The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The overwhelming murderous aura left everyone at a loss.

No one expected that there would be a hundred thousand Yin soldiers ambushed here.

Even Li Muchen frowned.

The few animal spirits on the Shinto path have nothing to do with each other except that they are just there.

But these [-] Yin soldiers are not easy to deal with. If you kill them, you will have to bear the consequences of many deaths. Who can bear the thunder disaster when it comes?

The emperor's ruthlessness is indeed better than that of a demon.

I don’t know if this is the work of Hongwu or Yongle, but I’m afraid they can’t design such a structural formation. The designer is definitely a master among masters. Who could it be?

The first thing Li Muchen thought of was Liu Bowen.

But he remembered another thing that made him a little uneasy and worried.

Before he died, Tong Hao mentioned the Xuanwu Secret Realm and said that they would definitely die if they went to the Xuanwu Secret Realm.

Judging from the tone of these words, Tong Hao knew about the Xuanwu Secret Realm and what was in it.

If it is true, it means that the Xuanwu Secret Realm is related to the Demon Cult.

In this case things are very complicated.

It is said that Zhu Yuanzhang was a Ming Dynasty believer, and the Ming Dynasty was founded on religion. Although this statement is not credible, there must be a reason for it to be groundless.

Now connecting various clues together, Li Muchen vaguely discovered some clues. Daming may have some involvement with the Demon Cult.

The Ming Cult uses fire as its order, and Tong Hao is the Fire Order of the Five Envoys of the Demon Sect, and he happens to know the secret realm of Xuanwu...

All this has to make people think.

Could this be the Fire Hall of the Demon Sect? Under the Xiaoling Mausoleum, may it be the resting place of the former Demonic Church Master?

If this is the result, Zhu Xiaoyuan may not be able to accept it.

Li Muchen thought a lot, and his mind flashed with lightning. At this moment, thousands of troops and horses were galloping in front of him.

Except for him who was still holding the compass, the two monks still had empty hands. The others were already holding their weapons and were ready to fight.

But Li Muchen knew that this battle could not be fought.

One hundred thousand Yin soldiers, except for myself, no one else can hold them at all.

Although Lin Manqing's soul power has greatly increased after integrating into the soul of Ebony Concubine, and her primitive witchcraft is even more elusive, her physical strength is limited and she still needs to be refined by real thunder tribulation.

Moreover, Li Muchen couldn't let Lin Manqing and these people endure the disaster of the Yin soldiers. Even if they could survive, the sins of a hundred thousand Yin souls would be added to them, and everyone would be reduced to ashes in the thunder.

He had already thought about it, and if it didn't work out, he would withdraw first. Although there are many secrets in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, it is not necessary to enter.

Just as he was about to turn the compass and lead everyone out, Zhu Xiaoyuan suddenly took a step forward and shouted:

"Zhu Xiaoyuan, the [-]th grandson of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty, is here. Who among you dares to block my way?"

Li Muchen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was such an old man in the Zhu family who was like a living fossil of his descendants. He thought it might be possible, so he held the compass and watched the changes.

The two horses suddenly stopped. The one holding the sword raised one hand, and the Yin soldiers behind them also stopped and formed a dense square formation.

At a glance, one can see flags fluttering and soldiers arrayed like a forest, making people feel like they are on an ancient battlefield.

"Weng Zhong, the commander of Xiaoling Guards in the Ming Dynasty, is guarding here with his troops! You dare to claim to be a descendant of the royal family, what proof do you have?"

Zhu Xiaoyuan said: "The descendants of the Zhu family are upright and upright. They have genealogy and family rules, which are passed down from generation to generation. This is the proof."

"Bring me the genealogy and family rules!"

"This……"

Of course, it was impossible for Zhu Xiaoyuan to take the family tree with him when he went out.

"If you don't have proof, you're just pretending!" Weng Zhong raised his sword, "Pretending to be a member of the royal family, trespassing into forbidden areas, kill!"

"kill!"

One hundred thousand Yin soldiers shouted together with him, the sound was shocking to the heaven and the earth.

If you are not a martial artist above the level of a Grandmaster or have achieved success in cultivation, just the sound of "kill" is enough to make your heart burst with fear and your soul will be shattered on the spot.

"Wait!"

Zhu Xiaoyuan shouted.

He suddenly showed his sword and wiped the blade with his left hand. A constant trail of blood flowed along the sword body and gathered into blood droplets at the tip of the sword.

Zhu Xiaoyuan flicked his wrist, and drops of blood spurted out from the tip of his sword, running towards Weng Zhong, the commander of Xiaoling Guards.

Weng Zhong stretched out his hand, and blood dropped on his palm.

He watched the blood droplets on his palm melt away. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee and said: "Weng Zhong, commander of Xiaoling Guard, pays homage to His Highness!"

Then, the general on the other horse also jumped off the horse and knelt on one knee, but his voice was muffled by the voices of the Yin soldiers behind him who were kneeling on the ground.

"Meet Your Highness!"

Li Muchen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had passed this level.

Fortunately, Zhu Xiaoyuan is here, otherwise it would not be easy to get through with these [-] Yin soldiers blocking the way.

Zhu Xiaoyuan was obviously a little nervous.

He had not been so nervous for a long time. He had lived for more than a hundred years and had taken everything lightly. He never expected that he would encounter such an exciting thing when he was half buried in the ground.

As soon as he raised his hand, it was as if Hongwu was reborn, and his tone unconsciously carried royal majesty: "Get up."

The Yin soldiers and generals led by Weng Zhong all stood up and lined up again.

"Commander Weng, you lead the guard. You have a heavy responsibility. Thank you for your hard work."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we will guard the imperial mausoleum. Weng Zhongwan will not hesitate to die!"

"Okay, please step back, I want to go in and take a look."

"Yes."

Weng Zhong bowed to Zhu Xiaoyuan, took a few steps back, then got on his horse, waved his sword, turned the horse's head, and ran towards the arch.

Thousands of troops and horses suddenly disappeared behind the red wall and yellow tiles. There was only an arched door, and behind it was a deep and unknown world.

"Mu Chen, can you go in?" Zhu Xiaoyuan asked.

Li Muchen nodded: "Go in."

Bento walked into the portal first.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt like the world was spinning, and the whole world suddenly changed.

Where are the Zhongshan Mountain, Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, and Xuanwu Lake? All I can see is Wei Wei, and there are undulating mountains everywhere, like giant dragons lying on their backs.

The vast river meanders through the mountains like a snake entwining itself.

Li Muchen turned the compass, and a narrow road with steps appeared in front of him. This road went all the way down, but there was no top and no obstructions on the left and right, as if it was born in the void.

As the compass rotates, the steps extend and change in different directions. I don’t know how long I walked before finally reaching the ground.

I saw a huge mountain range in the distance, from west to east, sometimes raising its back and reaching the sky, sometimes drilling into the ground and shuttling through the magma.

Li Muchen knew that this was the Jinling Dragon Vein.

Right in front of their eyes, a huge turtle appeared, carrying a huge monument on its back.

And the feet of this Bixi were actually filled with golden gold.

"It's really the place where King Chu buried his gold!"

People circled around Bixi, and their eyes were attracted by the hill-like gold.

When I turned to the back, I saw two lines of sixteen ancient characters engraved on the stele:

"The dragon's veins run eastward, but they never return when they encounter the sea. They bury the gold and cut off the veins, leaving the dragon in Chu."