Guardian Chapter 140: The dirty emperor is suspicious

  In view of this doubt.

  Chen Feng asked directly: "Since Dashun Taizu is a dead king, what does the royal family say now?"

  Chen Ping waved his hand and said: “I don’t know the specific inside story. The Taizu is a dead king, or a secret passed down by every generation of suspicious people. As for the current royal family, it is said that it is from the line of General Biaoqi back then. "

  "General Biaoqi?" Chen Feng couldn't help being surprised, and asked: "What is the line of Hall Master Han Lin?"

  Chen Ping nodded and said: "Well, yes, the person in the painting is riding a general, Han Lin can be said to be the ancestor of the current royal family."

  嚯... It's another amazing melon... That Qi Biao, holding the magic pestle in his hand, and seemingly heroic Han Lin, turned out to be the ancestor of the royal family today, and the so-called man in the picture.

  In this way, he has lived for more than three hundred years. The way the people in the painting live is really amazing.

  Chen Feng speculates that the vitality in the painting is usually not obvious. Compared with the outside, it is similar to the static time. The lapse of time in the outside does not affect the world in the painting. It seems that there is nothing in the painting. Not on the same level.

  It's very mysterious.

  Han Lin and Daeshun Taizu fought the world, and Taizu passed the throne to his descendants. What a revolutionary friendship between the two.

  Chen Feng returned to shaping the history of past lives. Which dynasty and which generation was not Taizu won the world. It was either a cup of wine to release the military power, or a bird to make a good bow, or the case and that case copied the family and exterminated the heroic family. No one really shares the world with the heroes, let alone the throne given to others.

  Contacting Zangdi again did not leave any definite evidence of death.

  A zombie emperor in the last days of the previous dynasty, and a zombie king who was the founding kingdom of this dynasty.

   all ended with disappearance.

  Is it true that when the zombie has reached a certain height, it has to have any reason for being "disappeared"?

  Chen Feng's thoughts became more and more illusory, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

   Huanhong's palm shook in front of Chen Feng, who was gradually losing his senses, and said, "It looks like you know that you are not thinking about it. In fact, it is not that complicated. As far as I know, Taizu was not transformed by Dirty Emperor. He was originally the young patriarch of the Han clan. In terms of seniority, Han Lin is his uncle."

  Chen Feng said "Oh". It seems that he was really thinking too complicated. After Huanhong said that, the unreasonable revolutionary friendship became reasonable.

  Chen Ping was also in a daze, presumably he didn't know until now.

  It seems that he is still engaged in intelligence work, and he is more acquainted with this information.

  Chen Feng thought that he could live a life with prostitutes, and he knew no less secrets than Huan Hong. After returning to Beijing, could he consider being an intelligence dealer, like Ge Ailan and Aunt Xue from Zhulin, they could also have a lot of money through selling intelligence? income.

  Chatting for a while.

  Wet clothes were dried, after drinking **** tea to get rid of the cold, the three of them packed up and set off officially.

  The curtain hole in the water is wide and contains the universe.

  The three of them walked all the way, without the feeling of narrowness at all, and even the light was only slightly dizzy, and the sense of vision was not affected at all.

  In a moment, Chen Ping clenched his fist and motioned to stop.

  He pointed in the direction of the two huge stone gates, and said, “This is the entrance to the tomb of doubt. There is a soul-absorbing orb on the stone gate, which was demolished by me. There is a tomb-guarding stone Zhongweng in front of the gate. It’s a bit tricky to live by smelling the sun. ."

  Chen Feng looked in the direction of his fingers.

  There is a stone sculpture on each side of the stone gate.

  The appearance of a swordsman with a stone pestle and sword on the left is exactly the same as Shi Zhongweng in front of an ordinary tomb.

  The right stone sculpture stands on the stone pier in a squatting posture, looking at the hideous shape, it is a gargoyle.

  "It’s okay to live by smelling the yang energy, but can’t breathe out." Huan Hong held her breath and raised her foot for three steps. Just as she was about to lift the fourth step, she was abruptly in the air.

