Glory: The God Of War

In the northern suburb of Tianshan Province, the gate of the mausoleum of the king of Guya has been opened, and people have entered it.

In the huge underground palace of the royal mausoleum, everything is dim, and what permeates the air is the strong smell of decay. On the mottled wall, you can clearly see some complex inscriptions. No matter the craft or technique is extremely superb, even from a modern perspective, it has a very high research value.

If the archaeologists came here this time, they would certainly attach great importance to it. However, the people who entered it would not have such an idea.

What they care more about is the huge secret hidden in the depths of the mausoleum.

"Be careful."

Yang Zhenxiao, who is in charge of the road ahead, has a gloomy face and a dignified voice.

At the same time, everyone's expression became dignified. At this moment, no one spoke. Everyone's face was gloomy.

No one can really tell what kind of danger is hidden in the mausoleum of the king of Guna. What they can do is to make themselves extremely vigilant. In this way, they can ensure that they can respond to the danger in time.

Guarded by the crowd, Lin Chen's mouth is always with a smile.

Up to now, he has really seen clearly the psychology of these people. The reason why they haven't done anything to him is that he still has a certain use value. Otherwise, he would have died on the road before.

However, there will be no if in the development process of things, otherwise he Lin Chen can't arrange such a coincidence to meet these people again.

Take back thoughts, facial expression gradually dignified up, Lin Chen heart clear, to now, they are facing danger, just began.

All the way forward, everyone's expression has become more and more dignified, and as we continue to go deeper into the mausoleum, the sense of oppression in the air has become more and more thick.

So far, people have not encountered any danger, but it does not make people relax. On the contrary, it makes them worry more and more. Everyone knows how dangerous it is in the mausoleum of Guna. So far, they have not encountered any trouble. On the contrary, it is a bad thing. After all, it does not prove that the danger here has been cleared, It can only prove that there is a greater danger waiting for them.

Jiang Wenhai had a strong feeling in his heart.

And I don't know why, after entering the mausoleum, he always had a strong desire to destroy, especially when his eyes fell on the people in front of him, the desire to destroy had become more intense.

It's as if the devil hidden in his heart has awakened. There is always a voice in his mind telling him to kill all the people in front of him, so that he can really enjoy the treasure in the mausoleum of Guna.

If his willpower was not strong enough, he would have started at the first time when he entered the mausoleum.

But even so, with the voice in his heart becoming more and more huge, he has gradually found that he has some uncontrollable desire.

The desire for blood is more and more intense, as if bathing in it will make him have a sense of inexplicable comfort.

The more dry his mouth was, the more thirsty he felt.

Double fists, subconscious grip, even Jiang Wenhai himself did not find that his fingernails, has become very long, hard and sharp, at the moment of clenching, fingernails have pierced the skin, blood dripping, but he did not feel pain.

And the people who have been paying their attention to the mausoleum have not been aware of this change.

Jiang Wenfeng, standing beside Jiang Wenhai, has been paying attention to Lin Chen while entering the mausoleum. Naturally, he has no time to pay attention to his brother's changes.

In fact, such as the Jiang family or the Yang family, family love is never very important. Although there are some blood ties between Jiang Wenhai and Jiang Wenfeng, they are not very many.

Even between interests and Jiang Wenhai's life, Jiang Wenfeng is more willing to choose the former.

As a result, he naturally did not take Jiang Wenhai's ideas into consideration.

People walking in the open and narrow passage didn't notice that there was blood dripping on the fist of the powerful seventh master of the Jiang family all the time. The place he passed had formed a blood line.

The two sides of the wall are close to each other unconsciously. When the wind blows, the wall is more like breathing. In the dark, in the corner where no one pays attention, a thin finger sticks out on the wall, stained with the blood on the ground, and then quickly retracts."The scene ahead is a little different."

Walking in the front of Yang Zhenxiao suddenly open mouth, voice down at the same time, people's eyes have locked in front.

