Chapter 68 Wordless Stone
A light sentence fell into the ears of the tomb-sweeping old man, and maybe a few people heard this sentence secretly.
"What kind of strength do you have?" The old man who was lying on the ground was shocked. Twenty years ago, his strength was indeed the peak of the dragon list. Compared with many people, this level was out of reach, and his feet had completely stepped into the altar. But the young man in front of him actually said the peak level of the dragon list lightly. Has he stepped into a higher level?
In any case, this fact makes the grave sweeper lying on the ground unable to believe that a young man under the age of 30 is above the peak of the dragon list. Speaking of it, it is enough to surprise many old monsters who have been closed for many years. What's more, he was the supreme of a legend in those years.
"My strength?" Ye Hetu asked himself and shook his head.
"I don't know. It may be superfluous to kill you. To tell you the truth, although China is big, the dragon list is not enough to describe too many people. The top ten people on the dragon list are just a joke for me. Ye Hetu's series of words made the tomb sweeper's pupils tighten, which was tantamount to another blow.
The old man who was lying on the ground smiled. There were talents from all over the country. Some old men always said that they were not as good as the previous generation. Now it seems that these pedantic old men are wrong. Blue out of blue is a completely inevitable trend in history. My final killing move must not pose much of a threat to the young man in front of him. I'm afraid he has already entered the legendary world god list level.
A 20-year-old master of the divine list.
It is equivalent to another myth of Huaxia after Shura.
Xiao Yichen picked up Chixiao, inserted the scabbard behind him, and left the place silently. With Ye Hetu, everything he does is superfluous. Perhaps, the person who is most qualified to destroy the invasion of China is only Ye Hetu. The Supreme was defeated by him. How many chances will he win if he is known as the master of Shura?
Xiao Yichen shook his head mockingly and stopped thinking about this problem. From the center of the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum, walk out slowly. When passing through a imperial mausoleum, he suddenly heard a slight noise, so he stopped and quietly went to the place where it made a noise.
When he approached the imperial mausoleum, his mind moved and his footsteps changed. He approached the target with a footwork that the peak supreme of the dragon list could not detect. He saw a strange scene.
A purple-haired woman was squatting in front of a stone tablet in front of the imperial mausoleum. She took out a knife and gently knocked on the stone tablet, listening to the crisp sound of the stone tablet. Then the knife suddenly scratched the stone tablet, leaving a black mark on the tablet. It's another knife. The second black trace is engraved on the first trace. It is reasonable that the two traces overlap, and the color should be deeper, but Xiao Yichen saw with his own eyes that the black traces on the stone tablet were slowly disappearing.
The fool can also know the strangeness of this woman, and can also guess that the stone tablet is also strange. Xiao Yichen held his breath and continued to visit.
The purple-haired woman looked at the situation, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth that Xiao Yichen could feel.
Then, the knife was carefully looked at by the purple-haired woman, as if she had thought of something. The purple-haired woman made a move with a knife that Xiao Yichen could not guess the intention.
The knife suddenly hit the purple-haired woman's wrist. The knife light flashed, and blood flowed from the purple-haired woman's wrist.
It turned out to be purple blood!
Xiao Yichen saw such a strange thing for the first time. He was not in a hurry to stand up, but chose to continue to watch what would happen.
The purple blood was thrown on the stone tablet by the purple-haired woman, and the place was infected by the purple blood, as if there were some unusual changes.
After about a few minutes, there was finally a significant change on the stone tablet. After the originally smooth and wordless stone tablet was sprinkled by the blood of the purple-haired woman, some vague handwriting slowly appeared.
After a while, the handwriting stopped showing, but it was still blurred. I couldn't see what was written on it. The purple-haired woman thought for a while and gave up the idea of continuing to explore. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Xiao Yichen's hiding place.
Xiao Yichen was stunned. Did this purple-haired woman already know that he had come here? Did you show him the behavior just now?
The two eyes were finally intertwined. Xiao Yichen found that the purple-haired woman's eyes were even purple!
What is her identity!
What secrets did the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors hide?
"The Chinese who are hiding, come out." The purple-haired woman said indifferently in the direction of Xiao Yichen's hiding. In blunt Chinese, she was obviously not Chinese.
Xiao Yichen has no intention of continuing to hide. Now that he has been found, it is useless to hide. He did not think about leaving. Such a strange thing happened in the Ming Tombs. If he leaves, he will not be a Chinese. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, he must always have the responsibility to protect the country. This has nothing to do with age and identity. .
"Sprinkle some of your blood on it." The purple-haired woman pointed to the stone tablet and said to Xiao Yichen in a tone that did not need Xiao Yichen's consent at all, with arrogance and disdain.
Xiao Yichen slowly approached the stone tablet. It seemed that he obeyed the order of the purple-haired woman, approached the stone tablet and stopped. He turned his head and asked, "Why did you sprinkle my blood on it?"
The purple-haired woman still said in that cold tone, "Because my blood is different from yours, I can't see the words on it."
