My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 394 Beijing View

Zhang Fawei had to shrink his yang essence from time to time to resist.

"If my nephew were here, how could he make these evil spirits so rampant!"

Zhang Fawei struck away with a palm the Yin soldier next to him who was wearing a ring of animal bones and wearing a large cloak of tiger and bear fur, attacking from the left.

The face covered with golden-red pearls and jade was now full of regret.

Although Taoist masters regard the Yang God's exit from the body as the criterion for entering the Tao.

But there are also differences between Yangshen.

There is a poem that goes: "After the treasure talisman descends, the sky will rise, and you will drive the luan chariot and the phoenix chariot steadily!"

Although Zhang Fawei's Yang Shen cannot be pulled by a phoenix as in the legend, he is still surrounded by golden light and has extraordinary appearance.

moment! The Sanwu Evil Sword slashes forward.

Streams of sword energy flew out, and countless fierce ghosts disappeared into smoke in an instant.

But even though Zhang Faxiu has reached the top level of Taoism in the world.

Otherwise, he would not have thought that he was qualified to compete with his nephew for the position of Heavenly Master after his death.

Facing the seemingly endless ghost soldiers, he subconsciously felt exhausted.

“How many altars did the Han people set up here, or did they bury a Jingguan here—”

Thinking of this, Zhang Fawei's expression became extremely unstable when faced with the endless ghost soldiers and ghost generals who were buried here by the Han people as the foundation of the tomb.

After all, this is just the periphery of the underground palace.

If only this place were so dangerous.

Zhang Fawei could not believe how many terrifying things were waiting for him and others inside the tomb.

As time went by, the surrounding Yin Qi became thicker and thicker.

The ghost soldiers rushing out from the ground are getting stronger and stronger.

The precious light around Zhang Fawei showed signs of collapse under the impact of the black energy.

Judging from his expression, he was afraid that if he held on for a while longer, his roots would be damaged.

Thinking of this, Zhu Houcong stopped watching and put one hand on the head of Zhang Fawei, who was sitting cross-legged under the protection of two jade talismans.

The other hand points forward.

Three days of clear energy hung high in the sky. Zhu Houcong was very excited about the ghost soldiers of the six capitals in front of him. Without Zhu Houcong taking the initiative to communicate, he had already lowered the three days of thunder to this place to kill these ghost soldiers from the ancient Qin and Han Dynasties. The remnants of the six-day old spirit.

Feeling the unusual excitement of Santian Qingqi this time, Zhu Houcong concentrated and read.

"Eight powerful divine spells, spiritual strategies and jade inscriptions. Summon a dragon to carry water, gather energy and collect smoke. restrain demons and send ghosts away, and kill all who can. Thousands of spirits are destroyed, and the evil atmosphere is swept away."

After finishing speaking, the next moment Zhang Fawei had no time to be grateful, he felt a strong force coming from his body, and his yang spirit involuntarily turned into pure yang essence again and flowed back into his body.

Zhang Fawei woke up from his physical body with eyes filled with horror.

Once again, I was extremely shocked and unbelievable at the Taoist cultivation of the Ming Emperor.

Although he knew from a long time ago that Zhu Houcong's achievements in Taoism were probably beyond the reach of ordinary heavenly masters in their lifetimes.

But dragging Yang Shen back to his physical body?

This unheard-of technique is really difficult for Zhang Fawei to understand.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of state this was. As for how Zhu Houcong did it, he had no clue.

"Everything will be clear to the emperor tomorrow."

The worship and fear of the unknown momentarily engulfed him, in a way that was more direct and deeper than the scene of the golden light flashing in front of him and the death of all ghosts.

Zhang Fawei was not afraid of the golden dragon in front of him that was summoned by Zhu Houcong's divine spell.

Although the power of the divine dragon that could swallow all ghosts with just one bite was really beyond his imagination.

