The ghostly voice came from all directions of the military camp, and the ghostly aura was as thick as fog.m.

However, Huang Xiaolong had no time to see people for the time being. He looked up at the twelve ancient golden men.

Yes, these 24 towering pillars are actually the legs of twelve golden men.

As recorded in historical records, each gold man is at least 5 meters high, that is, more than 15 meters.

It's like 12 buildings, standing in the military camp, giving people a feeling of being upright.

It also seemed like mountains suddenly stood up, supporting the blue sky and the earth subsided.

A stream of obscure and vast power emanates, making people almost breathless.

Ma Chuxia, Feng Hanyan and others were simply looking up to the mountains and had an urge to worship him.

"This is the king's twelve golden men, the country's important weapon! It swept across the six kingdoms!" Meng Zhuang said tremblingly.

In Huang Xiaolong's view, the most mysterious thing about the Twelve Golden Man is the runes portrayed on the surface.

The dense runes, one after another, were arranged into endless formations.

Once these formations are activated, the twelve golden men can burst out with attack power that destroys the world.

A metal giant five feet tall can sweep everything even if it just punches and kicks. This makes me feel a little scary.

Huang Xiaolong believed that even if it was the big demon Taotie or even the dragon clan, it would probably not be able to get it if it encountered these twelve golden men!

‘Damn, I’m here anyway. These twelve golden men are also idle when they are left here. So I’ll just move them away!’ Huang Xiaolong licked his lips.

After a pause, Huang Xiaolong explained to the people beside him. "The Twelve Golden Man is a wonder. He has collected weapons from all over the world. I don't know how much effort the craftsmen contained, nor how many magicians' lifelong Taoisms are contained... Every golden man is a top-quality magic weapon. When the twelve Golden Man is combined, it can almost make the gods fall!"

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong turned his gaze.

Then I saw a group of ghost ninjas in black and some Japanese Onmyojis appear not far away.

The leader of the ghost ninja, with a slender and strong body, was emitting an amazing force. In his black eyes, there was a cold light that looked like a living person. He looked more like a lifeless statue than a living person.

There was still endless ghost energy in his body, making him look like a peerless killing god coming from the underworld of Jiuyou. In terms of the degree of ghost energy, it is not inferior to the Ghost King!

But he is indeed a person, not a ghost. It is absolutely not easy for a person to burst out with a terrifying aura like a ghost king.

Huang Xiaolong also absolutely believed that the leader of the ghost ninja in front of him had the combat power to kill the ghost king!

So when Ma Chuxia and others came into contact with this person's eyes, their hearts were chilling, and they felt like they were falling into an ice cellar.

Huang Xiaolong suddenly smiled. "Oh, you are that genius ghost ninja, Futian Gang? It's such a coincidence. Since you show up by yourself, I won't be able to find you again. OK, very good."

The invisible fighting spirit spreads with Huang Xiaolong's body as the center, and the air fluctuates like flowing water.

"Oh? You actually asked my name. It seems that my people are dead at your hands." Futian's eyes changed, and they were terrifying, exuding a demon-like aura. "I think you should be practicing Taoism. However, the real Taoism is no longer in China. The Taoism has declined. Back then, our ancestors took away a large number of magic techniques from the pre-Qin period. Later, the First Emperor Longyan was furious and burned books and buried scholars, which made the inheritance of Chinese magic techniques almost cut off! In later history, all kinds of exquisite Taoisms in China were either annihilated or lost, or stolen by foreign races... Now, China is only supported by a Master Zhang. Hehe, our ancestors have awakened, and Master Zhang, like an ant, will sooner or later become a prisoner of the ancestors."

"No, no, you are wrong. The real magic and Taoist techniques are still in China." Huang Xiaolong smiled jokingly. "Come on, let me see the tricks Xu Fu passed on to you Japanese bastards!"

"Hmph!" Futian's body was full of ghost energy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. His eyes were like a wolf that wanted to eat people, a fierce ghost with deep resentment, roaring. "Okay, I'll kill you first, and then take the twelve golden men away!"

As soon as Fukuda waved his hand, he ordered the Ghost Ninja and Onmyoji under his command. "You can deal with the people around this kid, let me deal with..."