Xiao Yichen approached the stone monument again and turned his head again and asked, "Who are you?"
The purple-haired woman has been watching Xiao Yichen's every move. When she heard the question, she replied, "You don't need to know who I am. There is a saying in China that it's not good for you to know too much."
"What if I insist on knowing?" Xiao Yichen made a decision in his heart. In any case, he would not sprinkle his blood on this stone tablet.
The purple-haired woman sensed the abnormal behavior of the oriental man in front of her and replied word by word, "You are not qualified to know."
Xiao Yichen, who got the answer, suddenly pulled out the red light and waved a sword at the purple-haired woman. Several swords instantly formed and locked the surroundings of the purple-haired woman.
"Is this your oriental martial arts? It's really different from our West. The purple-haired woman calmly looked at Xiao Yichen's attack and gave a comment that was not a comment. She did not feel panicked because of Xiao Yichen's sudden attack.
"The East is not as simple as the West." Xiao Yichen took the sword and said to the strange purple-haired woman in front of him, whether he can defeat the other party or not, he will take action.
A black trident suddenly appeared in the purple-haired woman's hand, resisting Xiao Yichen's sword spirit, and then collided with Xiao Yichen's red sky. The blade of the red sky came into contact with the trident back and forth.
The black trident has no weakness for the sword of God, and it is still dim on the surface.
In one round, Xiao Yichen had some understanding of the strength of the purple-haired woman. With the advantage of weapons alone, he could not take advantage of it at all. Although he did not know what material the trident was made of, the red halberd cut off the iron like mud on it not only did not cause a little damage to the opponent's weapon, but also felt a strange. The suction.
Ye Hetu, who was in the center of the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors, moved his ears slightly and heard some fluctuations from a distance. Smiling quietly, did something appear?
At this time, the supreme returned to the cabin of less than 20 square meters and closed his eyes on the wooden chair inside. Ye Hetu did not cause much harm to him, but deep in his heart, he has deeply hit the grave-sweeping man who has killed countless people in the past 20 years.
Ye Hetu approached the cabin and said to the old man inside.
"What's the secret of the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors?"
There was no movement for a long time. Just as Ye Hetu was about to push the door in, a slightly old voice came out.
"There are many secrets in the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors. I have been here for more than ten years, and I have only found a few. What is completely certain is that the wordless stone tablet outside.
Ye Hetu thought about it and asked, "Why do so many people come here? Who spread the news?"
The voice inside was just a moment of silence, and then gave an answer."Do you know feng shui?"
Ye Hetu replied, "I understand."
If he doesn't understand feng shui, wouldn't he have studied in Kunlun for more than ten years?
"Do you know that there is a dragon vein?"
"The Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors is built on the dragon vein."
Ye Hetu made a point and immediately gave an answer. He vaguely guessed the intention in the words. Is it related to the dragon vein?
"There is astrology in the west and feng shui in the east. There is not much difference between the two. It has a lot to do with prophecy. The Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors is a dragon vein. Generally speaking, it is a feng shui treasure, and there are similar sayings in Western astrology.
"Are you saying that someone has calculated that there is movement here?" Ye Hetu speculated from the meaning of the words that he almost understood what caused such a big movement here.
"Not bad. You will find a lot of places when you go out to observe. It's impossible for you not to notice the movement from there just now. If I'm right, it should be in the place of the wordless tablet.
The voice in the room said slowly. Ye Hetu outside had no time to take care of too much. With one look, two guys from afar immediately came this way.
"Master, what can I do for you?" He Changfeng always looks loyal and is willing to be the master Ye Hetu, because he knows how to compare his heart and know what is right and what is wrong.
Agaganto naturally followed He Changfeng and worked for Ye Hetu. Having seen such a scene of strong winds and waves, Agaganto's acceptance and insight were gradually expanding.
"Help me look at him. I used to deal with something."
Ye Hetu threw down a sentence and left the place. When he walked out of the center, he sneered with disdain.
Some people can't help but take action.
Sure enough, after Ye Hetu left, several people appeared in the vision of He Changfeng and Agagantuo.
One Japanese and two blonde foreigners.
"What? Want to fight?"
Agaganto first provoked a few people who appeared. As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate. Ye Hetu's departure is naturally the world of both of them. As long as he doesn't do something out of place, the magnanimous Ye Hetu is acceptable.
"Yasukuni Shrine, half-zang in the abdomen."
The Japanese with Bushido hanging around their waists took the lead in saying that the two blonde foreigners remained silent. They wanted to see the strength of Agaganto.
"I haven't heard of it."
He Changfeng, who had a weed in his mouth, curled his lips and said.
Agagantuo looked at He Changfeng and patiently advised, "Hasn't your master taught you to be polite to people?"
Hearing the lesson of Agagantuo, He Changfeng suddenly realized and nodded and said yes.
"Yes, the master specially told me that as long as I see the Japanese in China, I will kill them all."