Chapter 78 Surface

Zichuan Liubu was motionless, which was a sign that he was about to enter the state. If he wanted to leave here safely, Ye Hetu would not agree to be so cheerful. It was the appearance of this man that made Zichuan Liubu have a deeper understanding of Ye Hetu.

"Despicable."

Zichuan Liubu said hatefully that Ye Hetu, who wanted to go back on his way, dug a small hole for him to jump in. It was not obvious that he could not eat.

The cold and strong man took out a military thorn, and it seemed that he was going to start to do it. After following Zichuan Liubu for so long, he must want to sneak up. Now the traces are found by Zichuan, which means that the probability of sneak attack is reduced to zero. In this case, there is nothing to hide.

"You Chinese like to do this?" Zichuan Liubu smiled and sarcasm that he had regarded this man as Ye Hetu's person. Since Ye Hetu wanted to keep him, it didn't matter if he broke the jar and broke. Let's see if Ye Hetu had the confidence to leave him.

To deal with Ye Hetu, Zichuan Liubu has no chance of winning, which does not mean that he is going to run away when he sees this man now. After all, no matter how many masters there are in the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum, he will not be able to find a large number of characters who can kill him.

The man holding the military thorn did not answer Zichuan Liubu, as if he had not heard Zichuan Liubu's words at all. His eyes were sharp and he was looking for an angle to attack brazenly.

His task is to kill the foreigners who came out of the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors.

Especial Japanese.

The rest of the matter has nothing to do with him. Even if the sky falls, he doesn't care. After staying in that place for a few years, the blood in my bones has been suppressed. It's not easy to come out to kill people. I must cherish this opportunity. Otherwise, I'm sorry for the organization's cultivation of him in the past few years.

A layer of water mist slowly appeared in the eyes of the majestic man, and the water mist gradually turned red until his eyes were soaked in red.

It turned out to be an extremely rare blood pupil!

Zichuan Liubu is surprised and uncertain. Only when he has killed a lot of people can the artistic conception be formed when he is suddenly understood. The probability of such a rare thing appearing is very rare, and there is nothing in it. When killing people, you must have enough opportunities to step into the legendary realm of killing gods, and only by gaining great insights in the realm of killing gods can you form a blood pupil.

In the realm of killing gods, few people in Japan can step into this magical realm, let alone gain great insights in it. There are many things that can't be obtained for no reason.

How many people has he killed!

"Are you wondering how many people I have killed?" The man with blood-red eyes said with a strong baritone, buzzing, and Zichuan Liubu's mind was not affected.

"Ten thousand people. There are British, French, Russians, and Japanese. The majestic man gave the answer, and his muscles relaxed one by one, on the verge of an explosion. Zichuan Liubu has never encountered this kind of formation. It seems that he can't escape a fierce battle today. Zichuan Liubu's confidence began to shake slightly after seeing the bloody pupil of the majestic man.

Is China really as weak as those old men in Japan say?

Zichuan Liubu didn't believe this anyway, because the continuous encounter made him have something called fear in his heart. I don't know if anyone is still paying close attention to it. Zichuan Liubu didn't dare to continue to think about it. Although he had not found any breath so far, there was still a strong uneasiness in his heart.

"Imperial Mausoleum, Thirteen." Ye Hetu walked into the center of the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum and said to himself, maybe no one knows the Thirteen Emperor's Mausoleum, but how many people know all kinds of strange things in the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum, the location of the Imperial Mausoleum is indeed a dragon vein. In such a feng shui treasure, the secrets buried are countless. Is it possible that only by excavating all the secret treasures like a tomb robber can you have a sense of accomplishment?

The answer to the question is only clear to Ye Hetu himself.

Along the way, the corpses were everywhere. Ye Hetu was too lazy to look at it. These people, not to mention how prestigious their identities are, are just cold corpses now. If anyone announces all the people who have fallen from the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors, it will inevitably cause a great wave in the West. The Golden Family, Atlantis, and members of the mysterious Japanese Zichuan Family also appeared in the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum. Such a horrible lineup is once in a century.

The Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors itself is the tip of the battle. Ye Hetu is the behind-the-scenes pusher, who is responsible for pushing this wave to the peak, and then calming down in the aftershocks.

Killing is only part of the duty.

"Master, everything you ordered has been done." Eric, who had been standing in the center of the imperial mausoleum, finally waited until Ye Hetu returned and hurried forward to report. Ye Hetu's previous performance in this place made Eric sincerely submit and could choose such a person with a king's demeanor as his boss. Eric's bet was right.

Ye Hetu nodded slightly and didn't even ask how many people Eric had killed and what kind of people he killed.

These people deserve to die.

The East is not a place where you can come and go if you want.

"How many people are still alive?"

