In the main hall, Lin Huang looked at the line of small characters thoughtfully. Then he smiled casually, not understanding what Yang Xuangan was referring to.
On the other wall, there are multiple murals, which look a bit ordinary, and are accompanied by a large amount of text, which are the life experiences of the tomb owner Yang Xuangan.
Lin Huang only read the first few sentences, and his expression changed...
"My name is Yang Xuangan."
"Follow Master Xuanyuan all your life."
"I have been guarding Dongling for more than five hundred years, fighting all the evil spirits and monsters here, and killing all the thieves and enemies here. I have fought three out of nine hundred battles without ever being defeated!"
Lin Huang was shocked as he looked at the small lines of mottled characters on the wall.
Follow Lord Xuanyuan.
Guarding Dongling for more than five hundred years!
In Lin Huang's memory, the Xuanyuan family has been inherited for thousands of years, and Yang Xuangan has guarded this place for five hundred years. He is probably a follower of the first generation head of the Xuanyuan family.
The first generation head of the family who once sealed the Yin Yang Valley, Xuanyuan Zheng.
Lin Huang did not expect that the characters in King Wu's tomb were related to the Xuanyuan family, and to the first generation head of the family.
Afterwards, Lin Huang continued to read:
"The so-called warriors will eventually reach the end of their lives. I am not talented enough. In this life, becoming a Wuhou is already the limit."
"However, the evil spirit of Dongling is not destroyed yet, and I am about to die. What a shame!"
"On the verge of death, I was lucky enough to meet Master Xiao Rentu."
Seeing this, Lin Huang's pupils suddenly shrank...
"Xiao Rentu?"
Xiao Rentu in Yang Xuangan's novel, if Lin Huang's guess is correct, is his master, Xiao Yishan, a human from the Yang world!
"Could it be said that Master and Yang Xuangan are also related?"
Lin Huang murmured and couldn't wait to look back:
"Although I am a disciple of Master, I am extremely lucky in this life. It is like being favored by gods and Buddhas all over the sky. I think about this fate between master and disciple every night, and I laugh like crazy!"
"Under the guidance of my master, I broke through the secret door in my body and entered the realm of the King of Martial Arts overnight! I was even awarded the martial art of the Cross Yama by my master!"
Seeing this, Lin Huang's expression became a little strange, "Is the owner of this tomb Yang Xuangan really his senior brother?"
Lin Huang curled his lips and smiled, thinking that Xiao Yishan had quite a few disciples, including Yan Zangfeng and Yang Xuangan. I wonder if there are still more in the Eastern Spirit Realm?
Lin Huang's eyes moved away, and then he continued to look.
"I am very lucky that the dying person can enter the realm of King Wu. From then on, his life will be long, and he will be able to suppress the evil spirits of the East Spirit for another three hundred years!"
"However, things are unpredictable. Yin Yang Valley will eventually riot, and the evil king will revive. However, the young master of Changge is too young to suppress the evil king!"
"In times of crisis, I had no choice but to enter the Yin Yang Valley with my son Yang Tianque to fight against the evil king!"
When he saw this, Lin Huang's eyes lit up slightly, and he connected Yang Xuangan's experiences in his mind. The little protagonist of Chang Ge in Yang Xuangan's novel should be Xuanyuan Changge.
Xuanyuan Changge, on the other hand, was a member of the Xuanyuan family who joined hands with Jia Tiansheng more than three hundred years ago to kill the evil leader Chou Dali.
"If you think about it, the riot in Yin Yang Valley happened just before Qiu Dali's rise!"
Lin Huang murmured, his eyes falling on the stone wall again:
"In this battle, the seal of Yin Yang Valley was finally repaired, and the evil king was silenced. However, I was also penetrated by the blood crow. In addition, my injuries were serious, and there was no chance of survival!"
"Why should a man regret dying? It will only be a severed head and bleeding! However, I am worried that if the evil king does not die, it will be a disaster, and what will happen after his death will be immeasurable. For this reason, I order Xuanyuan's descendants not to bury my body. If he
If there is any change in Chao Yin Yang Valley, people from the Xuanyuan family can control my corpse and use the remains of my King Wu to suppress the evil king again!"
