Zhao Hongming sat in a sedan chair and arrived at the gate of the Wang family compound surrounded by all the guards.
Zhang Yi, who had been guarding here for a long time, led the people below and came forward to salute: "Your Highness."
Zhao Hongming walked out of the sedan and asked, "How is the situation now?"
"As His Highness expected, there is something strange under the lake."
Zhang Yi raised his head and said seriously: "But someone has come out alive. That person is the leader of a martial arts force. He is over eighty years old and has an innate level of cultivation. According to his oral description, the space under the lake is very large. Inside is the tomb of the Yin King family, there are indeed some doorways, and many people died in it."
The ancient tomb of the Yin royal family?
Is this what the Wang family and others have been working hard for?
"How many warriors like this Xiantian realm have entered?"
Zhao Hongming then asked. He wanted to judge the degree of danger under the lake.
"Reporting to Your Highness, if the statistics are correct, there are almost eighteen innate warriors who have entered the bottom of the lake in the past three days, and there are already five hundred warriors who have gone down."
Zhang Yi reported the rough statistics of these days one by one.
He had previously collected information about the martial arts forces in Luling, and he had some impressions of the key figures in the martial arts forces, so when Zhao Hongming asked, he had an idea.
Seeing Zhang Yi's fluent reply, Zhao Hongming also made some rough judgments about the situation of the Wang family's ancient tomb of the Yin Kingdom.
Five hundred warriors and eighteen innate talents, if coupled with a martial arts warrior, would be equivalent to a second-rate martial arts force in the Wei Kingdom.
If he insists on going his own way and goes deep, he might involve all the newly formed Wei soldiers.
Zhang Yi asked: "Your Highness, do you want to go down directly now?"
"There's no rush. I've been waiting for three days, so I'm not in a hurry now." Zhao Hongming said, "I'll go over there and have a look first."
"Your Highness, please come this way." Zhang Yi turned sideways and made way.
This was not his first visit to the Wang Family Courtyard. He was already familiar with the road and walked to the Wang Family's artificial lake without the guidance of others.
When he was about to move forward, Zhang Yi stopped him and said, "Your Highness, if you want to observe, you should not show up directly and come this way."
Zhao Hongming was taken to a study room by Zhang Yi.
From this position, you can clearly see the entrance to the bottom of the lake.
When Zhao Hongming walked in, Wu Qi was sitting on the chair. He was looking at the map of the long case and thinking hard, with a hint of gloom in his brows.
When Wu Qi saw Zhao Hongming, he hurriedly put down what he was doing and came to salute: "I have met His Highness King Wu."
Zhao Hongming asked casually: "What is General Wu doing here?"
Wu Qi replied: "I looked at the map sent by Your Highness earlier and found that although the terrain of Ying County has some advantages, there are still many places that are easy for soldiers to attack. If an enemy country invades, we cannot stop it with our current military strength."
Zhao Hongming's eyes became a little more serious.
Throughout his journey, he had to be careful to get where he is today. He couldn't let down his guard when the situation opened up a little bit.
However, this "accidental encounter" feels a bit too coincidental.
Zhao Hongming said: "From General Wu's point of view, how many more troops does Yingjun need?"
Wu Qi thought about it and reported a number: "If it is Wei Wu soldiers, it only needs ten thousand. If it is the stragglers recruited in the past, it will be almost one hundred thousand. Only in this way can we sit back and relax."
Zhao Hongming did not believe Wu Qi's words.
Yingjun has never deployed so many troops on the border for so many years, and there has never been any major changes.
Although there are fights between Qi, Zhao, Yan and other countries, and there is no reason to send troops in Yingjun, it can also be seen that Yingjun relies on geographical advantages and is not the first attack position that other countries should consider.
At this time, Wu Qi took the opportunity to propose a plan to expand his troops and had the idea of expanding his power.
Zhao Hongming pondered for a while and said: "Building an army is not something that happens overnight. Now that I have wiped out some martial arts forces in Chenjiazhuang and Wangjia, I can only expand the number of Wei soldiers to four or five thousand. If I add more, I will It’s a bit overwhelming.”
If possible, he would also like to quickly expand his subordinates' power, but no matter how anxious he is, he can't become fat in one go.
"After finishing these matters concerning the Wang family, General Wu and I will make some careful plans later." Zhao Hongming quickly ended the topic at hand, walked to the window of the study, and cast his gaze into the distance.
Wu Qi in the room had a strange look in his eyes. He felt that His Highness King Wu was young and mature, and he was very thoughtful and did not agree to his request easily.
