Supreme enchanting soldier king

Chapter 656 Horror Hole Card (4 More)
The still water flows deep, and the three thousand weak waters of Huangquan flow silently.

The island in the middle of the lake, that existence like a mummy, with yellow paper money scattered in his hands, stands alone, standing on the island in the middle of the lake, on the edge of the ancient and mysterious altar, facing the coffin of the ten thousand-year-old Wutong Emperor, with his back to everyone, it seems that he is remembering, aweing, condolences.

That mysterious woman, holding a folded white paper boat in her hand, walked towards the emperor's coffin in the center of the altar!

The ancient clock of Huangquan, exuding the breath of heaven, hangs mysteriously in the air nine feet behind the emperor's coffin. Under the bell, the mysterious black stone box moved slightly, as if it felt something.

The donkey quickly restrained the shock in his eyes, and stared straight at the black-covered ghost boat by the lake. A rare flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the donkey, and he whispered: "What the hell, Fugui The emperor has been preparing for a long time to seek the danger."

The donkey man stood upright and quietly found a hidden corner. His two hooves touched the dark collar on his neck, and quickly condensed a mark. Inside the dark collar, there was a strange palm-sized black coffin. , emerges strangely.

The figure of the donkey, the moment the palm-sized black coffin emerged, disappeared without a trace as if it had evaporated from the world, and above the void, a murmur came out: "Wow, woof, woof! , this time it will be released! The awning boat has returned to the emperor!"

In the sky, four supremely horrifying figures, as well as endless and terrifying magic spells, forbidden spells, and mysterious ancient laws collided violently at a speed beyond the discernment of human eyes.

Jiutian seemed to be broken by these four people!

Qin Shihuang actually blocked the three-party supreme terrorist attack all by himself.

"Qin Shihuang of China fought against Prince Meiji of Fusang alone, Bishop Yehe of the Western Holy Land, and the Holy Monk Kasyapa of the Holy Land of Ancient India, Samana, and he was not directly defeated!" Totally shocked.

"When did Fusang Island unite with the Holy Land of the West and the Holy Land of ancient India? Did the people from the three Holy Lands jointly deal with Qin Shihuang, who had practiced for only 30 years at the end of China's pre-Qin period?" Someone was shocked and finally realized something. Shocked.

"Is Qin Shihuang really so terrifying? He has only practiced for 30 years. As far as I know, whether it is the holy monk Kasyapa or the bishop of Yehe, both of them have already become famous in ancient times. The three join forces to deal with Qin Shihuang?"

"The Holy Lands of the West and the Holy Lands of Ancient India are hundreds of millions of miles away. The sea of ​​death and the Golden Triangle are separated from the Eastern Desolation. The great change of the world has just happened. How did they survive the endless terror? , the mysterious, dangerous, and taboo sea hundreds of millions of miles away, came to Donghuang?" Some people wondered.

"Brother Dao, Dao Scar, this, this is Qin Shihuang? Hey, crap, this is from China. Back then we sold fake terracotta warriors to foreigners outside the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit. Did you forget? The time when I was arrested in the police station." For some reason, a sense of national pride arose.

"Tell me, after this matter is over, can we defect to Qin Shihuang? Anyway, we can be regarded as authentic descendants of China." While Scarface was shocked, a crazy thought came to his mind.

"That rookie traitor, is he dead?" Nangong Qingshu, whose face was swollen from being beaten by the Yaochi female cultivator, was still a little red. At this moment, his resentment towards Ye Luo had reached its peak.

The lonely and perfect woman, Yue Jiangyue, seems to be looking for something too.

"Senior Sister, is that rookie traitor already dead?" Lan Xiaoqian said suddenly, her attention was not on the battle in the sky.

Ye Luo was still silently hiding in the snow-covered reeds. In his pocket, the little fairy bridge beast had already started to devour it crazily, but there was a hint of worry in the eyes of the little paper man.

"The eighth breath." Ye Luo looked up at the sky while observing the surrounding situation, restraining himself to maintain the most calm state.

Ye Luo was also extremely shocked by the sudden appearance of these two figures, but Ye Luo also vaguely noticed it when he rushed out of the ancient palace of Tibetan soldiers at that time.

Because, due to the appearance of the soul-controlling beast, when the people from Fusang Island rushed out, they vaguely formed a triangular and secretly interconnected formation with the other two forces.

"No, since Prince Meiji has already thought of uniting people from other holy lands, isn't Qin Shihuang not prepared?" Ye Luo suddenly had a strong doubt in his heart, and then frowned: "This emperor who is full of endless mysteries , what exactly do you want to do?"

"Crack-"

Just as Ye Luo was doubting, there were a few very small sounds in the reeds.

Ye Luo suddenly lowered his body, looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and quietly looked over. A few seconds later, Ye Luo was a little surprised to find that there were ninjas from two island countries, who did not know when they got into the endless lake by the lake. Among the mutated reeds.

What surprised Ye Luo even more was that among the two ninjas, one was the only old ninja who could still stand beside Prince Meiji after the death of Miyamoto Zantian, and the other was the lowly ninja Saburo Nakamura.

"Old Ancestor, this is the place." Saburo Nakamura seemed very nervous, standing where he was, respectfully guarding the only old ninja who was still alive.

"Trash! If you hadn't entered the restricted area this time, and too many loyal ninjas had died, you would not be qualified to participate in this sacred formation arrangement." The old ninja looked down indifferently.

"Yes! Yes! Old, old ancestor, Gudong—" Saburo Nakamura swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said: "The old ancestor Miyamoto Zantian has passed away, my lord prince, the supreme emperor, and the supreme holy lord My lord, after many years of deduction, the situation that may occur today has finally appeared, and our formation will definitely be able to severely damage those who fight with the prince!"

"Shut up, take out the things, and arrange them according to the directions I said. Others should have already prepared them. Our empire has been preparing for the thing on Huxin Island for too long." The eyes of the old ninja flashed A touch of light.

"Old Ancestor, is that thing really so important? I heard that mysterious people like Sakyamuni, Lao Tzu, and Master in China, the emperor of our previous generation, and many ancient giants in rumors are all looking for that thing .” The low ninja was excited.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask, otherwise, you will die!" The old ninja's voice was terrifying, and then he said: "Take out three ancient soul-leaving awls, put them on the Kun position, walk nine steps to the left, and put another one , Yes, you can use these two positions as the reference position, and arrange the other 24 formation bases according to the positions on the formation map, remember, you must be fast, I will go to other positions to see the progress of the layout."

(End of this chapter)