"Except for the Japanese you told the master not to kill, all the rest are dead."

The more plain Ye Hetu's performance is, the more convincing Eric is. Of course, the rest of the people do not include their own people and Chinese people.

"Very good." Ye Hetu left a sentence and walked to the cabin. Ye Hetu sensed the movement below in other places as early as possible, and this hearing was effortless as early as many years ago. It's not worth mentioning at all. Even according to the sound, Ye Hetu can judge the details of the following battle.

In a short time, Ye Hetu successfully found the mechanism behind the water tank, stretched out his hand to open the entrance of the channel without hesitation, and jumped down.

As Ye Hetu jumped into the mouth, the stone above his head slowly closed. Ye Hetu just took a glance and said with interest, "No wonder no one has found the thing designed by the bird man. It turned out that it was occupied by this old man alone.

It was dark around, and there was a little light in the distance. Ye Hetu walked along the light towards that side. In a moment, he had reached his destination dozens of feet away. There is a cluster of blue flames beating in an ancient stone platform. Under the flame is an unknown **. Judging from the shape and faint flame of the stone platform, it should be some years old.

"The flame that has existed for hundreds of years." A flash of surprise flashed in Ye Hetu's eyes. He had seen and depicted this strange thing in some ancient books. Unexpectedly, he had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes today.

The finger bounced slightly, and a stone passed through the flame.

The stone instantly turned into ashes.

This faint blue flame actually has a terrible temperature!

If some highly authoritative scholars in the archaeological field see this scene, it will definitely cause another archaeological upsurge. China also has an advanced civilization that is unmatched by modern times. People continue to explore and get shocks that are more difficult to describe in words. Archaeology is like a bottomless cave, attracting curious people to look forward step by step.

Ye Hetu had an idea and took out the exquisite flying knife that had never been stained with blood. Bake the blade on the blue flame. Two fingers clamped the handle of the knife, and the flying knife made a slight roar when it met the flame, but there was no obvious change in the knife body.

Ye Hetu heard this roar, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He did not remove the flying knife. The temperature on the handle was a little warm. Under such a fierce high temperature, the whole flying knife behaved normally. I can't see the power of the blue flame at all.

"Ha ha, that's true."

Ye Hetu smiled cheerfully, and there was silence around him, and only his laughter echoed in the whole space. Take back the unchanged flying knife, brush the handle with your own hands, and the cold feeling spread all over the body. The burning of the blue flame did not have any effect on the flying knife.

"This fire should be the legendary Wu Ming karma fire." Ye Hetu stroked his chin and nodded and praised that there was such a thing under the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors, which was once again beyond his expectation.

"After watching it for so long, can you still calm down? It seems that my knife makes you look a little impressed. A mysterious smile appeared on Ye Hetu's face, as if he were talking to himself. His eyes were paying attention to the blue flame in the stone platform. Under the gentle blue fire, Ye Hetu disappeared.

By the time Ye Hetu appeared in place again, the lights were already bright.

Several fire altars around all burn yellow flames. Unlike the weak blue flame, the yellow flame has no special place, which is the flame of ordinary lighting. The whole hall became extremely bright.

"The strange gate array of four elephants. The people who arranged this bureau are quite smart. Ye Hetu looked at the decorations around him and couldn't help admiring that the Four Elephants, which had disappeared for many years, appeared in the Thirteen Emperors' Mausoleum, which was not simple.

Taiji gave birth to two instruments, two instruments gave birth to four elephants, and four elephants gave birth to eight trigrams.

Taijiquan, four elephant array, gossip spectrum. Except for the development of Taiji, many people have never heard of these three things at all. Some martial arts sects may have mentioned the four elephant gossip, but very few people know the four elephants strange gate array and the innate spectrum of gossip.

So, the latter two things have been lost for many years.

In any case, the lost things will reappear one day, and some are just that the time has not come. Wait for an opportunity in a corner or deep underground. Let them see the sun again.

There is no one around Ye Hetu now, and there is no shadow at all.

So who did you say what you said before?

There was still no trace of life around the silence. Ye Hetu walked to the center, looked at the cluster of gently beating blue flames, showing a strange smile, the smile only lasted for a second, and suddenly unexpectedly stepped on the stone tablet containing the flames.

The whole person rose in the air.

The goal is above the head!

(Ps: I wanted to update it twice, but when I wrote it later, I felt more and less charming. Can you actively publish book reviews recently? Your comments and opinions are the source of my thoughts. Since this book is written, I have not encountered any bottlenecks, and there should be no bottlenecks. It's just a question about connotation and depth. At least 3,000 words are steadily updated every day this month. Occasionally, there will be two updates, and occasionally there will be a small outbreak. What's worse is the opportunity mentioned in the book.)