At the age of fifteen, he seems to have the temperament of a thirty-year-old.
It seems that you should be more careful when getting along in the future to avoid causing trouble for yourself.
Wu Qi knew that Zhao Hongming was like the sun rising at seven or eight in the morning. He could not lose the most important trust just for temporary gain.
Zhao Hongming no longer paid attention to what Wu Qi was thinking behind him. Instead, he let go of his mind and concentrated on staring at a place beside the artificial lake.
That's the entrance to the bottom of the lake.
Under his gaze, about five warriors sneaked in, and after a brief discussion, they all got in through the entrance to the bottom of the lake.
After about a stick of incense, two groups of warriors arrived one after another and entered the bottom of the lake one after another.
Zhao Hongming asked: "Most of the martial artists who entered the bottom of the lake never returned. Has the remaining martial arts force in Ying County been greatly reduced?"
Zhang Yi on the side said: "Reporting to your highness, except for the Mingjiao who has not taken any action at present, most of the other seventy or eighty martial arts forces in Ying County have participated, and most of them are martial arts forces affiliated with the Wang family. Now let's count the rest The name is still there, but the strength is greatly lost.”
Zhao Hongming nodded slightly.
When he first came to Ying County, he killed a group of disciples of martial arts forces. Later, he annexed some of them, Wei Wuzu killed some more, and now he used tactics to deal with some of them.
After a few times, even a first- and second-rate martial arts force can become a third- or fourth-rate martial arts force, and they can't help but struggle like this.
The martial arts forces in Yingjun can't make much waves.
Time passed little by little.
After waiting for a long time, a person finally escaped from the bottom of the lake.
His whole body was covered in blood, his expression was crazy, and his good right hand was gone.
After rushing out from the bottom of the lake, he ran all the way. If you look carefully, he seemed to be holding something in his hand.
Zhao Hongming suddenly asked: "Which martial arts force is this person from?"
Zhang Yi recognized it for a moment and immediately replied: "His name is Dugu Haoran. He is the leader of the Apocalypse Sect and has an innate seventh-level cultivation. If I remember correctly, more than 70 disciples of their Apocalypse Sect have gone. .”
"Does this mean that Dugu Haoran is a loner?" Zhao Hongming smiled slightly, then the muscles on his face squirmed quickly and disappeared in an instant.
In a blink of an eye, Zhao Hongming appeared in front of Dugu Haoran.
Dugu Haoran was shocked: "Who?"
"What is under the lake?" Zhao Hongming stared at Dugu Haoran with an unfamiliar face and said coldly: "If you tell me, I can spare your life."
Dugu Haoran knew that he was seriously injured and would be at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.
There was a fierceness in his eyes, and he endured the pain, and his figure turned into a shooting star, turning into a "Z" shape and passing in front of Zhao Hongming.
This is the Apocalypse Movement Technique that their Tianqi Sect is proud of. It is also very extraordinary among many martial arts, and it is very clever to perform.
Just when he thought he had gotten rid of Zhao Hongming, his eyes suddenly blurred, and Zhao Hongming's figure reappeared in front of him.
Dugu Haoran looked stunned.
He didn't know that the Eight Desolations Eternal Age Technique was an immortal martial arts technique, and the accompanying Desolate Secret Practice was much better than their Lao Shizi's Apocalypse Movement Technique.
The two are simply not in the same dimension, and it is simply impossible for him to get rid of them.
Zhao Hongming showed a bit of dissatisfaction and said: "I said, if you tell me what's going on under the lake, I will spare your life. Your behavior just now was not good and made me a little angry. Then this arm is your price." "
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light flashed past Dugu Haoran's left arm.
Pfft.
Blood rain sprayed.
Dugu Haoran gritted his teeth, stared at Zhao Hongming in disbelief, and said word by word: "Wu Dan Realm!"
Suddenly, his eyes were filled with despair.
There was a snap.
Dugu Haoran's severed left arm fell from mid-air to the ground.
Zhao Hongming looked closely and found that he was holding a palm-sized scale in his hand.
He walked over, picked up the scales in his hand, looked at them carefully, and asked, "What is this?"
At this time, Dugu Haoran looked desperate, and his upper and lower teeth kept chattering.
I don't know if it was caused by the pain of a broken arm, or by being controlled by the power of the Martial Arts Realm.
Dugu Haoran said with a hint of fear: "Dragon scales!"
What? Dragon scales?
