"Groan!!!"
Suddenly there was a soft cry between the heaven and the earth. The sound was very small at first, and there was only this one sound, but it soon became louder and louder, with more and more sounds, as if coming from an ancient battlefield.
Thousands of troops and horses were galloping, and all kinds of weapons were clashing. In the end, only a sound was left between heaven and earth.
It seemed that I had crossed the long river of history, arrived at the underground royal tomb, and finally went straight to everyone.
"puff!"
On the spot, everyone was spitting blood. Some of them were bleeding from their orifices and fell to the ground.
Yang Dalong knelt on one knee and said word by word: "Wu...Dao...Zhen...Yi!"
He forced himself to take a mouthful of true energy, but as soon as he stood up, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt on the ground again.
This time, he didn't dare to move randomly anymore, because the true meaning of martial arts was always there.
Unless he had the strength of King Wu to break through it forcefully, he would have to endure it forcefully.
The sound lasted for a full thirty seconds, and after it disappeared, only a handful of people could still stay awake.
Those with low cultivation level, those who came down from Lianyunbao behind Yang Dalong, all collapsed on the ground and fell into unconsciousness. Yang Si, who had just entered the Qi and Blood Realm, just lay on the ground and rolled his eyes.
Martial arts masters as strong as Jin Xuefei who were at the level of Dacheng were either kneeling or lying on the ground, and no one could stand up.
Looking around, people were lying everywhere in the huge underground royal tomb, and screams of pain could be heard intermittently.
Wang Cheng didn't know how others felt, but his head felt like it was going to explode.
The soul-eating bead vibrated violently in his mind, as if something was trying to break free from it.
He held his hands, clenched his teeth, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and huddled on the ground, shaking.
What is it?
Why did he have such a big reaction?
He endured the pain and tried hard to look back. He was determined to figure out what was causing him so much pain.
Yang Dalong also wanted to find out what was causing the trouble. He endured the pain in his body and looked back.
The next moment, he was stunned.
How can it be?
Not a corpse!
The coffin in the dormitory was scattered on the ground in pieces. On the stone slab that was originally placed on the coffin, there were two black metal brackets with a long gun on them.
There was actually a spear in the coffin!
Wang Cheng, Zhang Wentao and others who were still awake also saw its true face in Lushan.
The barrel of the gun is two meters and seventy long, and is completely black with a metallic luster. The spear head was more than thirty centimeters long, made of fine steel mixed with gold, extremely sharp, and shone with a cold light.
Whose weapon is this?
Who placed it in the coffin?
Why did this person do this?
A series of doubts flashed through everyone's minds, and even the pain in their bodies was temporarily forgotten.
"Is that the gun?"
Yang Dalong's eyes flashed, and he remembered a piece of history that his father once told him.
There once was a strong King of Martial in this land, and the weapon of that King of Martial was a spear.
It goes without saying that King Wu's weapon must be a spiritual weapon. When one's cultivation reaches the realm of King Wu, even an ordinary iron sword can transform into a spiritual sword if it is used continuously.
If it is a natal spiritual weapon that accompanies King Wu throughout his life, the spiritual weapon will also contain the martial arts inheritance of the powerful King Wu!
Yang Dalong was very sure that this spear belonged to the powerful King of Martial Arts, and it was also his natal spiritual weapon, otherwise it would be impossible to release the true meaning of martial arts on his own.
This spear contains the martial arts inheritance of that powerful King of Martial Arts!
He couldn't wait to get up from the ground and walked towards the spear step by step.
Wang Cheng watched him walking towards him. As soon as he took his hands away from both sides of his head, the bursting pain immediately appeared, causing all the muscles in his body to twitch.
Could he just die in such a cowardly manner?
However, Yang Dalong didn't even look at Wang Cheng. From the moment he walked to Wang Cheng to the time he took action, it took a lot of energy. Whether he could get the spear in the end was a question.
He walked for several minutes for a total distance of more than 100 meters, and his muscles ached with every step he took.
There had never been a moment when the distance of more than one hundred meters was so long. By the time he reached the dormitory, the sweat on his face had already soaked the white cloth on his face.
He succeeded!
He reached out to grab the spear, but at this moment, several steel needles shot into his back.
Yang Dalong, who climbed out from the pile of dead people, had already developed a strong sixth sense, and the hairs all over his body stood up immediately to warn him.
who is it?
Who has the ability to take action against him at this time?
In the past, he would have been able to dodge it effortlessly, but his body no longer allowed him to dodge.
Because the person who took action had the perfect timing, just when his physical strength was about to run out!
The steel needle accurately penetrated several important points such as his Feishu point and Xinshu point. Even if he was not injured, it would be difficult for him to raise his strength even if these acupuncture points were hit by hidden weapons, let alone now?
"Wow", he spat out another mouthful of blood. He suddenly lost all his strength and fell to the ground softly.
"Boss!"
Hu Hansan, Jin Xuefei and others were in great distress, but they were also seriously injured and could not muster the strength.
I saw several figures appearing in the royal tomb.
