An obscure mana streaked across the night sky.

In the emperor's tomb in Yangling, an arrow with a golden feather began to rotate like a compass.

After a full thirty-six turns, the feathered arrow seemed to have made a specific aim, and the red tail feathers began to glow with a dark red light.

More than a hundred steps away, the sound of the eight-sided sword whistling was endless.

In this battle for the tomb, Zhou Taiwei's terracotta figurines are undoubtedly the main force, even if the level of refining of this human terracotta figurines is not high, but it can't bear that Zhou Taiwei was the first person in the Han Dynasty in the past.

The material of this pottery puppet wins over the technology, and it also brings extremely terrifying power.

In the sword light, the body of the Venerable continued to float, and almost half of the sword wounds were absorbed.

But Captain Zhou did run into a nemesis tonight.

The Heaven-Shaking Arrow had not yet killed Zunshang's Dharma Body, and Taiwei Zhou's puppet could only injure Zunshang, but it was not enough to kill him.

"Okay, you Emperor Jing, it seems that there should be a Yin Soul Treasure in your tomb to press the bottom of the box, otherwise this kind of zombie will not be nourished!"

The Venerable Dharma Body is not a powerful body that can be transformed into a powerful body by breaking a piece of wood, he is also a rarity, and its value is even far greater than Lu Baibai's Qingyan wooden staff.

Seeing that this incarnation was bumped to pieces, His Excellency couldn't help but feel a little congested, and he felt that no matter how much he prepared, he couldn't catch up with the changes.

He leaned forward, dodging the cold air as he approached the pottery figurines of Taiwei Zhou.

For Venerable, the undoubted attack did not have much effect, and it was far from hurting him, but as long as he slowed down his speed by one or two points, he would inevitably have to suffer more swords from Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurines, and he should have to dodge.

"Little thing!"

After guessing the possible hiding of Emperor Jing's mausoleum, when his footsteps were a little sluggish, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

His gaze swept over Zhibudo, and his right hand grabbed Zhibudo as his eyes narrowed slightly.

When the eight-sided sword struck his body in succession, causing countless shocks, a flame had already shot towards Zhi Budo.

The flames collided with the cold air and made an extremely strange squeak, and a large amount of water vapor like white smoke came out.

Zhi Budo just retreated, only to feel a pain in his heart.

He looked at the wooden thorns that pierced his body with a blank expression, and then looked at His Excellency's left hand.

"You seem to be candlestick!"

When a normal cultivator casts a spell, it is undoubtedly the release of one spell after another, but some beings have the ability to operate on the left and the right hand, and there are very few such beings.

If he wanted to look for it without suspicion, he could only guess that the owner of the Evil Ross River Holy Land had this kind of ability.

But what makes it easy to understand is that the candle nine yin in front of him does not seem to be strong.

If it was not a cultivator like him who chased into the tomb, but Cheng Buzhi, Dou Ying and others, he felt that the probability of killing the other party was very high.

He had a hard time judging, and the dizziness and numbness in his head made it difficult for Zhi Budo to think anymore.

In the confrontation of masters, one careless move is enough to distinguish life and death.

Of course, even if he is not suspicious and cautious, he can't stop this kind of double kill.

He dies, and the other party lives.

The world quickly darkened in his eyes.

Death is like sinking into eternal darkness, and once you fall into it, it is difficult to wake up.

Nao was ready for his own death, but he felt that his death was like a short moment.

When his tired eyes slowly opened, he felt that the world seemed to have changed, but the battle between Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurines and the Venerable was not over, and there was still a clanging sound.

When he tried to struggle to step forward and strike together, he found it difficult to take even one step.

"My body...... I'm dead after all! ”

Zhi Budo's gaze swept down, only to see that his body had turned into a terracotta figurine, his head was difficult to rotate, and his body was extremely mechanical, only the wooden arms could swing.

His body lay on his stomach dozens of meters away.

Without the body, there is a lack of acupoints, and without acupoints, it is impossible to circulate mana.

Nao has a consciousness of his own, but he can't do anything.

As he shook his arm, the clay figurine threw the stone that was clutched in the palm of his hand.

