At this time, Wang Le dug out a large pit of more than three meters deep by the entire medicine field. If some water and fish are added, it will become a fish pond.

Wang Le's mind was immersed in the Dharma Eye space. Seeing that the land inside had changed from a football field to the size of a golf course, an unparalleled sense of shock instantly filled his heart.

There is an extra piece of land in the Dharma Eye space. This unexpected change is completely beyond Wang Le's imagination.

But seeing the Ten Thousand Beast Tree in the center of the land seemed to have a little more vitality, Wang Le's intuition told himself that this time it should be a great fortune.

Especially the magical soil in the medicinal field, Wang Le believes that it must be a shocking thing.

Unfortunately, Wang Le had a shallow understanding and could not recognize the roots and feet of the magical soil.

It’s really a pity that I only regretted when I was using the book. If I had known this before, I wouldn’t have fought and killed everywhere in the martial arts world. Spending more time on learning was the kingdom.

But now I understand this truth, it is obviously too late.

"Now that I have obtained this magical soil, even if I don't find the martial arts inheritance of the First Emperor Ying Zheng next, I will not lose money."

Wang Le thought to himself in a good mood.

Of course, it would be better to obtain the martial arts inheritance of the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

After all, the inheritance of the cultivation of spiritual consciousness by Emperor Ying Zheng is really too important for Wang Le.

Because with the increasing progress of martial arts practice, Wang Le has gradually felt that if he wants to advance to a higher level of cultivation, he must further strengthen his spiritual consciousness.

As the saying goes, you must grasp both hands and be strong both hands. Wang Le has nothing to say about the potential of his own treasure, but the potential of his own spiritual treasure is far from enough.

This is because Wang Le practices too fast and has not long been able to have his own spiritual consciousness. He cannot continue to polish and nourish his spiritual consciousness based on annual calculations, and even make it gradually become stronger like those old top strong people.

Another more important point is that Wang Le does not have a set of inherited techniques specially used to practice spiritual consciousness.

This is because Wang Le's requirements are too high. Otherwise, Nanhuaguan, as a Taoist sect that had been passed down for thousands of years and was once rich in his ancestors, would still have a good set of spiritual consciousness techniques.

However, with the structure diagram of the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, Wang Le did not look down on Nan Huaguan's spiritual skills at all.

Wang Le’s pursuit was to obtain the supreme spiritual skills of the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

After resting, Wang Le stood up and left the unrecognizable medicine field and returned to the safe passage to the depths of the tomb.

Because he had been wasting too much time in the medicine field, Wang Le, who returned to the safe passage, did not stop and went to the depths of the tomb without stopping...

There was nothing to say along the way. When Wang Le walked for about twenty minutes, the scene suddenly changed.

At first glance, it was no longer the prosperous times of pavilions and pavilions, but rows of countless terracotta warriors and horses blocked Wang Le.

At this moment, the murderous aura of the golden sword and iron horse rushed towards him, causing the black pupils in Wang Le's eyes to shrink tightly, and deep down, he subconsciously raised his vigilance.

"I didn't expect that there were lifelike soldiers and toilets in this real tomb, and they were more exquisite and vivid."

Wang Le looked at the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in front of him, and couldn't help but think to himself in surprise.

There are more than ten thousand people, boundless. According to Wang Le's vision, the number of these Terracotta Warriors and Horses is not ten thousand, and there are also as many as eight thousand.

"Huh!" Wang Le accidentally swept a broken Terracotta Warriors nearby and found that white bones were exposed inside.

After taking a closer look, Wang Le's face changed slightly and his scalp became a little numb. Then he opened his eyes to break the delusion, and then looked through the other Terracotta Warriors around him.

"Hiss!" Wang Le couldn't help but gasp, and his face became a little ugly.

Because this perspective and investigation confirmed Wang Le’s thoughts.

That is, there are corpses hidden in the toilets in front of you, but time has passed so long that only the white bones are left.

What shocked Wang Le even more was that these corpse bones, whether in terms of luster, thickness and hardness, were obviously not ordinary people.

This forced Wang Le to think of the thousands of Terracotta Warriors and Horses in front of him, all made by martial arts masters.

Thinking of the First Emperor Ying Zheng letting so many martial arts powerhouses be buried with him, Wang Le suddenly felt chilling deep in his heart.

In front of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, Wang Le felt that killing stars like him and his master Bo Han Ruoshui were really weak.

"The immortal karma of thousands of years is all in the murder. This old man Ying Zheng is the real peerless star-killing demon!"

Wang Le couldn't help but sigh with emotion and muttered to himself.

This scene reminds Wang Le of his military career. The old man once said that killing one person is a crime, killing ten people is a crime, killing a hundred people is a evil, killing a thousand people is a general, and killing ten thousand people is a hero.

Now that I want to come, and look at the Terracotta Warriors and Horses that are beyond my end, Wang Le has to sigh that this famous saying is really a gem.

But no matter how emotional he is, Wang Le will never be scared by an emperor who has long been squinted.

Suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, Wang Le did not immediately set out into the Terracotta Warriors, but carefully recalled the tomb structure diagram that was kept in mind in his mind.

As he went deeper into the tomb, Wang Le felt the importance of the structure map more and more.

Because along the way, Wang Le did not just focus on rushing to the road. While he was familiar with the tomb environment, he did not forget to see through every corner of the surroundings through the Breaking Demonic Eye.

As a result, Wang Le discovered that the closer he got to the depths of the tomb, except for the safe path indicated by the structure icon, there was no room for stepping on other places around him. Formations of large and small sizes were arranged everywhere, and no name could be named.

Although Wang Le couldn't name these formations and didn't know its power, at least he could see the complexity of laying out these formations, which was simply a skill.

From this point of view alone, Wang Le knew that these nameless formations could never be touched, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Of course, even if you accidentally touch the formation, Wang Le relies on his own cultivation strength and superpowers to have enough confidence to escape from danger.

It is precisely because of this confidence that Wang Le is bound to win the martial arts inheritance in the tomb of the First Emperor Ying Zheng!

Of course, the premise is that there is really the supreme spiritual martial arts that Wang Le needs in this tomb.

Soon, Wang Le followed the sign on the tomb structure diagram and did not directly enter the Terracotta Warriors group as he moved his feet, but changed direction, and walked around the edge of the area where the Terracotta Warriors were located, floating deep into the tomb...
Chapter completed!