Is there a dragon hidden in the royal tomb of the Yin Kingdom?
Hearing the news, Zhao Hongming felt vaguely excited.
If this is the case, maybe he will be able to obtain the blood of the true dragon, and it will be possible to practice the Thunder Destruction Body.
Zhao Hongming held the palm-sized scales and said in a calm tone with a hint of command: "Tell me what you saw and heard under the lake."
Two arms were broken and a lot of blood was lost. Dugu Haoran's face became much paler, but he was only fifty or sixty years old. As a warrior in the Xiantian realm, when his energy and blood were strong, he didn't. So fell down.
Dugu Haoran knew that he was in danger of escaping today. Facing a martial artist in the martial arts realm, he had no chance to escape.
So he accepted his fate and said: "Under the lake is the tomb of Xin, the last emperor of the Yin Kingdom. There are many great opportunities hidden in it, and these dragon scales are only a small part."
Zhao Hongming's heart couldn't help but beat twice more.
No wonder the core members of the Wang family attach great importance to it. It turns out to be this reason.
Zhao Hongming then asked: "Besides opportunities, what kind of dangers are there down there? I see that many people went down but never came up again."
Dugu Haoran had a hint of fear on his face: "There is a mummy below. It looks like it has been seriously injured, but it is still very scary. None of us are its opponents. That mummy may be the last emperor of the Yin Kingdom."
Zhao Hongming suddenly felt a little unbelievable.
He knows some history.
The last emperor of the Yin Kingdom was at least three thousand years ago and lived before the collapse of the Heavenly Dao.
What creature can live so long?
After Zhao Hongming thought about it for a while, he calmed down and said, "Since that existence is so terrifying, how did you break free?"
"It's dying." Dugu Haoran looked at Zhao Hongming and said, "Too many people went down, including some masters, which aggravated its injuries."
I see.
As a martial artist in the Wudan realm, Zhao Hongming is much stronger than the Xiantian realm martial artist in front of him in terms of physical skills and cultivation. He has a high chance of escaping safely when encountering danger.
He felt that the time was almost here and he might give it a try.
Dugu Haoran said with a bit of begging tone: "Now that I have told you everything I know, can you let me go?"
Zhao Hongming said expressionlessly: "Of course not..."
Before he could say the last two words, Dugu Haoran suddenly opened his mouth, and a silent wave of air spread out from his mouth, leaving Zhao Hongming in a trance.
Taking advantage of this short period of time, Dugu Haoran seized the opportunity and fled forward.
He said all this just to make Zhao Hongming relax his vigilance and create an opportunity to escape.
However, before he had taken a few steps, a ray of green light caught up with him and chopped off his head.
The one who took action was naturally Zhao Hongming.
In the face of absolute strength, these little cleverness will not play any role.
You almost know everything you need to know.
Zhao Hongming did not hesitate anymore and planned to go to the bottom of the lake alone to see what happened.
If it is true as Dugu Haoran said, no matter how many low-level warriors he brings, they will not have much effect at all.
It's better to be able to come and go freely by yourself and explore better.
Before entering the bottom of the lake, Zhao Hongming told Wu Qi and others not to let Wu Fu go down again, so as not to cause other accidents to him.
In fact, no new news has come out in the past few days, and there are not many martial arts forces in the Wang Family Courtyard.
Those people were not fools, and the rest who had not yet taken action began to wait and see.
Zhao Hongming walked down the long stairs, and the light became darker and darker.
The wall lamps in the corridor emitted a faint light, which could only allow him to slightly distinguish the general scene.
He walked in front, cheering up.
After walking through the long corridor, he came to a huge ancient bronze door.
The ancient bronze door was open, emitting a faint light that flickered on and off, giving people the illusion of a living person breathing.
Under the ancient bronze door, there were piles of bones and many corpses.
Some of these corpses were dried up, some had their hearts ripped out...
Every face has an expression of agony before death, as if a pair of eyes are staring at you, and there are waves of horror coming from them.
It made Zhao Hongming shudder.
He subconsciously activated the true meaning in his body, and green mist surrounded him, preparing to deal with possible changes.
Zhao Hongming looked solemn and cautiously entered the ancient bronze door.
After walking a few steps, he heard the clear sound of drums.
Boom, boom, boom.
Zhao Hongming followed the sound and saw a mutilated and withered figure in front of the ancient bronze door and among a pile of corpses.
In his sight, a dark red heart was exposed and beating continuously.
The sound he heard was not the sound of drums, but the sound of the heart beating.
(End of chapter)
