There were many battles in the Tang Tombs, and there were very few battles between true cultivators, and countless people were attacked by the black-robed people, either seriously injured or killed.

There was a lot of chaos outside the Tang Tomb, and it was people's hearts and emotions that were messing up, and many sect elders proposed to terminate the Tang Tomb and let all the participating cultivators go out, so as not to cause unnecessary deaths.

Lord Zhuge did not agree to this proposal, with the bell in his hand, life and death were naturally held in his hand, and the cost of terminating and forcibly teleporting at this time was too huge. Zuo Tang Shen was silent and did not say anything about this.

There are a lot of people in the mausoleum who have stayed.

Bai Jiu and Tang Chun looked at the black-robed man who was cut into two pieces and thought deeply, the strength of the black-robed was very strong, if it was based on the realm theory, it had the strength of the upper realm, and on the way to fight, the two found that this person's move was very casual, and there were no moves at all, there were no details and no fluctuations in true qi, just kept swinging the sword, he would always be surprised, and his skills were extremely agile.

There was sticky black blood on the ground, like thick ink that had not been ground and even. The black blood had an extremely pungent smell, like the trenches that had not been washed in Yong'an City for many years.

Stale, old, dirty and shady.

Looking at the appearance of the black robe falling, the two finally confirmed their previous conjecture - this is not a person.

The blue and dry skin, the black and smelly blood, no breathing and no vital signs, the most surprising thing for the two of them was that the golden mask was not worn, but perfectly fit the skin on the face, and life and death were connected together.

Washing the sword in green water, the smell of the fish was unbearable, too pungent.

The two squatted at the water's edge, and Bai Jiu used his sword to stir up a patch of green water in the lake, scattering the black blood on the shore of the lake.

"It is rumored that there were 300 dead soldiers in the royal generation surnamed Li in the Tang Dynasty, all of whom wore black robes and gold faces." Bai Jiu looked at Tang Chun, he knew that Tang Chun should know about this matter, and even know better.

Tang Chun looked at the mountain peak hidden in the fog at the height, and said slowly: "The answer lies in that green mountain. ”

Bai Jiu said: "Three hundred dead soldiers are only one here, and there are all the remaining ones in the Tang Tomb." ”

Tang Chun said: "It's been too long, no one knows what happened here in a hundred years, if you want to find out why these dead soldiers killed people and why they took out their hearts, you can only know when you get to the top of the mountain." ”

Bai Jiu raised his eyebrows and was slightly silent, since he entered Tang Ling, he had already noticed Tang Chun's strangeness, especially when he looked into his eyes, which revealed that they were no longer the gentleness and confidence of the past, but the melancholy of the years and a little nervousness about the unseen. Bai Jiu knew that everyone had secrets, so he didn't ask Tang Chun why he knew so much, nor did he ask him why he was so familiar with these things, but asked, "Is Emperor Tang dead?" ”

Tang Chun shook his head and said, "If you are not in the world, you don't know life and death." ”

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To the east of the Tang Tombs, there is a range of undulating peaks and ridges, which are towering into the sky like a few small and weak dirt slopes. Beneath the peak, a wide river flows rapidly, looking from afar like a silver ribbon between heaven and earth.

This river is not as magnificent as Dayu Tianshui, nor is it as leisurely as Yong'an Qishui, but it appears in this Tang Tomb, like a natural danger, dividing the world into two.

On the other side of the river is a vast plain, with grass and a few messy dwarf trees, and from a distance, you can see that there is a slender gray line across the sky, which is level with the river, as if someone has added a straight line to this sky, not a mountain range, I don't know what it is.

If you walk along the river, you will find a lot of people, who have been looking at the other side calmly not long ago, wondering how to cross the river.

Then, the unexpected happened.

Something suddenly appeared in the river, and a group of black-robed people slowly walked out of the bottom of the river at some point or for some reason, and then before everyone could ask, those black-robed people killed people under the surprised eyes of everyone.

For a while, the sword light on this side of the river bank was shining, and the sound of anger and screams kept coming.

Some of the cultivators were injured and left in the constant exchanges, but because of their unwillingness, they did not crush the bell, but retreated to the mountains and forests behind them.

They were angry that the black-robed man was quick to attack, and he didn't show any mercy to make a fatal move, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest while healing his wounds, and he was vigilant to prevent those people from chasing and killing.

At this moment, two people dressed in black robes walked down the mountain, and the injured cultivator in the mountain forest exclaimed, and hurriedly prepared to get up and make a move, and he had already held the fleeing bell in his hand.

However, neither of them glanced at the men, but walked directly to the riverbank, and one of the people with the umbrella stopped and stood on a high rock, looking at it.

The sun fell on the stones, and at this time I saw that it was a short-haired girl with a graceful and delicate face.

The man who walked into the river bank was tall, and after he stretched out his hand, he slowly pulled out the long sword on his back, and the sword body came out to meet the light, so clear that the spring water was as bright as the distant sky.

The sword is as confident as a human.