  She raised her foot and withdrew, stood three steps away, and stopped moving forward.

  Chen Ping nodded, and explained: "I see it, Yang Qi is not just breathing."

  Shi Zhongweng and the gargoyle's eyes moved with Huanhong's fourth step, staring at the soles of Huanhong's feet, as if she would immediately come back to life as long as she took this step.

  As Huan Hong withdrew to the third step, the stone sculpture's eyes became dull again.

  "Wear the yang to live, and there is a range of distance, but it is actually easy to solve." Chen Feng Xuli summoned Da Mao, pointed at the two stone carvings and said: "Go, tear it down."

  Under Chen Ping's surprise, Da Mao suddenly rolled up a whirlwind on the spot.

   Huanhong is accustomed to it, and the appearance of Da Mao makes her release so heavy... Chen Feng’s corpse puppet is full of spirituality, but does not possess the characteristics of a living person. Naturally, there is no Yang Qi. According to the stone carving judgement, it is a dead thing. .

  Da Mao first hit Shi Zhongweng with a violent punch, making the sound of a rock falling.

  There are hidden textures in the stones. They are not pure stone, nor are they so-called refined stone figurines. They are a bit like petrified flesh and blood.

  Da Mao shook his fist like the wind, completely following Chen Feng's instructions. If you dismantle it, you will remove it. It means that you can't leave a good place.

  He smashed dozens of punches until Shi Zhongweng broke into gravel, and then satisfactorily turned his target to the gargoyle.

   Just the same, without any twists and turns, the gargoyle was also torn into stones by Da Mao.

  until Da Mao stood expressionless behind Chen Feng.

  Chen Ping just replied from the shock.

  He took a deep breath, looked at Chen Feng, and said, "The same is the blood of the emperor, I can only raise zombies with blood, you have already walked in front of me."

  Chen Feng looked a little shy, knowing his own things, where he cared about the blood of the emperor, if it weren’t for the soul called Soul Zhongli in the life and death market that had obtained the secret method of corpse refining, there was Liuli holding a carving knife to put his eye on Later, how can there be powerful big hairs and Ermao.

  "Luck, fooling around." Chen Feng's self-qian words made Chen Ping a little bit weak and decadent.

  Fighting can produce a pinnacle-level silver corpse that is almost frozen?

  Chen Ping didn't believe it, but fortunately, he didn't ask much, and moved forward.

  When the three of them approached the broken rocks, the petrified rocks faintly trembled like the earth trembling, and they wanted to close together and take shape according to the rule of “live by smelling the sun”.

  It’s just too broken. It’s almost impossible to fold it together, not to mention that Da Mao saw the stone move. Without Chen Feng’s order, he squatted on the ground like a toad, raised his fist, and saw which one. When the rock moves, just smash it.

  Damao has a serious look, as if he is concentrating on beating a hamster.

  Shimen is huge, with a height of ten people, and there is a hole in the center that is the size of a human head. It was originally the place where the soul orb was placed.

  Below the hole, there is a personal-shaped groove.

  Chen Ping leaned back against the groove, hugged his chest with his hands, and leaned back up.

  A magical scene happened.

  Chen Ping merged into Shimen and sank in like a swamp.

   Huanhong touched the pit, and was surprised, “The touch is stone, and I don’t know what material the stone gate is made of. The master passed through the stone gate and melted behind the gate without any barriers.”

  "This may be the so-called Suspicious Key Man. The Shimen cannot be opened from the outside. It can only be opened from the inside. The Key Man is the key to open the Shimen."

  Chen Feng was very enthusiastic about the material properties of Shimen. He wanted to take out a carving knife to pry a piece of the void shuttle and wait to study it slowly in the future.

  The stone gate moved, making a roar of rubbing against the ground, and slowly slid to both sides.

  Fucking trough...Chen Feng exclaimed in his heart. The cracks that gradually opened before his eyes showed the thickness of the stone gate. The length of the stone gate was about 30 meters full of friction marks. Where is the stone gate, it is clear that the two are combined. Stone mountain together.