But at least he knew where the technique in Zhu Houcong's hand was inherited. Rather than like now, I clearly know that the other party's ability comes from the Sanqing Taoism that my family has served since the late Han Dynasty.

But he was completely unable to understand the other party's methods, and felt unprecedented confusion and pain.

The humans and gods on earth—how terrifying!

Zhang Fawei took a deep breath.

All the yang essence of the whole body is taken back into the physical body, and there is no leakage.

The Qi meridians also became unblocked again as the Qi and blood flowed.

Zhang Fawei looked at the golden dragon in front of him, roaring, and rushed into the dark underground palace in front of him as if it were alive, where the wails of ghosts were constantly heard.

If Zhang Fawei hadn't known that the golden dragon was controlled by the caster behind it.

But from the violence in the golden dragon's eyes and the excitement occasionally revealed.

Zhang Fawei even suspected that the golden dragon in front of him was not a magic spell, but actually had a soul and emotions.

In a moment, the overwhelming ghost soldiers in front of him were killed by the Ming Emperor.

I saw him slowly lowering his arms, as if he had done a normal thing, and walked slowly to the real entrance of the underground palace.

"The underground palace is protected by an underground river. You all should follow me and be careful when doing anything -"

Zhu Houcong watched the golden dragon attached to it by three-day pure energy and a touch of spiritual thought chasing the ghost soldiers. When the sound of ghost cries in the underground palace completely dissipated, he pushed open the entrance to the underground palace in front of him and turned to face the few people behind him. said.

After all, I will have to rely on these people to consult ancient books and trace the clues to the elixir collected by the Han court.

No matter who falls behind, it will be a big loss for him.

By the time the next batch of imperial guards and imperial troops arrive in Liaodong, it is estimated that the Ming army there has already occupied the royal city of Korea to search for the remnants of the White Lotus Sect.

But is it six days old?

Thinking of the unusual excitement that just came from Santian Qingqi.

Zhu Houcong raised his eyebrows and walked slowly in the underground palace. Three small fire phoenixes led the way and illuminated everyone's path with the fire around them.

He became even more curious about the layout of the Han court here.

The belief in Liutian Guqi began to weaken around the time of Qin and Han Dynasties.

Finally, during the period of Emperor Shun of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Daoling received the "Way of Righteousness of the Alliance" from Laozi in Bashu, wiped out the demons, and overthrew the demon heaven of the old six days.

Respecting the pure Qi of the three days as the right path creates a righteous path for future generations, which is today's Celestial Master's Way.

If we say that Han Tibet was established here before Emperor Shun of the Han Dynasty.

Then it can be explained why there are four defeated generals here who are favored by the six-day old spirit as the restraints of the underground palace protectors.

The Han people probably built several jingguan at the entrance of each underground palace, and the scale of each jingguan was not small.

Then, as the front of the Shinto appeared, there was a glimmer of light that was different from the fire phoenix around Zhu Houcong.

Several people walked out of the dark Shinto, and the two giant mountains of bones that came towards them undoubtedly confirmed Zhu Houcong's previous guess.

"I'm afraid that the captives from the Han Dynasty's northern expeditions were all used to build the Jingguan here——"

The huge black shadow cast by the mountains of bones made all human beings who saw this possibly the most horrific atrocity in human history, no matter how strong their hearts were, were shocked and shocked the first time they saw it. Genetic instinctive fear.

The corpses are like mountains, and the bones are like seas.

The two huge mountains in front of you in the mourning hall, which was used as the last place of sacrifice for the Han people, are like two dead giants. The skeletons are stacked layer by layer. At the top, the head of the barbarian chief, who is the most proud of the Han people, is placed. in the most conspicuous position.

Looking down at the intruders in front of them who entered along the Hanting Shinto Road, they were like ants.

All the time, the arrogance from the Han Dynasty is displayed to the possible invaders in the future.

　happy holidays! Eat and drink well, gentlemen!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)