The sword light rises from the riverbank, a sword bank partes, and the river is quiet.

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The girl looked at the corpses scattered on the riverbank, frowned, and the tip of her nose was gathered together because of the smell of black blood, which looked very cute. She asked, "Senior brother, what are these?"

The young man washed his sword by the river and said, "There were puppeteers in the Tang Dynasty at that time, and these should be the puppets left behind at that time." ”

The girl sighed, then muttered, it smelled so bad, and then asked, "Senior brother, where are we going now?" ”

The young man pondered for a moment, then looked at the mountain peak in the distance and said, "How do you say that sentence, the mountain is not high, there are immortals. ”

The girl pursed her lips and said, "This sentence has no deep meaning at all. ”

The young man put the sword back, raised his eyebrows, and then smiled a little shyly, and said, "When I was a child, I practiced too much sword and read too little, so I used whatever I wanted." ”

"What will be on the mountain?"

"As long as it's a puppet, someone will be manipulating, even a human puppet is the same, these puppets must wake up from their slumber for a reason, they only kill people to take their hearts, haven't you thought about why?"

The girl frowned, and said with some surprise: "Isn't it all cult sacrifices or something like taking flesh and blood. ”

The young man shook his head and said, "The heart is the cultivator's secluded mansion, and after the lack of gods, the divine consciousness is from the inside out, and the qi sinks into the dantian qi sea, but the spirit moves to the secluded mansion. ”

The girl was surprised, "Could it be that they collect it for people to eat?" ”

The young man pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible, the Xuanyin Sect had a gluttonous method back then, but it was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty very early. ”

The girl looked at the mountain peaks hidden in the mist in the distance, and said softly: "The Tang Emperor wanted to live forever, and secretly searched for the whole world, so there will be the Nantian Dao Gate in the future. ”

She turned her gaze to the young man, looked unhappy, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, can we not go?" ”

She wasn't afraid, he just felt that there must be more people on the mountain, she didn't like it, and even a little disgusting.

The young man sighed, she knew that her junior sister had lived with her little uncle since she was a child, and her heart was also affected by the snowfields in the north, so she was a little cold and withdrawn, but their task this time was very heavy. Uncle Xiao has rarely come back since he left the sect, but this time he returned to the mountain gate and left his little sister behind.

Uncle Shi cares about the world, and his high hopes are placed on the younger generation, no matter what the situation, he will take care of the famous juniors, so the issues that Uncle Shi attaches so much importance to must be related to the future of the world.

Celestial? Spirits? Phoenix? What will it be? He felt that this matter was becoming more and more obscure, and he said slowly: "This time we are here to investigate one thing, there is an abnormality in Lingjian Mountain, and Uncle Xiao also feels that there will be problems in the Tang Tomb this time, all the problems in the Nantian Dao Gate point to the Tang Tomb, and we must go to this mountain." ”

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After the green water is the garden, and after the garden is the green mountain.

Bai Jiu and Tang Chun did not walk directly to the green mountain, but entered the garden.

There was no need to open the door this time, the door had been torn to shreds by the sword light. This time, they were more worried that a sword light would fly out, because when they bypassed the green water, they had already seen the scenery in the garden.

Sure enough, the scene, on the colored stone screen facing the gate, leans against the corpse of a person.

The young cultivator's chest was full of wounds, his left chest had been hollowed out, and the secluded mansion was gone, and the thing he was holding in his left hand in the black robe and gold face was this person's heart.

His face was the same as that of the man who had died earlier, numb, desperate, surprised and terrified.

There is more than innocent death, and there is more sin in life, and this person is not only guilty before he dies, this kind of method is too cruel.

Tangling is not only a trip of experience, but also a road of treasure hunting.

The three dynasties participated, and there was an agreement between them that they could fight, but they could not involve life and death. The deep meaning of the bell is the guarantee to prevent accidents from staying, the vigilance between the three dynasties, the vigilance between the cultivators, all of them have been thought of, but they have not thought that there will be something killing people in the Tang Tomb.

The experience may still be the experience, the treasure hunt is still the treasure hunt, but the degree of danger is now completely different from before, if it is really as Bai Jiu guessed, these black robes and gold faces are really related to the three hundred dead soldiers of the Li family in the Tang Dynasty, then in this Tang Tomb, I don't know how many such things exist. This mountain forest is far from being as green as it seems, and the misty green mountains in the distance are full of unknown dangers, full of life and death.

The garden is very large, built next to the mountain, and the natural scenery is unique.

If it is really as rumored, the Tang Emperors of all dynasties were buried in the Tang Tombs, then Bai Jiu and the two have still not seen a mausoleum until now.

The garden is for the living to live, perhaps there were some mausoleum guards living here back then, but they were isolated from the world for a hundred years, and the natural life and death are unknown. There are a lot of rooms in the yard, and the furnishings are not brand new, but they are not shabby either. There are traces of someone's life, and there will naturally be something left behind by someone, and maybe there are really inherited treasures.