  It’s no wonder that you want to use the blood of the emperor as a suspect, let alone without the key, and if you want to enter the tomb, it will take a lot of time even if you bang.

  Walk in a long passage.

  Chen Feng gave birth to a small feeling, thinking that if the stone mountains on both sides were closed together, he and Huan Hong would be crushed into meat patties in an instant.

  Fortunately, this is just an assumption under instinctive fear, and I passed the passage without any surprises or dangers.

  After the passage, there is a round pool with pillars suddenly open.

  The surrounding oil lamps caught fire in the air.

  Chen Feng second returned to the robbery to have a sense of sight.

  On the wall of the round pool, there are various stone wall sculptures in weird poses, which are awkward and awkward to pose in contradictory poses.

  Individually, it is very awkward, and when you look at it together, it also implies a certain way.

  Chen Feng tried to string up the postures he saw in his mind to make a coherent "running graph", and he was able to imagine a dynamic coherent posture.

  "There are inscriptions on the stone pillars." Huan Hong jumped down from the round pond and approached the stone pillars to study the words on it with Chen Ping.

  Chen Feng is interested in the strange stone wall sculptures around.

  Da Mao didn't care at first, but when he watched it, he fell into a mood of turmoil around the corner.

  Chen Feng subconsciously contrasted with gestures.

  A variety of awkward shapes that violated his body structure made him vomit blood.

  He turned his head away, surprised.

  Da Maoyi's gourd painting scoop is completing the first stone wall sculpture.

  Hold your hands together behind your back, straighten your body, stretch your back arm to the top of your head, stand still with your left foot, and slowly push your right foot through the arm ring.

  Chen Feng, "..."

  A group of words popped out of my mind, "S-level difficulty yoga action".

  It coincided with the sound of Huanhong reading the inscription on the stone pillar, "The stiff physique can explode the power of the physical body to the extreme..."

  It’s no wonder that a single one seems to vomit blood and a string of dynamic coherent feelings...Chen Feng’s belly talk...If it’s a rigid body technique, it’s easy to understand.

  But this kind of distorted shape makes you have to practice bone fractures.

  Chen Feng immediately lost interest. Why did he work so hard? When he met a zombie who knew this kind of physique, he smashed it with an exquisite scale, said the soul was rewarded, and directly became a skill. You can use it whatever you want.

  Chen Feng thought it was beautiful, so he released Er Mao by the way.

  If you are too lazy to practice, it is convenient to be rewarded.

  Da Mao and Er Mao are the pinnacles of the silver corpse, and the physical body is the most powerful treasure. This kind of physical technique is perfect for them.

  Following Da Mao and Er Mao to practice yoga, Chen Feng also jumped into the round pond to read the inscription in front of the stone pillar.

  The inscription records not only the Zombie Physique, but also the specific time when the suspected mound was established.

  Stone-pillared epitaph...Chen Feng couldn't help but vomit, but he wondered about the time when the suspicion mound was established.

  "This suspicion mound was established in the previous dynasty. It is understandable, why is it so long as a thousand years ago?"

  "Yes, isn’t it the Dirty Emperor Suspicious Mound? It is estimated from the 375 years since the founding of Dashun, that time was just a few years after the Dirty Emperor disappeared. If so, is it dirty? Seven hundred years, or even longer?" Huan Hong raised doubts after the statement.

  "It is reported that the Zangdi was the last emperor of the Liewu Empire. From his enthronment to the Yin-Yang War and the end of the kingdom, it was only 50 years. The previous six to seven hundred years, let alone the Liewu Empire, It has been less than five hundred years ago. Before that, there were many small human nations, and this human race did not form a unified nation. How to explain the establishment of this suspicion?"

  Chen Ping fell into self-doubt. He murmured: “There is nothing wrong with the fact that the people in Luwei Town are the guardians of the tomb of the emperor’s blood. You can open this stone gate, Tsukasa, you have seen it, there is nothing wrong with it, as for the time, I can’t explain it."

  "There may be two speculations." Chen Feng pointed his forehead and analyzed: "First, when the suspected mound was established, the time was tampered with, so the cloud of suspicion was in line with expectations."