"Have I turned into a stone-throwing figurine?"

Nao did not hesitate to swing his wooden arms, and it was difficult for him to understand why he had come back from the dead.

But he soon felt that he was not alone in the terracotta figurines, but there seemed to be many terracotta figurines in a state of chaos around him, or terracotta figurines that had briefly floated in consciousness.

"These terracotta figurines seem to be the death row prisoners buried before, and some are people's husbands, craftsmen, and funeral maids, before His Majesty died, he said that he would like to turn the Yin soldiers into Chang'an City forever, it seems that this is the Yin soldiers under His Majesty's command!"

There is no doubt that the strength of the Yin soldiers is limited, and their strength is somewhat similar to those who fill the pits in the prisoner of war camp, and of course, it is also similar to some hungry people who have been hungry for three days.

But vaguely, he felt that the terracotta figurines he was in seemed to have a little more strength.

As if it would practice automatically, the individual strength of this terracotta figurine is increasing.

The terracotta figurines do not have a physical body, so it is impossible to have a knack, but they have a trace of cultivation strength, which is extremely contradictory.

"Is this what the Shade feels like?"

As soon as he thought about it, he already knew his new identity.

Normal Yin Spirits are like the demons that are occasionally bred among thousands of beasts, and only a few cases appear.

And the current Yin Soul has been transformed in thousands of batches, and even this transformation is extremely efficient, even if he has just died, he has already turned into a Yin Soul state and is placed in the terracotta figurines.

He felt his new state, and vaguely felt something transformed.

"That seems to be the supreme treasure of the Great Qin Dynasty, Sui Hou Zhu, it is rumored that this treasure bead has unfathomable power!"

Zhi Budo still had the ability to think, and even kept his memory, but gradually, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, and what disappeared in his memory.

As if his body had cut through a vein, his memories leaked out of his ghostly body, something that was undoubtedly unstoppable.

"Sui ...... Sui Hou Zhu has ...... There are drawbacks! ”

One last thought crossed his mind.

He soon sank and never thought and thought again.

Indistinguishable from the dwarf terracotta figurines around him, he stood silently, occasionally shaking his wooden arms and throwing stones that didn't exist in his hands.

"You were not as good as me when you lived, how can you beat me when you die?"

There is no doubt that the consciousness is chaotic, and the Venerable in the tomb also competes for victory and defeat.

After being beaten many times, Zun Shang discovered the huge drawbacks of Zhou Taiwei's terracotta figurines, compared to the cultivation state of normal stature, Zhou Taiwei's terracotta figurines were too short in the state, and their bodies were only half as tall as him.

This caused the Zhou Taiwei terracotta figurines to have a poor level in leaping.

The other party is more lacking in thought, and fights more with physical instinct.

To be able to use the word 'poor' to describe the Venerable One means that this kind of opponent has irreparable flaws.

His body turned into a flash of fire, and after a short while, he appeared on the five-meter-high Sima Gate Tower, and also looked at the pottery figurines of Taiwei Zhou who were running and jumping closer.

The broken string Li Guang pottery figurines and the Cheng Buzhi pottery figurines that have never caught up with them were ignored by the Zunshang, he jumped several times at the Zhou Taiwei pottery figurines, and constantly dragged the other party to walk, and waited until he found a bolt to close the Sima Gate gate, and the Zunshang was extremely satisfied and looked at the Zhou Taiwei pottery figurines that were constantly trying to jump outside the city.

This is only a five-meter-high Sima Gate city wall and iron gate, which is the height that Zhou Taiwei's terracotta figurines are difficult to climb.

Of course, even if the Zhou Taiwei terracotta figurines occasionally jumped in higher, the Venerable only had to jump to the other side, and then he could keep the Zhou Taiwei terracotta figurines in it and continue to jump.

He solved the terracotta figurines of Sima Men, and inevitably set his sights on this palace-shaped tomb.

He had been injured by the sky-shattering arrows shot from this tomb before, and now it was His Holiness who came to collect the treasure himself.

His body fluttered forward, and his feet were just about to step into the tomb of Weiyang Palace, where Emperor Jing was located, only to feel that a golden light had already flown in as he expected.