You can see that there is a broken stone gate, behind which is a huge hall.

Different from the halls in my impression, there are coffins one after another among the huge buildings in front of me, and there is also a coffin standing on the highest platform in front of me.

This kind of scene looks more like those coffins already have their own consciousness. In such a scene, which is deeply buried in the ground and has no sunshine and no heat all the year round, there is a meeting only belonging to the dead.

This strange scene and the strange feeling in my heart make people stop subconsciously. The eyes are fixed in the front, and everyone's expression has become extremely gloomy.

Jiang Wenfeng finally takes his attention back from Lin Chen, but his eyes fall on Yang Zhenxiao. He goes forward and says, "Yang Shao, is there any record here in the map?"

Yang Zhenxiao nodded, but there was still no sign of loosening his frown.

Although the map recorded the route of the hall in front, it did not show that there was such a strange and strange scene.

Young experience makes Yang Zhenxiao have a kind of almost instinctive aversion to these mysterious things. At this moment, the aversion in his heart has been strong to the extreme. There must be a huge hidden danger in the hall in front of him.

Those coffins are probably the original sin!

"The route recorded in the map is behind the door on the left side of the hall. When we enter the hall, we must not touch the coffins. I even have a feeling that if we touch the coffins rashly, we will all die in the hall."

This made everyone present take a cool breath.

Originally in the heart is full of worry as well as to the unknown fear public, now already more flustered.

Jiang Wenfeng also frowned and said, "is it really as serious as you said?"

"You'd better believe my young master."

Yang Yu's face was gloomy. He looked at Yang Zhenxiao. What was in his eyes was a touch of panic.

After noticing the change of Yang Yu's expression, Jiang Wenfeng's eyes flashed. After all, he didn't say much.

"It's not too late. Go ahead and remember what I said."

Everyone nodded and walked forward under the leadership of Yang Zhenxiao. People's expressions had become more and more gloomy.

Everyone's heart is filled with a strong color of worry.

But they still didn't notice the strange Jiang Wenhai. His eyes had turned red and his expression was very tangled, but a bloodthirsty smile was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chen, who was guarded by the crowd, noticed Jiang Wenfeng's bloody arm. His eyes flashed, but he didn't say much.

When I really entered the hall, I felt how terrible the interior was. Hundreds of coffins were standing, which were dead, but clearly gave people a feeling of being alive.

They don't know what is hidden in the coffin, but they can clearly sense the strong chill from those coffins.

Almost condensed into the essence of the cold in the entire hall constantly flowing, people even feel that the blood has been completely frozen in general.

The panic in the heart is constantly urged, everyone's face has been difficult to see the extreme.

"Keep calm!"

Yang Zhenxiao spoke, his voice full of dignified color.

His expression was also extremely ugly. He took a deep breath to adjust his mood and moved forward slowly along the gap between the coffins. The people in the rear followed Yang Zhenxiao's movements and moved forward slowly. These people finally came to the center of the hall.

The feeling of being surrounded by hundreds of coffins is more like being in the ice cellar. There are countless eyes around them. They can't tell where those eyes come from, but they are sure that the owner of the eyes must be extremely dangerous. They seem to be waiting for an opportunity to catch them all.

The fear in the heart is constantly growing. Even though these people's hands are more or less stained with blood, they are already extremely flustered at the moment, and their breathing has gradually become shortness.

Lin Chen did not pay attention to the movement around, his eyes have been locked in Jiang Wenhai's body.

When everyone was thinking about how to escape, this man was completely dominated by the desire to kill.The clenched fists loosened, the blue veins on the arm burst up, and the eyes, also completely turned into a Wang blood.

Strong chill constantly surging, in the moment of no attention, he slowly walked to the nearest coffin from him.

The thick sneer on the corner of the mouth became more and more intense.

Blood.

At this moment, only blood and killing can comfort his restless heart.

It's time to bury them.