The young man in the lead was dressed in gray, with light eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a debt collector's face that looked like he was owed hundreds of thousands of dollars. He was none other than He Wushuang, who had disappeared for a day.
Wang Cheng saw He Wushuang approaching, and felt a very complicated feeling in his heart.
This person just came at this time, caught up with everyone and was seriously injured, he was really hiding too deep!
But, is he an enemy or a friend?
He Wushuang glanced at Wang Cheng and Huang Meiren and kept walking, not paying attention to them at all.
This time, his harvest was great. Not only did he find the stone tablet that Ninghou was looking for, but he also found the underground royal tomb of the Mu Kingdom, and even found the natal spiritual weapon left by a strong King of Martial Arts.
Compared with these gains, what does the life and death of Wang Cheng and others mean?
He walked to the dormitory where Yang Dalong was and looked down at this prestigious martial arts master.
Yang Dalong asked: "Who are you?"
He Wushuang said: "Kill your people!"
Several sharp needles appeared between his five fingers, like Wolverine's claws, and they pierced Yang Dalong's head.
But at the next moment, he suddenly retreated, and Yang Dalong, who had already lost the ability to move, stretched out a hand and patted him.
There was no real big hand, it was like a casual slap, but He Wushuang seemed to have been slapped for real, and there was a sound of ribs breaking in his chest.
He Wushuang spurted blood on the spot, flew backwards like a scarecrow, and landed twenty meters away.
He was lying on his back on the ground, his whole body seemed to be broken and unshakable.
"Hit...cattle...across...mountains!"
He Wushuang's face showed a rare expression of frustration. He underestimated the backhand skills of a martial arts master. Just now, he should have directly used his killing move.
Yang Dalong struggled to stand up from the ground, raised his hand slightly, and the subordinates who followed He Wushuang ran away in fright without looking back.
Just as several people disappeared into the royal mausoleum, blood gushed out of Yang Dalong's mouth and could not stop flowing out.
He collapsed on the ground, leaning against the stone platform with the coffin, and tremblingly took out a healing elixir.
Before he could put the elixir into his mouth, a sneer sounded in his ears.
"I advise you to save your money! Don't waste any more pills. You won't be able to escape this disaster today!"
"Who?" Yang Dalong was surprised again.
I saw a man slowly getting up from the ground. He was covered in blood and his appearance was very ordinary. You wouldn't even take a glance at him among the crowd.
"Brother Hao?"
Zhang Wentao stared at this man blankly, unable to believe that Hao Ren, who was usually honest and amiable, actually had this side!
Hao Ren still looked ordinary, but with a faint smile on his lips, he stood with his hands behind his back. He looked extremely calm and confident.
For a moment, Zhang Wentao even felt ashamed of himself. It seemed that the person in front of him was not his brother who had been with him through life and death, but some big shot.
Hao Ren walked calmly towards Yang Dalong. When passing by He Wushuang, he seemed to be regretting: "Since I have left, why come back again? This muddy water is not that easy to swim in!"
After hearing this, He Wushuang, who was already feeling aggrieved, spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Yang Dalong looked at Hao Ren who was getting closer and asked, "Who are you? Have we met before?"
Hao Ren smiled and said: "The boss is really a noble man and forgets things. Have you forgotten that ten years ago, a few old people came to your village with a young man? How did you treat them?"
"Ten years ago?"
Yang Dalong still had no memory of what happened ten years ago. He no longer knew where he had left it.
"It seems that the boss really forgot!"
Hao Ren said unhurriedly: "Let me remind you, the old man, when those old men took the young man to ask for something from the chief, the chief not only didn't give it to you, but also killed two of the old men with his own hands. If If it weren’t for the two remaining old men fighting to the death to protect him, that young man would have already been brutally murdered by the boss!”
Yang Dalong suddenly remembered that ten years ago, other things might have been forgotten, but how could that thing be forgotten?
If that incident had not happened, he was not sure that there was a royal tomb of Mu Kingdom under Lianyun Castle, and he would not be here today!
He pointed at Hao Ren and said in a trembling voice, "Are you the boy back then?"
Hao Ren nodded: "Not bad!"
"Then why did you show up today? It's not just to kill me, right?" Yang Dalong knew that Hao Ren had endured it for so long, and his purpose was certainly not simple.
Hao Ren said: "Clean up the house!"
"Cleaning the portal?"
Yang Dalong recited it once, and then laughed "haha" to tears.
"Clean up the house? You said you want to clean up the house? I'm not your servant, and I'm not your retainer, so why do you clean up the house? With just a few words from those old guys, and a broken stone, I will kowtow to you. Recognize the master?"
Hao Ren was not angry, and still maintained a calm demeanor, saying: "Once you are a servant, you will always be a servant. This is the oath made by your ancestors. Do you recognize it or not?"
Yang Dalong cursed: "I don't know what bullshit oaths you make! Whoever swore the oath can you go to!"
The few people who were still awake looked at these two people saying something to each other, and they were confused.
What's the grudge between these two people?
