Huang is very interested in Huang Quan.
He had a hunch that maybe here, he would know the clues about Zheng Zhuanggong back then and get further opportunities.
"National Master, it's not that I ruined your mood!"
The corpse smiled bitterly at Huang: "Now that Feng Yuyan and Nangong Qingcheng have left, their combat power has been greatly reduced. It's probably difficult for us to defeat them alone."
"I want to plot the land of hell..."
Hearing this, Huang shook his head: "When we enter the land of underworld, there will be no danger!"
"Everyone should recharge their batteries and adjust themselves to their peak state!"
"good!"
In the guest house, Huang rarely practiced martial arts. His martial arts had almost reached a bottleneck. It would take a long time to break through just by standing and practicing.
Now he needs a chance.
Luang looked calm as he stroked the Great Qin Dragon Bird. The middle-aged man was indeed a strong opponent, but they did not have no chance at all.
The reason why the middle-aged man came together seemed to be persuasion, but in fact it was a kind of temptation.
"How can we be sure who is the fisherman until the end?"
Put the Daqin dragon bird away, Huang put on his clothes and went to sleep.
The next day.
Huang slept soundly last night and got up very early.
By the time the little Taoist priest and others went out to practice, he had already practiced Bajiquan once. His energy and blood were as strong as an oven, and his body became stronger.
Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method continuously strengthens the vitality in the body.
An hour later, everyone finished practicing. After washing up, looking at the food in front of them, their appetites aroused, especially Huang.
He is a warrior.
Take food intake very seriously.
Half an hour later, after a sheep had eaten, Huang Gang wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and washed his hands.
"Master, where are we going now?"
The corpse came over and asked Huang.
"Go to the official office!"
Huang's tone was calm: "Anyway, Prime Minister Shen has agreed. Corpse, you go first and give Prime Minister Shen's warrant to Cheng Yingling and ask him to evacuate immediately with the people from the government office."
"We will take over the government office!"
"good!"
Nodding, the corpse turned and walked away.
Huang led the little Taoist priest and others slowly towards the official office.
Their speed was not fast, because it would take a while for the officials to evacuate, so even if they arrived early, it would be meaningless.
At the same time, above the wine stall, a middle-aged man was drinking wine, his eyes shining.
"The people of the Celestial Master lineage and the people with the Feng surname are gone. Has the Qin State Master really given up?" The middle-aged man was full of calculations, and the information he received was not comprehensive.
Although he was not afraid of Master Qin, for the sake of safety, he did not monitor Huang and his party.
These people's backgrounds are not weak. If they have magic weapons on their bodies, they may not be able to detect him.
"Probably not. Qin Guoshi is a person who will not give up until he achieves his goal..."
"I have only been to this land of hell once back then. After such a long time, someone needs to explore the way..."
When he thought of this, the middle-aged man took a deep sip of wine.
Just in time, he caught a glimpse of the corpse walking into the official office with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that Master Qin still hasn't given up!"
"But this is okay. Warriors like Qin Guoshi are too independent and special. If they are alive, it will cause huge damage to the balance of the Central Plains!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes: "I am doing justice for heaven!"
In this way, the middle-aged man drank wine and watched the people from the government office evacuate and Huang and his party arrive.
At the same time, Huang turned around.
The four eyes looked at each other, and the light and shadow of the sword formed from the void.
The middle-aged man had a smile on his face and nodded towards Huang.
The smile on Huang's face became even brighter at this moment.
Then, he turned around and walked into the official office.
.......
"National Master, the power of the mind is still unable to be used. The power here has a strong suppression on the mind!" The little Taoist priest couldn't help but complain when he saw Huang Jin walking in.
"Haha, the mind can't be used here, maybe it's because of the death energy underground."
Huang smiled: "Since the mind is useless, we will use the old method and search bit by bit. Even if we dig three feet into the ground, we will still find the entrance!"
"good."
The little Taoist priest and others began to search, and a glimmer of light flashed in Huang's eyes as he looked around the official office.
Being unable to use his mind will have little impact on Huang.
On the contrary, in this environment, his spiritual sense will become extremely sharp and he will be able to detect danger one step ahead of others.
Here, it would be more beneficial to him as a warrior.
"National Preceptor, found it!"
Feng Zheng's voice came.
"It's just that here, it's too conspicuous. It seems like a flaw left on purpose!"
Hearing this, Huang walked over and took a look, and couldn't help but smile: "Everyone, be careful, I'm afraid it's not easy here."
"Someone wants us to be used as pathfinder cannon fodder!"
The little Taoist priest stepped forward, made a seal with his hand, and the Five Elements and Bagua flew out. After a while, the little Taoist priest pointed out, and a stone door was opened with a "creep".
After opening the entrance, the little Taoist priest frowned and said, "Everyone, be careful. The people who built this place are proficient in the Five Elements and Bagua, and are good at Feng Shui. Their attainments are far above those of the poor Taoist."
"good!"
Feng Zheng went in first.
Then the corpse followed, Jiang Huanyue guarded Huang, and the little Taoist priest cut off the rear.
The group finally walked into the entrance.
At this moment, at the entrance, a middle-aged man stood, his boning knife flashing with cold light.
After entering the entrance, everyone went down the stairs. After about half an hour, they still didn't reach the end.
"National Master, this wall is getting more and more humid, and there is more and more death in the air." Zhizi frowned and reminded Huang.
"It's the end!" At this time, Feng Zheng's voice came: "National Master, come and see!"
Hearing Feng Zheng's voice, everyone stepped forward one after another. At the end of the stairs, there was a huge flat land with statues of gods standing there and a large bronze cauldron full of green.
A towering ancient book is cast in bronze and lifelike.
On the ancient bronze tree, shriveled corpses hung.
"This statue of the Imperial Master is not a human being!" The little Taoist priest's eyes were filled with solemnity, and he pointed at the statue and said, "It has the head of a human and the body of a snake. There is a single horn on its forehead."
"A demon clan?"
At this moment, Huang only had this thought.
"Be careful, this is an altar where humans are sacrificed to gods. I'm afraid there are snakes like this here!"
On the huge bronze tree, there were people who were tied up in special ways. Their postures were very strange. A flash of light flashed in the little Taoist's eyes and he pointed at the bronze tree.
"This bronze tree is a whole. Did Zheng already have such craftsmanship at that time?"
Hearing this, Huang said, "It's not surprising that there are countless skilled craftsmen in this world. What's more, there are monks in this world..."
"Hiss, hiss..."
His ears twitched and Huang shouted: "Be careful, there's a snake roaring!"
At the same time, he drew his sword and slashed out, and the flying snake was split into two.
