The palace of Chang'an City brews storms, and in Yangling, it is bloody and bloody.

The night attack that had not appeared for a long time made many people in Yangling mentions, and Wei Juan, Zhi Budo and others even dispatched the doormen from the family to patrol and guard.

Compared to the first night attack, their number has increased by almost two hundred.

These people have a variety of good and bad cultivations, but they have their own special qualities.

There are thieves who cry chickens and dogs, there are also those who are good at magic, and there are those who are powerful.

"It would be nice if Shen Pei sent ten great Confucians here!"

Wei Juan held a python whip and sighed.

The great Confucianism that Wei Juan said was not Confucian students such as Kong Zhong, but real masters of fighting methods, which involved Kong Anguo, Zhou Ba, Xia Kuan, Danglu and others.

These people have cultivated to at least have the Divine Power Realm, and they can also participate in the battle as masters of real insertion, which is far from being comparable to these disciples they have gathered.

He looked ahead over more than a dozen frightened doormen, only to see a huge white giant deer rampage, relying on the advantages of the demon body to continue to impact and run, layers of purple brilliance continued to fall, constantly getting rid of the shackles brought by Kong Zhong and others relying on earth arts.

These five unattractive and short Confucian scholars were pursued and fled in all directions, many of whom hid in the burrows of the ground, and some of the doormen and patrol guards who could not dodge were trampled to death.

This is the right envoy beside the Lord of the Evil Ross River Holy Land, even if Lu Baibai is just entering the realm of his true self, the other party has no doubt that Kong Zhong and the others have no idea, that is, Wei Juan and Zhi Budo have to keep their distance and cast spells against them.

"Cast a spell!"

But when the voice came from a few meters away, Wei Juan didn't have the slightest idea of casting a spell against Lu Baibai.

He suddenly mentioned in his heart, and the python whip turned into a green python wrapped around his body, and two more doormen held heavy shields in front of him.

As soon as the heavy shield fell and stood firm, Wei Juan only felt a pain in his body, and the green python guarding his body hissed violently, and the cyan poisonous mist sprayed forward.

In the poisonous mist, a woman in green clothes showed her body with two short knives.

"You're really interesting, you actually use this thousand-year-old demon python's demon treasure to target me, don't you know that what our clan is most afraid of is snakes and insects!"

A hint of anger crossed Kong Ning's eyes.

It is not for nothing that she has been staring at Wei Wan since she rushed into Yangling, and seeing that the big demon of the demon clan was made into a magic weapon by the other party, how did Kong Ning swallow this evil breath.

It's like the demon clan holding a human skull as a wine bottle, but anyone who sees it will inevitably cause discomfort.

Her voice still echoed in the distance, but the person had already approached Wei Juan.

"Then are you afraid of the talisman?"

Wei Juan's body was inserted, and a golden light floated on the surface of his body.

This made him frightened and heartbroken, the fear was that he had just been stabbed directly in the waist by Kong Ning's double knives, and the sad thing was that the top vajra talisman was one less than one, and he also needed to use other talismans.

"Go!"

Wei Wan flicked his sleeves, and reached out for a blue talisman between his hands, he just reached out and pinched it, and a thunderbolt already flew out of his hand.

Manpower is poor, and no matter how fast the speed is, there is a limit, and thunder and lightning are rarely avoided, and Kong Ning is obviously in this category.

Especially since they are less than a meter away at this time, which is almost unavoidable.

The roar of explosion and thunder suddenly rang out.

The surprise on Wei Xuan's face hadn't yet been revealed, and he saw a blue light floating on Kong Ning's body, and most of this thunder had already bounced off.

"The deity goes in first, if you have the guts, come with me, and see if you still survive as well as last time!"

The deer went on a rampage, and Kong Ning struck at speed during the night, chasing Wei Wan without cutting off the hanging lanterns.

His gaze swept over the two helpers who were not in danger, and then smiled at Zhi Budo, who was more than ten meters away, and casually threw the burnt heavy armor sergeant in his hand to the ground.

"You shouldn't be Candle Nine Yin, who the hell are you?"

Zhi Budo shouted and asked, but the Venerable did not respond.

He smiled faintly at Zhi Budo, and by the time his body reappeared, he was already more than ten meters away.

He drilled towards the stone door at the entrance to the tomb, and then turned into a ball of fire that had penetrated through a fist-sized hole.

"You are guarding outside, don't let that deer demon and bird demon rush into the emperor's tomb, and I will fight with this person again!"

Zhi Bu is undoubtedly a great monk of the Solips Realm, and the opponent is a Divine Realm monk.

But in the battle between the two, Zhi Budo was almost completely defeated.

If it weren't for a feather arrow in the Emperor's Tomb that pierced the opponent's body, there is no doubt that he would have died last night.

His gaze flickered, but it was only a short time before he decided to fight Zunshang again.

His strength lies in cultivation, but his disadvantage lies in his magic.

Those who practice the Huang Lao's art have a long life, and there is no lack of profound cultivation, but the Huang Lao school's fighting skills are very few, and there is no doubt that there is no use for the cultivation of the empty body, and the magic power of the other schools learned is inferior or even a few chips.

He suppressed cultivators below the Divine Powers Realm, but in the face of those who were good at magic in the Divine Powers Realm, his advantage would be drastically reduced, and if he met a genius cultivator in this realm, it would not be surprising that he would be defeated.

But at the moment, he had no choice.

The unfirmness in his eyes was only a flash and had disappeared, and it had turned into a dead intent.

After repelling the doormen who were difficult to insert into the battle, he undoubtedly carried a lantern and walked to the entrance of the imperial tomb with a bronze ruler.

He muttered a few words, and the heavy stone door, which was almost two people high, suddenly slowly pushed open.

Zhi Budo glanced at the round hole in the stone door, and then recited a mantra in his mouth.

He grabbed the gravel on the ground and stuffed it into the hole, and then the bronze ruler he held pointed towards the stone door, floating with a faint purple light, and the stone door moved with a metallic sound.

The stone door slowly closed after entering the room, as if a metal gate was indestructible.

The heads of several old doormen who followed the straight man lowered their heads, and some people silently piled up giant trees, stone tablets, terracotta figurines and other objects at the gate of the imperial tomb.

Whether or not these occlusions can be used or not, it is better than doing nothing.

But the hearts of the old doormen are also cold.

They knew very well that there was no doubt that this time they were guarding the emperor's tomb with the idea of dying and having no return.

For Zhi Budo, the other party is always so plain, even if he is running to death.

Zhi Budo never seems to like to explain anything to others, and never likes to emphasize anything on his lips, he chose to do what he should do, and the old customers have followed Zhi Budo for a long time, and they are used to this style of work, and they almost have a similar way of doing things.

Everyone blocked the entrance to the Imperial Tomb, and when the white deer that was so large that it could only look up could only be raised to rush in, everyone resisted stubbornly without letting out a panicked shout.

Blood splattered, and wooden spikes pierced through some of the people's bodies, but no one wailed or roared.

Like broken straw mats, their corpses were smashed into all directions by the deer's huge white antlers.