Chapter 41: Strange Terracotta Warriors! (Ask for recommendation votes)
After Ye Qingzhou rushed out of the corridor, he did not relax, but looked around vigilantly.
Saw.
It seems to be a large hall the size of a football field.
In addition, it is divided into four squares, and within each block, there is a burial pit.
Inside the burial pit, there are terracotta warriors made of sculptures.
Ancient tombs, those who held great power, after death, liked to be buried in their own tombs, terracotta warriors.
They believe that when people die, they will enter the Netherworld.
These terracotta warriors and horses can follow him into the underworld.
In this way, after his death, he can still continue his hegemony!
The culture of this world is similar to the previous life, so there are also terracotta warriors and horses.
Terracotta warriors and horses are also a symbol of status and status.
"It's strange, when I first came in, I seemed to hear strange noises, and now it's gone." Ye Qingzhou frowned slightly.
When he first entered the main hall, he heard a few hurried noises, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I looked at it for a moment.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he turned to look at the passage behind him.
I saw that in the passage, Yuan Gang was holding an iron fan, and all the arrows that came were blocked by him with an iron fan.
Luo Xiang used a cloud sleeve of special material, and when the cloud sleeve flew, all those sharp arrows flew to the side, and she couldn't get close to her at all.
The monk Dingyuan did not have any weapons on his body.
His figure flickered slightly, dodging the arrows as best he could.
When he really couldn't avoid it, a faint golden light would light up on his body, as if forming a shield.
The golden light was shining, and those arrows couldn't even shoot through his protective golden light!
"This is the golden bell jar of Buddhism." Ye Qingzhou's eyes flickered, "It seems that these people dare to come here, everyone has their own ability." ”
The golden bell jar of Buddhism is a very strong method of refining the body.
Through the secret method, temper the special strength.
Once these energies are released, they will be several times more powerful than the body protection energies.
And.
After cultivating the Golden Bell Jar of the Buddha Gate, the strength of the physical body itself is also stronger than that of other martial artists.
Ordinary short knives can't even cut through their skin!
It was while Ye Qingzhou was watching.
Not far away.
Zuo Xiong squatted on the ground, hugged Zuo Jun, who was full of arrows, and wailed: "Brother, you died so miserably, it's my brother who is sorry for you!" ”
Ye Qingzhou glanced at it and didn't say anything.
Although this Zuo Jun is stupid, he can block the arrow for Zuo Jun when Zuo Xiong encounters danger, which can be regarded as a deep affection.
On the other hand, Zuo Xiong, this guy did not hesitate to use his younger brother as a meat shield at the last moment.
The degree of cold-bloodedness can be seen.
Zuo Xiong hugged Zuo Jun's body and cried for a while, then stood up.
He pulled out the sword in his hand and walked towards Ye Qingzhou.
"Damn, hand over the Tianyou Five Qi Pill you picked up just now, this is my brother's desperate effort!" Zuo Xiong said sharply.
Ye Qingzhou's expression was cold: "You may not be able to figure out the situation, just now it was because you casually messed with the things here that we almost died, and you dare to ask me to take the pill?" ”
"Also, didn't you understand the situation, and you wanted to kill me alone?!"
Just when the two were arguing.
Yuan Gang and the others also rushed out of the passage at the moment when the stone gate fell.
They were more or less wounded.
It is far from being as easy as Ye Qingzhou.
Yuan Gang watched Zuo Xiong draw his sword and point at Ye Qingzhou, and raised his eyebrows sharply: "Zuo Xiong, what are you doing?" ”
In his heart, he was already a little impatient with these two brothers.
Both incidents were caused by these two brothers.
Zuo Xiong ignored Yuan Gang, gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Qingzhou: "Boy, you will pay the price." ”
"I'll wait." Ye Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was already thinking in his heart, how to kill this Zuo Xiong later.
This guy is extremely vindictive, and it must be a scourge to keep it.
Yuan Gang opened his mouth and said: "Now we don't know what danger awaits us in this ancient tomb, if you have any more infighting, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless!" ”
Now, he has also restrained his good temper and seems to be very strong.
No way.
As soon as he entered the outer tomb, he encountered so many changes.
The danger of this ancient tomb was far beyond his expectations.
One is not good, I'm afraid everyone will die here.
There may be treasures in the tombs, but they must also be taken.
Dingyuan looked at Zuo Jun's corpse not far away, and chose the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, let the poor monk come and spend time for Zuo Jun's benefactor." ”
He folded his hands and stood beside Zuo Jun and recited the scriptures.
Yuan Gang shook his head, only said 'festival condolences', and began to observe the surrounding terrain.
In his heart, Zuo Jun is dead, maybe it's still a good thing.
Otherwise, God knows what he's going to do next.
There are many crises here, and it is impossible for him to keep an eye on Zuo Jun.
Yuan Gang inspected the main hall and frowned: "Now the way back has been completely blocked, and I can only find an exit from here." ”
After a pause, he continued: "I think that the medicine king has been indifferent to fame and fortune in his life, and he should not bury the terracotta warriors after his death, he must have other purposes for setting these terracotta warriors here, perhaps, the secret of the exit is hidden in these terracotta warriors." ”
"Brother Ye, what do you think?"
After the incidents just now, he also found that Ye Qingzhou has good strength, quick thinking, and strong observation.
Therefore, he didn't mind listening to Ye Qingzhou's opinion.
See ...... with your eyes Ye Qingzhou thought for a while and said, "When I came in just now, I seemed to hear a strange sound, but it quickly disappeared again. ”
He spoke out about the suspicions he had discovered.
He didn't think he had heard it wrong.
After all, when his strength reaches his level, his five senses are much stronger than ordinary people.
Although the voice just now only lasted for a few breaths, it definitely came from inside this hall.
Yuan Gang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Voice? ”
In this hall, there is nothing but these terracotta warriors.
Could it be the sound of these terracotta warriors?
Yuan Gang was thinking about it.
Inside the main hall.
An inexplicable voice really sounded.
"Twitter!"
The sound was like the chirping of an insect, and it seemed rapid and short.
After a few screams, it disappeared again.
Yuan Gang's eyes showed a look of vigilance: "There is really a voice, where did it come from?!" ”
The hall is spacious, and because it is closed, there is a slight echo.
He wasn't sure which direction the sound was coming from.
Dingyuan pronounced the Buddha's name: "It seems to have come from the Terracotta Army." ”
He has been cultivating the Golden Bell Jar of Buddhism since he was a child, so his hearing is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists.
When Yuan Gang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp, and looked at the terracotta warriors in the burial pit in front of him: "This, this terracotta warrior is carved from clay sculptures, how can it make a sound?" ”
Just as he said that.
"Twitter!"
The voice came again.
This time, the sound lasted longer.
Everyone was prepared, and they immediately followed the source of the sound.
Only then did I realize that the sound was indeed coming from the terracotta warriors.
And yet—
Before everyone could find the source of the sound.
Something even weirder happened.
I saw that the clay sculptures on the terracotta warriors began to fall down one after another.
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