"In my lifetime, I will forever suppress the evil king for eight hundred years!"
"If I die, I will suppress the evil king forever!"
Seeing this, Yang Xuangan's self-narration has been completed.
Lin Huang looked back, with a complicated look on his face, and his eyes were full of reverence.
A warrior fights for his beliefs throughout his life, whether he lives or dies.
This deserves respect!
Lin Huang couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he thought about how he had taken off the plaque on the giant palace. He didn't understand the meaning of the night watchman, nor did he understand Yang Xuangan's feelings of swearing to guard the Eastern Spiritual Realm to the death.
But he could read between the lines and understand Yang Xuangan's warrior heart, which was as unwavering as a rock and as bright as the wind and the moon!
"Evil King!"
"Blood Spirit Palace!"
Lin Huang murmured softly, and the look of disgust between his eyebrows became more intense. He knew that the purpose of the Blood Spirit Palace was to break the seal of Yin Yang Valley and resurrect the evil king.
And he naturally doesn't have the slightest fondness for the Blood Spirit Palace.
…
When Lin Huang was looking at the mural text, many people had already poured into the first floor of the huge palace.
And not long after, a roar sounded loudly in the hall.
Everyone looked aside, and when they turned their heads, they saw an afterimage with no trace of blood rushing into the hall.
And behind the afterimage, there was the sound of thunder, as powerful as a landslide!
The bloody afterimage paused, and the figure of the Bloody Marquis was revealed.
At this moment, he looked extremely embarrassed, with dozens of lacerated wounds all over his body, a fist-sized hole in his chest, and blood dripping from his body.
Behind the Blood-clothed Marquis, where the sound of thunder struck, was the Xuanzi Army who was chasing after them in a frantic manner.
The leader is naturally Shen Qingshan, the leader of Xuanzi Camp.
However, there were only two hundred people left in the Xuanzi camp at this time. Half of the people's armor was broken, and blood stained the robes under the armor red, and followed the cracks in the armor.
Both Shen Qingshan and Shen Qingshan had a scar on their chest that was so deep that the bones could be seen!
"The Marquis in Blood Clothes will be captured before he can restrain himself. My subordinates in Xuanziying never leave anyone alive!"
Shen Qingshan raised his gun, pointed it at the Bloody Marquis, and shouted angrily.
"Hmph! The legendary Xuanzi Camp is nothing more than that. If you want me to capture you without mercy, you are not qualified yet." The Bloody Marquis covered the hole in his chest with one hand and said gloomily.
Shen Qingshan smiled and said: "It took us three years to find King Wu's tomb. It took another half a year to spread the news, and finally we lured you out. Do you think you can leave here alive?"
The Bloody Marquis also smiled coldly, "Don't I know that this is Xuanyuan Tibing's plan? But I still come, because what you don't know is that I already know how to break Yang Xuangan's suppression strategy!
"
Shen Qingshan's expression condensed.
The suppression strategy mentioned by the Bloody Marquis was naturally the Xuanyuan family's method of turning Yang Xuangan's corpse into one of the eight incarcerations used to suppress Yin Yang Valley.
Seeing Shen Qingshan's hesitation, the blood-clothed Hou Senran smiled and continued: "What you don't know is that when the tomb of King Wu was designed, Cao Yangming was involved, but he was just an unknown little Kanyu master at the time!"
"Cao Yangming!"
Shen Qingshan's eyes narrowed, murderous intent bursting out of them.
"Hahaha... Xuanyuan Tibing was defeated in this battle after all!"
The Bloody Marquis laughed and said, as he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly wavered in the air, and several bloody threads came out from the fingertips and fell towards the one hundred and eight points in the hall.
Shen Qingshan's expression changed and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Kill!"
The Xuanzi Army roared like thunder, like wind and lightning, and headed towards the Blood-clothed Marquis...
"That's too late!"
The Bloody Marquis laughed gloomily, and his figure suddenly began to split into two, then into four, and then into eight!
"Eight clones, I want to see how you, Shen Qingshan, can kill me." The blood-clothed Marquis laughed, and as he moved his hands, the silk threads in the hall became more and more chaotic.
