eunuchs, adding up to 210 zombies.

A huge dungeon, now it has become a nest of zombies, plus 108 generals, a harem that has not yet been explored, and some palace maids, eunuchs, and guards who may be buried together, how many zombies should there be in the entire dungeon, I'm afraid there are not a thousand but eight hundred.

This is still Wang Xu's optimistic estimate, if the first generation of King Yan was ruthless and brought 3,000 armor soldiers to bury himself, this would not be a zombie nest, but a zombie country.

"Something is wrong!"

As soon as Wang Xu asked Wang Qianqing Palace to leave, Ye Zhiqiu grabbed him.

"What's going on?"

Wang Xu didn't feel anything, but he believed in Ye Zhiqiu's judgment, this guy is a master apprentice of Kunlun Mountain, and he has learned the art of slaying demons and demons, and he is much more sensitive than martial artists when dealing with things like zombies and ghosts.

"The smell of corpse gas is stronger!" Ye Zhiqiu sniffed his nose, sniffed east and west like a hunting dog, and replied affirmatively: "The corpse qi now is at least twice as strong as when we came in. Moreover, we have not encountered traps along the way, so it stands to reason that a place like the tomb of King Yan is not so easy for people to break into. ”

Hearing Ye Zhiqiu's statement, Wang Xu also felt that something was wrong.

They had come from the entrance, and had walked through most of the tomb, and had really encountered no traps other than the poison powder he had encountered on the bookshelves.

Could it be that the tomb of King Yan is undefended?

It's impossible, even the princes and nobles of the ordinary world know that installing anti-theft devices on the mausoleum and having demons and monsters in the world of Liaozhai should theoretically be more dangerous.

Unless...

Wang Xu touched his chin and muttered, "It is impossible for the tomb of King Yan not to be defended, unless its defense method is not a trap at all." ”

Stomp Stampede...

As if in response to Wang Xu's words, as soon as they finished speaking, there were neat footsteps in the distance.

"Something's coming!" Ye Zhiqiu also heard the voice, and pulled out the sword behind his back.

Wang Xu grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and whispered, "Go out and have a look." ”

The two ran to the square outside, one left and one right.

In front of the eyes, countless armor soldiers wearing ghost masks and wearing clothes painted with cinnabar talismans were walking out of the harem in a uniform manner, surrounded by Wang Xu and the others.

"Is it a zombie?"

The soldiers on the opposite side were lifeless, and Wang Xu knew at a glance that they were not human.

"No, it's the Taoist soldiers, look at their clothes!"

Following Ye Zhiqiu's words, Wang Xu looked up and found that these armor warriors who were suspected of being zombies had the same spell painted on their bodies, and they looked similar.

"The spell on their clothes is the invitation to the immortal sect, of course, it is impossible to invite the gods, and it is almost the same to invite the ghosts. The mask on their faces is Miao Jiang's poisonous witch mask, which has the effect of calming people's hearts and souls. Controlled by the spirits of the deceased, these soldiers strictly carry out the orders of their masters, and although they are not as simple as the Yellow Turban Warriors, they are better than the simple ones to make. ”

What Ye Zhiqiu didn't say was that this kind of Dao soldier's production method was very cruel, and he had to start transforming it while he was alive and taking some tiger and wolf medicine before he could be made into a Dao soldier after death.

The souls of these Dao soldiers are trapped in their bodies, and they cannot be reborn forever, carrying out the orders they have been given day after day, and they have an extreme hatred for the living.

Although this kind of Dao soldier is also classified as a kind of Dao soldier, except for the Immortal Sect, the Corpse Training Sect, and the Miaojiang Witch Gu Sect, it is not recognized by the extensive Dao sect.

In the real Daomen, most of the people guarding the entrance hall are Yellow Turban Warriors, a qualified Yellow Turban Warrior is equivalent to a great master martial artist, and the best of them can give birth to simple spiritual wisdom, and the mountain protection spirit beast is called the copper wall and iron wall.

"It's a zombie that bites Jiang Tianchen, and it's not an ordinary zombie, it seems that the main owner hasn't appeared yet!" Glancing at these Taoist soldiers, Wang Xu did not stop, and set his eyes on the Qianqing Palace.

Although there is no evidence that the final boss is in the Qianqing Palace, according to the pattern of the palace, the Qianqing Palace, as the emperor's bedroom, must have a special status in the tomb of King Yan.

"There are too many, I'm afraid I don't have enough charms!"

Looking at the Dao soldiers who were approaching step by step, Ye Zhiqiu's face was a little ugly.

Most of his skills are on the charm, and when the charm is exhausted, he is a pistol without bullets, and his deterrent power is greatly reduced.

Wang Xu retracted his gaze, it was indeed too much, the Taoist soldiers in the spell robes looked like there were one or two thousand people, how long did this have to be killed.

"Do these Dao soldiers have weaknesses?" Wang Xu asked.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have time to think about it, and replied: "If you break their robes, these guys won't be able to move, but you have to be careful, the robes have been refined, and the defense power is probably not worse than the iron armor." ”

"Iron Armor!" As soon as Wang Xu heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

For ordinary people, the defense of iron armor is high enough, after all, when marching and fighting, only generals have iron armor to wear, and ordinary soldiers are cloth armor and paper armor.

Using an ordinary sword to cut the iron armor can only leave a scratch on it at most, and if it is placed outside the city in a field battle, this group of Taoist soldiers is enough to defeat an army of 10,000 head-on.

But for Wang Xu, iron armor is far from enough.

"Nan None..."

Wang Xu had a stronger smile on his face, and under Ye Zhiqiu's inexplicable expression, he took out two strange weapons with six pipes each, and whispered: "Gatling Bodhisattva!" ”