The aura of a priest is infinite

Chapter 109 General Tatar is a woman?

Silently stood in front of the bedroom door, chanting bitter and difficult mantras according to the mission instructions.

"Ah, me, ba, huh, ow, tea, beep..."

As the incantations were chanted, the original ordinary door underwent a strange change. A gorgeous space vortex rose from under the door, and gradually became larger until it swallowed the entire door, turning into a vortex under the silent gaze. A gorgeous space portal.

Although Mo Mo didn't understand the principle of this magical space teleportation spell, and didn't know how to cast it, under the instruction of the task, he successfully constructed the space teleportation gate in one go.

call!
Mo Mo faced the space portal leading to an unknown place, took a deep breath, stepped out, and passed through directly.

It was a sense of breakthrough that broke through the constraints of a certain space, which was obsessive and exhilarating.

Silence only felt a flash of brilliance before his eyes, and the next moment, he had disappeared in the bedroom of Laifu Woodcarving Shop, and appeared in a place he had never seen before.

In other words, this is a place of death that no one has explored for hundreds of years.

"Is this the tomb of the Yuan Dynasty general?"

so big!

Shen Mo stared wide-eyed, looked around cautiously, and found that he was standing in a dark and damp underground palace, surrounded by ancient stone buildings, full of the architectural style of the Yuan Dynasty, with a strong ancient style.

With the ability of silent night eyes, although the light in the palace is extremely poor, he can look around very carefully.

This palace is very much like the Jinluan Hall of the Forbidden City in Yanjing, resplendent and majestic.

The life stories of the owner of the tomb are engraved on the surrounding walls, displayed in front of Shen Mo in turn from left to right.

Silence first sensed through spiritual sense, and did not find any ghosts and evil spirits in this palace. Obviously, this is not the place where the corpse king is buried, but just a tomb for burial. Its function should be to hope that the owner of the tomb Continue to enjoy supreme rights after death.

Shen Mo walked slowly towards the stone wall beside him, wanting to see who the owner of this tomb was, and what deeds he had in his life.

Looking closely, the first picture is nine vigorous dragon gods entrenched in the sky, descending myriad divine powers on a newly born child.

The blessing of Kowloon indicates that the identity of this child is absolutely extraordinary.

In ancient times, the dragon represented the emperor, and those who could receive the blessing of Kowloon were, after all, the blood of the royal family, or even the blood of close relatives.

"This child is definitely a prince, a prince who became a general... Tsk tsk, there is a story."

Mo Mo turned his gaze to a mural, on which was engraved a scene of a five or six-year-old boy shouldering a giant tripod, walking like flying, surrounded by people looking up and worshiping.

Obviously, this picture is intended to tell future generations that this child is born with supernatural powers, capable of carrying a lot of power, and enjoys a high reputation.

Looking down, there is a [-]-year-old boy wearing a golden battle armor, driving a raging dragon, facing the map of the purgatory battlefield alone with thousands of troops.

Silently staring at the dragon under the young man's seat, he fell into deep thought. The ancients were good at metaphors, or this dragon is just a symbol of the young man's heroic morale when he leads troops to battle for the first time. It should not be really controlling a dragon.

If Jiaolong really existed 800 years ago, the danger level of this Yuan tomb would have to be raised several levels.

Silently gathered his mind, and continued to look behind.

The following engravings still record the life story of the child, almost all of which are his bloody battle scenes, which shows that his title of Tatar general is well deserved.

Until the last two special engravings attracted silent attention, and he couldn't help but look closely.

A pair of carvings is a middle-aged general's armor kneeling in the hall, kowtowing to a supreme being wearing a dragon robe and protecting his body with dragon aura. give some order.

The next one is the middle-aged general. He led a group of soldiers towards a majestic underground palace. There was a twilight look between his brows, like a hero in his old age, complaining of endless misery. desolate.

Mo Mo frowned slightly, pondering over the entire stone wall carefully, a very bloody plot gradually appeared in his mind.

General Tatar was a prince. He was born with supernatural power since he was a child, and he was warlike and brave. He fought on the battlefield for many years and made great achievements for the Yuan Dynasty. Unfortunately, his achievements were overwhelming. How could his emperor's elder brother tolerate such a capable younger brother?

So the narrow-minded emperor recruited him into the palace, and exiled the Tartar general and his personal guards, not to be used again.

"Hey, the dog emperor who crossed the river and demolished the bridge!"

Silent sighed involuntarily, avenging the Tatar general.

"Yes, it's a dog emperor who crosses rivers and destroys bridges!"

silence:"???"

who?

Mo Mo suddenly turned around, opened his spiritual sense, and scanned his surroundings vigilantly. The simple sickle in his hand was instantly erected, as if he was facing an enemy.

Being able to appear beside Shen Mo silently, no matter what kind of evil it is speaking, its strength is definitely not simple.

Soon, Silence found the owner of the voice through spiritual perception.

"After so many years, I finally met a person who understands the truth. Those who keep saying that they choose to commit suicide by taking poison for the sake of the great Yuan Wannian foundation are all brainless fools."

The voice came from the mouth of a luxurious girl wearing an ancient crown and a golden brocade robe.

She has a graceful neck and a clearly visible collarbone. The pleats of her skirt are like the light of snow and moon flowing down to the ground. It is more than three feet long, making her gait more graceful and graceful.Thin application of powder only adds color, and the looming redness on the cheeks creates a delicate and lovely pure skin like petals. The whole person is like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, and like clear ice and snow.

What a pretty girl.

But Shen Mo doesn't have the slightest interest in her. If she appeared on the streets of Yancheng, Shen Mo might look at her a few more times, but now Shen Mo is in the tomb of Yuan Dynasty 800 years ago. Chilling.

"Who are you?!" Shen Mo asked vigilantly.

The girl sneered, with frivolous red lips, and asked Mo Mo, "You are funny, you are the one who broke into my palace, but you asked me who I am."

Silently stunned, he subconsciously looked at the surrounding stone walls, and asked with a frown, "Are you a Tatar general?"

impossible!Why is the Tatar general a woman?This stone inscription does not say so, the Tatar general should be a majestic man born with supernatural power.

How could she be so charming?
Could it be that the stone walls are all lies.

"Hee hee! You do know something." The girl danced in the air and landed on a stone sculpture, revealing her whitewashed feet, and looked up and down playfully at Silence. There must be something very interesting about you after the three thousand corpse soldiers in the front hall came to the back hall."

Shen Mo chewed on the girl's words carefully, and suddenly realized. Hearing what she said, this place should belong to the apse of the Yuan tomb, and the three thousand corpse soldiers should be in the front hall, and she is not some Tatar general, it is very likely that she belongs to the Tatar general. Close relative, daughter or concubine? !

Silence is not sure, but what is certain is that as long as she is taken down, a lot of useful information can be obtained, and maybe she can be used to contain the corpse king.

Thinking of this, the simple scythe in Shen Mo's hand trembled as it was held, his fighting spirit arose, and he was ready to pounce on the girl at any time like a wolf.

(End of this chapter)