  "Second, it’s a bit scary to think carefully. This tomb really existed a thousand years ago. The dirty emperor was either an immortal who had lived for so long, or the dove occupied the magpie’s nest and occupied the tomb of other existence. "

   Huan Hong and Chen Ping glanced at each other, and both shuddered at Chen Feng’s speculation.

  If it is the first type, then everything will be fine.

  If it is the second type, it will make your scalp numb just thinking about it.

  The three wanted to discuss further, but the abrupt sound of horse stepping disrupted everyone's thinking.

  The sound of horse stepping is very far, from light stepping to rushing step, and then it can be heard, and it begins to charge and gallop.

  No need to think about it.

  The heavy rider in the suspicion mound found an abnormality and rushed towards the round pond.

  A ride appears.

  Her heavy armor, a half-horse shape with almost two horses.

As soon as   Father appeared, he volleyed into the air with a high-speed collision.

  The cavalry mounted a half-air gun, and a thick cone gun flew in the air.

  Chen Feng Linglong weighed in his hand, and Zhongruo lifted the black mountain rock under the mountain to appear suddenly, and slammed the volley heavy rider to the ground with a bang.

  With one blow, the stone slab shattered, and the heavy rider did not collapse.

  The fierce armor was cracked with many cracks, and it was like flesh and blood, and gradually closed.

  "The Evil Wind Heavy Cavalry is an elite of the Undead Legion, and ordinary means cannot cause damage to it." Chen Ping kept wiping the Soul Devouring Orb in his hands, several shadows rushed away from it, and went directly into the heavy Cavalry.

  "Little Maruko, help me." Chen Ping yelled, flipping his fingers, and hitting the door of heavy riding face.

   Huan Hong understood in an instant, and also resorted to the means of the Master Convergence.

  "The endless sea of ​​delusion, the soul leads the cause and effect." Both the master and the apprentice shouted at the same time, the finger dance flew, and the afterimage was about to appear.

  I saw the red light in Zhongqi’s eyes gradually disappeared, and the mask was lifted directly by the two masters and apprentices, revealing the pitch-black skull head.

  Huahong and Chen Ping were taken aback for a moment, never thought that there were skeletons under the ferocious armor.

  In his stunned skills.

  The red light in the eyes of the horse under the heavy rider gradually grew.

  The horse screams like thunder, and the horse's teeth are as sharp as a saw, and it bites between Huanhong's neck with one bite.

  In my impression, there are only knights driving horses, no horses driving knights.

   Huanhong is using his soul to lead the cause and effect, changing the face of the heavy rider, there is no time to guard.

  With this bite, Huanhong’s head is not enough for it to swallow.

  At the moment of death, the coldness suddenly appeared.

  Chen Feng held a carving knife and chopped the horse's head to the ground with a single knife.

  Carving a knife in his hand.

  Like a sword but not a sword, like a sword but not a sword, more like a pen.

   is much longer than the pen again.

The   carving knife in the Four Sacred Mountains sucked the demon knife in the hands of the carving lord, which was "a little bit shorter" than the God Lantern. It was as long as a palm to half an arm.

  Chen Feng held the handle of the knife and swung the knife down, cutting tofu like a dagger.

  Cut off the horse's head and feel at ease.

  Not only that.

  The horse's head fell to the ground, and the red light in his eyes was photographed by the carving knife, showing the original color.

   is actually a purple cloud.

   is exactly the same color as the imperial seal fragments over Luwei Town.

   And the ferocious armor that seemed to be alive on the rider's body was at the same time as the purple cloud faded.

  It seems to go through ten thousand years in a flash.

   Weathered directly on the spot into bones, the bones scattered into sand, and the sand became wind.

  Based on Chen Feng's superficial understanding of carving knives.

  This stuff **** blood, soul, and life.

  It can be seen that this can make the heavy ride live up to the general Zi Yun.

   contains vitality.

  The imperial seal carrying the luck of the dynasty.

  Is there life impossible?

  ……