That's the Primordial!

Under the blood-red flowers, thousands of palace maids danced, and their graceful bodies were accompanied by the same wonderful music around them, outlining the prosperity and peace of the prosperous era.

Han Jing faced this qiē, but saw an endless sea of blood!

On the night of the Dajing Rebellion, how many princes and grandsons were slaughtered? How many civil and military generals were exterminated for reasons unknown to the Nine Clans.

It is believed that the blood of that night will be even more blood-red than the current flowers, filling countless ditches and rising the river outside Dajing.

But what about the truth?

How many people in the world are in the know?

Even after Han Jing obtained the inheritance of the old man of Mengdao, he actually did not get any memory of this - did the old man of Mengdao not know? No! At that time, the old man of Mengdao was the only disciple of the Sanqing Immortal Emperor, and he was the national teacher of Emperor Taizu, and he was in Dajing that night!

And why?

Why did the old man of Mengdao hide this memory and not pass it on to Han Jing?

Why......

One qiē, can only be a head-on collision between Han Jing and Taigu Lie to get the truth?

Singing and dancing on the white jade platform, Han Jing took one last look at Taigu Lie, and then slowly closed his eyes.

一qiē will continue!

Also continuing!

......

The rules of Dajing's talent are really exactly the same as those that Jin Buying gave to Han Jing and the others - a total of two levels.

So the high tide of the grand ceremony ended in the final transmission!

When layers of golden walls of light flashed around the square outside the entire Wenxian Palace, the tens of thousands of warriors inside immediately merged into a large area of light.

When the light passes, it is the real beginning of the talent discourse!

"The first level, the extremely quiet war drum! Those who ring one sound can get 1,000 spirit stones and one elixir! Those who ring two times can get 10,000 spirit stones and 10 high-grade pills! Those who ring three times can get 100,000 spirit stones and 100 high-grade pills, and at the same time obtain the qualification to enter the inner tomb! Those who ring four times can get 300,000 spirit stones and 10 top-grade pills, and they can enter the depths of the inner tomb for thousands of miles at the same time; those who ring five sounds ......"

......

When the announcement of a celebrant still seemed to ring in his ears, Han Jing had already followed the white light and tens of thousands of martial artists to a new world.

Here, is the outer mausoleum of Emperor Taizu's mausoleum?

Here, tens of thousands of warriors are actually standing in a row, like a straight line, and they are only one zhang away from each other, no more, no less!

At the same time, no matter who they were, they could clearly feel the existence of a powerful forbidden force at this moment—this force imprisoned everyone's bodies here, making people unable to move.

But just in front of the more than 10,000 people who stretched for an unknown distance, an equally strange wall of light appeared!

People and light walls, two parallel straight lines!

There were no other patterns or entrances on the light wall, and all that appeared were war drums! How many warriors appeared, and how many war drums appeared in front of them!

When the heavenly sense was released, Han Jing could see Sword Thirteen, see the slashing night, see Liang Yusheng and the others, but these people were also unable to move, and their faces were extremely solemn.

"This is the first level! It's not time to beat the drums of war......"

Thinking of the scroll that Jin Buying had given him earlier, Han Jing took a light breath and his mind calmed down, and his eyes slowly closed!

Time passes!

Half an hour later, Han Jing felt that it was really terrifyingly quiet here!

No sound, no outside sound!

Or maybe it couldn't be said that there was no sound here, because Han Jing gradually heard the sound of his own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing—this qiē, which did not require his heavenly sense to look inward, was naturally heard, and became more and more obvious and louder.

Then another half an hour passed in a flash, and Han Jing heard more voices!

Because the ultimate of stillness, it is the real sound that is born, the real huge sound!

Han Jing could hear the sound of his heartbeat like a war drum roaring, and the flow of blood was like a rushing river.

Even if the wind blew, the sound of his white shirt fluttering gently was already like a rainstorm that was about to collapse......

Finally, it was also at this time that the body of a warrior suddenly flew out backwards as if it had suffered a serious misfortune!

Some people can't stand the "loud noise" that comes after such a very quiet sound!

"I see!"

Seeing someone flying out upside down in his heavenly sense, Han Jing seemed to be sure of something.

"I don't know who the designer of this Taizu Emperor's Mausoleum is, or is it what Taizu did during his lifetime?

"If the martial artists who come here have disrespect for Taizu or have other intentions, they will be impetuous, and they will make more loud noises by themselves!

"Even if the warriors who come here are not tomb robbers or disrespectful to Taizu, this wall of light and the extremely quiet war drums inside it can also be regarded as a barrier like a moat, enough to keep countless warriors out of the mausoleum!"

"Because only a martial artist who understands the true meaning of kendo and knows the truth that 'the source of the sword is stillness' can truly persevere......"

Thinking of this, Han Jing withdrew his heavenly sense, his sword heart moved slightly, and it was empty!

......

At the same time, more and more warriors can't hold on after all!

A woman in her early twenties suddenly let out a piercing scream at this moment, but it did not affect the warriors around her, but directly shocked her eyes and her entire delicate body immediately burst out backwards - she, failed, was already shocked out of the range of the outer tomb.

Another Liujia-aged old man also looked more and more hideous at this moment.

He was holding on to something, but he couldn't suppress it after all, so he bared his teeth and scolded angrily, and then his body seemed to break free from some confinement and finally rushed forward.

In front of him was the war drum, he beat the war drum, just a sound, but his body also disappeared in an instant the moment the war drum sounded - he was also forbidden by the realm of this first level and sent back to the Wenxian Palace!

There were many more people who were already bleeding from their mouths and noses, and even some of the younger warriors turned into white light before they had time to scream, and disappeared from the outer tomb in an instant and returned directly to the Wenxian Palace!

Afterwards......

Sword Thirteen moves!

One step, two steps, and when the third step stopped, he was already standing in front of the war drum of his own.

"...... Looking"

A punch was thrown, and the drum sounded, but only he could hear it, and he was the only one who was bearing the terrifying sound wave impact that he knew......

"Poof......

A big mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose at the same time!

......

"Slave cripple, if that remnant strikes with all his might, how many times do you think he can ring it?"

The Jinluan Hall was still empty, only Taigu Lie and the Remnant Slave were standing up and down.

With his back to the remnant slave, Tai Gu Lie said, "Back then, I rang five times to enter the inner tomb, but what about him?"

After thinking about it, the remnant slave said, "Four sounds!"

Hearing such an answer, the corners of Tai Gu Lie's mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied smile: "Four war drums, you can enter the Inner Tomb within a thousand miles, in this position, we should have at least a hundred people, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Good, good!"