It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

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Yang Changan and Zhang Xuzhen were stunned in place.

The two of them stared blankly at the columns of small words on the wall.

"Want to break China's two thousand years of martial arts road", "Holy Monk Xuanzang", "Jedi Tiantong", "Protect China".

If what was said above was true, they couldn't imagine what kind of ripples it would cause.

In the end, the experienced Yang Changan was the first to react.

He shouted to the staff who came after him.

"Quick, contact the police to seal this place!"

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number he had barely contacted.

"Senior Zhengyangzi, I am now at the northwest corner of XX Park in Xidu City.

The stakes are high and we need you to come over as soon as possible! "

Soon, the piercing sirens sounded.

The location of Zhang Xu and others was quickly blocked by warriors from all sides.

Yang Changan did not continue to explore the contents of Lingyan Pavilion.

There is even a ten thousandth chance that what is recorded on the wall is true.

All beyond his authority.

This matter must be reported and instructions from above must be awaited.

A few hours later.

Southern suburb of Western City.

Zhengyangzi, wearing a dark blue robe, solemnly passed over the city.

Flying towards the coordinates sent to him by Yang Changan.

Before this, Lu Dongbin had no memory about Lingyan Pavilion.

But the moment Yang Changan called him, it seemed that the seal was broken.

Memories related to Lingyan Pavilion instantly flooded into Zhengyangzi's mind.

Lu Dongbin once personally participated in the construction of the underground palace.

The main job is to help the Twenty-Four Heroes stabilize the spiritual imprints in the artifacts.

To save it for longer time.

From this, Zhengyangzi also knew what this newly discovered Lingyan Pavilion meant.

After the spiritual imprints of the twenty-four famous ministers were activated, many historical figures were added out of thin air.

The most important thing is that you can obtain an extremely large number of ancient skills and many long-lost battle formation techniques through the memories of famous ministers!

For today's China, its importance is self-evident.

Absolutely nothing can go wrong!

This is what Li Shimin left to future generations.

It is also the only help that can be provided.

In Lu Dongbin's memory, Zhengyangzi also knew that in addition to Lingyan Pavilion, Emperor Xuanzong was also searching for the relics of famous generals in history.

They are all worshiped in a place called "Martial Temple".

This seems to be a backup plan for future generations.

It's just that he searched through everything in his memory and couldn't find any memory about the location of the Martial Temple.

It was as if an invisible force had locked this memory away.

What does it take to turn the switch on?

Just as the old Taoist priest was thinking, the harsh sound of breaking wind sounded from around him.

Zhengyangzi turned his head and saw a man holding a spear flying towards Lingyan Pavilion at a very fast speed.

It was "Qian Xiao" who, along with him and Yue Pingwei, was one of the three ninth-level warriors in China.

Seeing Zhengyangzi looking over, Qian Xiao nodded slightly and said respectfully.

"Senior Zhengyangzi, long time no see."

The old Taoist priest didn't buy what the man said.

Didn't reply either.

Suddenly he accelerated and blocked Qian Xiao.

The man was forced to stop in the air.

His face darkened.

"Senior Zhengyangzi, what do you mean?"

"Qian Xiao, the front is not the place you should go. Go back."

"I was ordered to protect ancient ruins, why did senior want to stop me?"

"Tell me who ordered it?

I'm going to kill that man now. "

Zhengyangzi's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Qian Xiao's expression froze when he heard this.

He snorted coldly.

"Zhengyangzi, you are too domineering!

We are all Chinese, why can't you go and I can't go? "

"I say it again, get out!"

When it comes to the last word.

Zhengyangzi's energy and blood were already surging all over his body.

The powerful energy and blood are constantly radiating outward like a furnace.

The power is terrifying.

Before Qian Xiao could react, the old Taoist priest disappeared instantly and punched the man in the chest hard.

The smell of death permeated the air.

Qian Xiao's expression changed drastically.

He could clearly feel that if this punch followed, he might die!

In the flash of lightning, his survival instinct made him subconsciously raise his hand and hold the spear in front of his chest.

There was a loud "boom".

Then there was a piercing sonic boom.

Qian Xiao was punched and flew out at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound.

The shock wave where the fist collided with the spear spread out.

The clouds and fog covering a radius of more than ten kilometers quickly collapsed due to the impact of the shock wave.

Soon disappeared without a trace.

After flying more than a thousand meters, Qian Xiao barely managed to stabilize his body.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his hands holding the spear trembled slightly due to the strong soreness and numbness.

"Hmph, you are a weak ninth-level chicken. I used to have one against eight, kill four and waste four.

For the sake of being Chinese, I will spare your life today.

roll. "