fifth form

An obscure magic power streaked across the sky in the night sky.

In the emperor's tomb in Yangling, an arrow with a golden arrow began to rotate like a compass.

After a full 36 turns, the arrow seemed to have a specific aim, and the red tail feathers began to shine with a dark red light.

More than a hundred steps away, the roar of the eight-sided sword could be heard endlessly.

In this battle over the tomb, Taiwei Zhou's pottery figurine was undoubtedly the main force. Even though the level of refining of this human pottery figurine was not high, it was hard to bear the fact that Taiwei Zhou used to be the No. 1 Han Dynasty.

The material of this pottery puppet trumps technology and brings extremely terrifying power.

In the sword light, His Majesty's body was constantly glowing, almost sustaining nearly half of the sword wounds.

But Captain Zhou did meet his nemesis tonight.

The sky-shaking arrows had not yet killed the dharma body of the Lord. Lieutenant Zhou's puppet could only injure the Lord, but it was not enough to kill him.

"Well, Emperor Jing, it seems that there should be a ghost treasure at the bottom of your tomb, otherwise you wouldn't be able to breed such figurine zombies!"

Your Majesty's Dharmakaya can't be transformed into a powerful body by just breaking a piece of wood. He also used rare materials, and its value even far exceeds Lu Baibai's green rock wooden staff.

Seeing this incarnation being knocked to pieces, Your Majesty could not help but feel a little distracted. He felt that no matter how prepared he was, he could not keep up with the changes.

He pushed his body forward and dodged the cold air from Zhi Buyi as he approached the pottery figurine of Captain Zhou.

As far as your Majesty is concerned, Zhi Buyi's attack has little effect and cannot hurt him by a long shot. However, as long as he slows down his speed by a point or two, he will definitely be exposed to many more swords from Taiwei Zhou's pottery figurines, so he should avoid them accordingly. Still have to hide.

"small thing!"

After guessing what might be hidden in Emperor Jing's tomb, His Majesty couldn't help but curse in a low voice when his steps were slightly delayed.

He glanced at Zhi Buyi, and when he narrowed his eyes slightly, he grabbed Zhi Buyi with his right hand.

When the Eight-sided Sword hit the body repeatedly, causing countless shocks, a flame flew towards Zhi Buyi.

The flames collided with the cold air, making an extremely weird squeaking sound, and a large amount of water vapor that looked like white smoke came out.

Just as he retreated, he felt a pain in his heart.

He looked blankly at the wooden thorns that penetrated his body, and then looked at His Majesty's left hand.

"You seem to be Zhu Jiuyin!"

When a normal cultivator casts a spell, he will undoubtedly release one spell after another, but there are some beings who have the ability to perform left-hand surgery and right-hand spells, and there are very few such beings.

If he had to look for it directly, he could only guess that the owner of the Evil Luoschuan Holy Land had this ability.

But what made Zhi not confused was that the Zhu Jiuyin in front of him didn't seem to be strong.

If the person chasing into the mausoleum is not a practitioner of Huang Lao's art like him, but Cheng Bushi, Dou Ying and others, I feel that the probability of killing them is very high.

It was difficult for him to judge, and the dizziness and numbness in his head made it difficult for Zhi Buyi to continue thinking.

In a battle between masters, one careless move can mean the difference between life and death.

Of course, even if Zhi was cautious, he couldn't stop this kind of double kill.

If he dies, the other party will live.

The world in Nao Busuo's eyes quickly dimmed.

Death is like sinking into eternal darkness. Once trapped, it is difficult to wake up.

Zhi Buyi was prepared for his death, but he felt that his death seemed to be a short moment.

When his tired eyes slowly opened, he felt that the world seemed to have changed, but the battle between Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurines and His Majesty was not over, and there were still tinkling sounds.

Just when Zhi Buyi was about to struggle forward and strike together, he found it difficult to take even one step.

"My body...I am dead after all!"

Zhi Busuo glanced downwards and saw that his body had turned into a pottery figurine. His head was difficult to rotate and his body was extremely mechanical. Only his wooden arms could swing.