Everyone in the main hall looked at the scene in front of them, all dumbfounded, and deeply shocked in their hearts.
They never thought that the so-called Tomb of King Wu was just a tactic of Xuanyuan raising his troops.
I didn't expect to see the legendary Xuanzi Camp today.
And this mysterious and powerful Blood-clothed Marquis actually dispatched the Xuanzi Battalion to strangle him.
Who is this Blood-clothed Marquis?
Few people present knew the existence of the Blood-clothed Marquis, but they were still extremely shocked. Two hundred Xuanzi troops faced off against a generation of Wuhou.
Lin Huang was also shocked. He didn't expect that the two sides actually fought from the fourth floor to the first floor.
However, during the battle between the two sides, Lin Huang was more concerned about the changes in the main hall.
As the thread in the Xueyihou's hand continued to hit the wall, the entire hall began to undergo earth-shaking changes...
Lin Huang had seen three of the four walls, but not the last one.
At this moment, it was that wall that changed.
There is only a simple relief on that wall.
The relief is a corpse sitting cross-legged, with a sad face and frosty hair. Under the corpse, there is a huge crow being suppressed.
Above the corpse, there is a sentence engraved in large inscriptions, which is extremely domineering and has a posture that shocks the world:
Night watchman Yang Xuangan suppresses the devil with this!
This sentence made Lin Huang feel particularly familiar.
This is what Lin Huang said on the plaque when he took it off.
At this moment, the reliefs on the wall began to slowly fall off, and the entire wall began to collapse. A bloody light swept out from behind the wall along the cracks.
An extremely cold aura instantly filled the hall.
Lin Huang's expression changed drastically, and a familiar feeling came to his heart. The cold aura coming out from behind the wall was the aura of the Blood Crow.
Looking at the gradually collapsing wall, Shen Qingshan's expression changed drastically. His resolute face trembled slightly, but he roared with utmost determination:
"Jade Broken Formation!"
"promise!"
The two hundred Xuanzi Army marched resolutely, their faces full of determination and determination, and they headed towards the Blood-clothed Marquis without any hesitation...
Then, Lin Huang's eyes widened, and he saw dozens of Xuanzi troops rushing towards the Blood-clothed Marquis, suddenly exploding from the void. The terrifying air wave instantly lifted everyone in the hall away.
"You crazy people!"
The Blood-clothed Marquis roared angrily, and the eight clones merged into one, and his whole body was dripping with blood and was extremely miserable.
However, before the Blood-clothed Marquis could finish his words, dozens of Xuanzi troops rushed towards the Blood-clothed Marquis to die!
boom!
There was another sound, and dozens of Tianyuan realms self-destructed, shaking the entire hall, and the terrifying energy turbine blew everyone away again.
Lin Huang hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his bones almost fell apart. Even if he had practiced the King Kong Technique to the realm of destruction, he could not withstand such a terrifying self-destruction.
Just like the Blood-clothed Marquis, Lin Huang looked at those Xuanzi soldiers who were brazenly going to die, like a group of lunatics.
Behind the crowd, Shen Qingshan had a cold face. Even though his face was trembling and his eyes were filled with tears, he still stood there like an iron tower, with proud will in his voice:
"Today, I will teach you, the evil demons, what the Iron-Armored Xuanzi Army is!"
"What are Xuanyuan tribesmen!"
"Why can't evil prevail over good?"
"What is a bright world!"
…
Lu Han looked at the scene in front of him, his face was already a little trembling, and he grasped Axiu's golden gun tightly with both hands. No matter how the soldier spirit roared, Lu Han did not move even half a step, but his dark eyes were full of confusion.
color...
"Madman! Madman! You are all madman!"
In the main hall, the Blood-clothed Marquis roared and let out a shrill laugh. He was extremely crazy, "Do you really think that I, the Blood-clothed Marquis, am the only one in this hall? Do you really think that those Wu Hous who were hiding before entering the tomb are
,Are they all dead?"
"Kill me!"
Along with the roar of the Blood-clothed Marquis, several figures faintly appeared in the hall, powerful auras swept out, like sinister snakes, peeping at the Xuanzi Army.
Then, those figures flashed with light and suddenly charged towards the Xuanzi Army...