Zhao Zhijing has an impression of the ancient tomb.

Although many years have passed.

But when he was young...

Zhao Zhijing could still vaguely remember that it was the figure who seemed like a god who rescued him from suffering.

He brought it to the current Zhongnan Mountain and pointed to a tomb and said to him:

"What lives inside is your loved ones, remember not to let outsiders disturb them."

Wang Chongyang was very serious at that time.

It left a deep impression on Zhao Zhijing.

He also vaguely remembered that when he was young, he had been brought to the tomb for worship many times.

But as time goes by, Zhao Zhijing, who grew up slowly, already felt that it was just a dream.

He is the son of a hunter family at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

Since childhood, he was sent to Zhongnan Mountain by his family for advice.

As he grew older, the ancestor who once treated him gentlely became cold-looking.

And there is no tomb in his "dream" in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

What is a dream and what is a reality?

"Master Zhao, what are you thinking?"

Wang Baobao's voice pulled Zhao Zhijing back from his fantasy.

In front of me was a coffin that had been overturned, and the Mongolian warriors who had gained a slim harvest were already lined up to head towards the next tomb.

"It's nothing, it makes the little prince worry. Xiaodao just can't stand the smell in the tomb."

As he said this, Zhao Zhijing once again showed a flattering smile on his face.

"Is that true?"

Wang Baobao glanced at him meaningfully.

He patted Zhao Zhijing on the shoulder and said:

"The Taoist priest should cherish his body..."

Cherish your body?

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment. After Wang Baobao left, he realized that blood had been cut from his palms by his nails.

'how so?'

Silently, Zhao Zhijing showed a self-deprecating smile.

He shook his hand and let his blood drip to the ground.

And he stepped out of the tomb and caught up with the Mongolians who continued to move forward.

only.

After he left.

No one can find out.

After Zhao Zhijing's blood dripped on the ground, the rotten corpses that were overturned by the Mongols.

Opened his eyes...

......

......

After about two hours, the group had already reached the end of the ancient tomb.

In front is a door frame carved from a whole piece of marble.

The hollow part of the door frame is blocked by a piece of extremely cold ice.

"Is that Senior Lin hiding behind this ice gate?"

After searching the entire ancient tomb, no trace of Lin Chaoying was found. Wang Baobao looked at the ice wall that had no way out and showed a little bored expression.

"It should be, if we didn't have the secret room we missed along the way..."

"That's good..."

"Please wait a moment, let's find the mechanism to open the secret room."

"Smash it open."

Tired of the game of exploring this secret room, Wang Baobao said expressionlessly.

"Smash it open?"

Several Quanzhen disciples who followed Zhao Zhijing widened their eyes and looked at the Mongolian who had already started to chisel ice. They felt that their brains could not bend.

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't we know these Mongolians? You must know that this is the gate cast by thousands of years of ice, and you want to use manpower to dig it open..."

"Let them go."

Zhao Zhijing said in a plain tone.

If you listen carefully, you will find that he is distracted at this time.

The sound seems a bit dull.

But the current situation is obviously no one will pay attention to Zhao Zhijing's little emotions.

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‘Between betels.’

The swords and axes sucked on the thousand-year-old ice, leaving behind shallow traces.

The Mongolian Warriors, who were full of strength, were smashing and smashing the ice hard.

A day passed and they had enough of the dark surroundings.

The tomb passage is full of those evil mechanisms.

Not only did they cause certain casualties, but they had not yet recovered any oil and water.

Not to mention that I have to endure the rotten smell emitted from the bodies of the rotten corpses.

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‘Between betels.’

A quarter of an hour later, I don’t know how thick the ice layer was in front of me, but a thin layer had been chiseled by hundreds of Mongolian warriors.

‘Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

‘Between betels.’

The crowd was behind, and Zhao Zhijing raised his hand and looked at the wound that was still bleeding.

‘Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

‘Between betels.’

Concealed by the sound of knocking, the stench in the tomb passage seemed to be a little more intense.

Time passes minute by minute.

One hour later, through the ice layer, everyone could see the figure hidden behind the ice.

She was not wearing a coat on her body and sat cross-legged on a piece of ice.

There is also a gold hairpin above his head.

Seeing this scene, the Mongolian warriors seemed even more excited.

Among them, a Mongolian officer came to Wang Baobao and whispered to ask whether he would suspend his actions so as not to offend the grandmaster.

After taking it, Wang Baobao was only able to watch it coldly.

yes.

Wang Baobao attaches great importance to Wang Chongyang, the grandmaster.

But compared to paying attention to the great master, Wang Baobao attaches more importance to the morale of his soldiers.

The warriors who were brought into the ancient tomb by him this time were all grassroots officers in the Mongolian army in the outside world, and Wang Baobao relied on them to control the iron-blooded cavalry of more than 50,000 under his command.

If you stop now, you may be able to sell the grandmaster for a face.

But these officers under Wang Baobao will definitely feel dissatisfied...

Some thoughts flashed through my heart, and Wang Baobao just stared at everything in front of me coldly.

Just waiting for the moment when the ice breaks open, I wrapped the woman in the ice with my own robe.

After these Mongolian warriors "dig" out the people, they will definitely leave them to him to deal with.
To be continued...