His body was lying dozens of meters away. Without the body, there is a lack of acupoints, and without acupoints, it is impossible to flow mana.

Zhi Busuo has his own consciousness, but he can't do anything.

While shaking his arms, the pottery figurine threw the stone in his hand.

"Have I turned into a stone-throwing figurine?"

Zhi Busuo was swinging his wooden arms, and it was difficult to understand why he was resurrected from the dead.

But he soon felt that he was not alone among the pottery figurines. There seemed to be many pottery figurines around him that were in a state of chaos, or that had temporary consciousness.

"These pottery figurines seem to be executed prisoners who were buried before, and some are civilian husbands, craftsmen, and buried maids. Before his death, His Majesty said that he would transform into Yin soldiers to guard Chang'an City forever. It seems that these are His Majesty's Yin soldiers!"

Zhi Buyi felt that the strength of the Yin soldiers was limited. Their strength was somewhat similar to those who filled holes in prisoner of war camps. Of course, it was also similar to some hungry people who had been hungry for three days.

But vaguely, he felt that the pottery figurine he was in seemed to have a little more strength.

As if it can cultivate automatically, the individual strength of this pottery figurine is increasing.

The pottery figurines have no physical body, so there are no acupoints, but they also have a trace of cultivation strength, which is extremely contradictory.

"Is this what a ghost feels like?"

Without a doubt, he already knew his new identity.

Normal ghosts are like monsters that are occasionally born among thousands of wild beasts, and only appear in rare cases.

As for the current ghosts, thousands of them have been transformed in batches, and this transformation is extremely efficient. Even if Zhi Buyi had just died, he had already transformed into a ghost state and was enshrined in the pottery figurines.

He felt his new state, and vaguely seemed to feel something transforming when he touched it.

"That seems to be the Sui Hou Bead, the most precious treasure of the Qin Dynasty. It is said that this orb has unfathomable power!"

Zhi Buyi still had the ability to think, and even retained memories, but gradually, he found that he seemed to have forgotten something, and something disappeared from his memory.

As if his body had been cut into a blood vessel, his memories leaked out of his ghostly body. This was something that Zhi Buyi could not stop.

"Sui...Sui Houzhu has...disadvantages!"

One last thought came to mind.

He quickly sank in and stopped thinking and thinking.

Indistinguishable from the short pottery figurines around him, he stood there quietly. Occasionally, his wooden arms would shake and he would throw stones that did not exist in his hands.

"You were not as good as me when you were alive, how can you defeat me when you are dead?"

Zhi Busuo's consciousness was chaotic, and the Lord in his mausoleum also competed for victory.

After being beaten many times, Your Majesty discovered the huge shortcomings of Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurine. Compared with his normal stature in his cultivation state, Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurine was too short, only half his height.

This resulted in the poor performance of Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurines in terms of leaping.

The opponent lacks thoughts and relies more on physical instinct to fight.

If your Majesty can use the word "poor" to describe it, it means that this opponent has irreparable flaws.

His body turned into a streak of fire and flew up, and after a short moment he appeared on the five-meter-high Sima Gate Tower. He also looked at the pottery figurines of Captain Zhou that were running and jumping towards him.

Li Guang's pottery figurine with a broken string and Cheng Bushi's pottery figurine who had been chasing but never caught up were ignored by the Lord. He jumped several times in front of Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurine and kept pulling the other side until he found a latch. After closing the gate of Sima Gate, your Majesty looked with great satisfaction at the pottery figurines of Taiwei Zhou who were constantly working hard and jumping around outside the city.

The Simamen city wall and iron gate are only five meters high. This is a height that is difficult for Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurines to climb.

Of course, even if Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurine accidentally jumps in higher, Your Majesty only needs to jump to the other side, and then he can keep Zhou Taiwei's pottery figurine inside to continue jumping.

After he solved Simamen's pottery figurines, he couldn't help but also set his sights on this palace-shaped tomb.

He had been injured by the sky-shattering arrows shot from the tomb before, but now his Majesty came to retrieve the treasure in person.

His Majesty's body floated forward, and just as he was about to step into the tomb of Weiyang Palace where Emperor Jing was, he felt a golden light flying towards him as he expected.