A large group of ghost ninjas and Japanese Onmyojis dispersed in fan shapes and walked towards the people beside Huang Xiaolong.

Ma Chuxia, Ying Aoshan, Feng Hanyan, Meng Zhuang and others were also quickly prepared to face the challenge.

But another fierce battle is about to break out in this ancient military camp!

"Xiaolong, don't worry, we can deal with these guys. You can teach Futian Gang a lesson, don't be distracted by us." Ma Chuxia said in a deep voice.

"These people are mine! I want to play enough!" Huang Xiaolong grinned.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaolong's body was filled with power, and he rose into the air. He reached out and grabbed it and took a cube of loess from the ground.

I heard Huang Xiaolong recite quickly. "The soil in the east and south mountains is the soil under my feet. I use it as five feet high as the Nian Mountain. Don't invade ghosts, and the swords and weapons are far away... Let's get up!!!"

Huang Xiaolong spread the loess in his hand.

Rumble! Rumble!

The earth suddenly trembled continuously, and round earth mountains rose from the ground, with amazing momentum!

In just a moment, a large circle of five feet high in the earthen mountains completely surrounded and protected Ma Chuxia and others.

"What?" Fukuda Gang and others were all moved!

I never expected that Huang Xiaolong would have such a profound Taoist Dharma!

"This is a spell for twisting soil into a mountain... The ancestors said that there are no Taoist priests in China, and you know this technique...you...you..." Futian Gang was shocked.

"Hahahahaha what's so strange about it? Didn't I say that the real magic and Taoist techniques are still in our China." Huang Xiaolong smiled. "Come on, I'll play with you, come all up."

"Kill him!" Futian knew that Huang Xiaolong was a strong enemy. At that moment, with a command, all the ghost nuns rushed towards Huang Xiaolong and raised their swords to chop. The astonishing sword auras were all the size of door panels, slashing at Huang Xiaolong from the air.

Above the knife energy, there is also ghost fire entangled, corroding the void, and the air is easily cut open like tofu.

The Japanese Onmyoji behind took a long attack, chanted spells one by one, and threw out paper cutting. In an instant, these paper cuttings turned into tigers, pythons, jaws, or red-eyed crows, rushing towards Huang Xiaolong.

"You have a strong Taoist magic, and I won't give you a chance to breathe at all!" Futian just smiled grimly and also launched an attack on Huang Xiaolong.

I saw Fukuda draw his sword like a ghost, one long and one short, and two ninja knives, one stroke at the same time, and endless ghost fire swept out!

This ghost fire surged in the storm and suddenly became half an acre of land, burning the void to a crackling sound and melting. Wherever the ghost fire passed, the void burned into a large black hole, like a black hole, which could swallow everything!

Leading by Fukuda Gang, these ghost nuns and Japanese Onmyoji launched a group attack on Huang Xiaolong.

Such an offensive, especially the ghost fire that Futian had just cut out, even the masters of the top ten ancient martial arts families in China, would probably not be able to resist it, and they would be burned to ashes in one encounter.

However, how could Huang Xiaolong be an ordinary person?

"Hey, it's true that you don't move. Do you think there is no one in China..." Huang Xiaolong sneered, and suddenly a breath of death and withering appeared in his whole body.

Next, Huang Xiaolong stretched out his right hand and pressed it gently.

After his head, countless phantoms of old monks suddenly appeared.

These monks, all their hair and beards, sat cross-legged on the cushion, chanting mantras, and their tones were mournful, and they had a taste of about to pass away.

Sure enough, suddenly, all the phantoms of these old monks were annihilated, turning into rainbows and rising into the sky!

Passed away!

In other words, at the same time, all the phantoms of the old monks passed away!

At the same time, a stream of death that was extinct and all things withered, a huge wave of death started!

This is the breath of death emitted by the monks when they passed away!

Cold, withered and silent, divine blood from the sky, all the sounds of sorrow and crying!

"The Great Hand Seal of Nirvana!"

boom!!!!

Huang Xiaolong pushed out with one palm.

This palm burst out with a terrifying death aura, as well as the vast and boundless power of death as the sea of ​​smoke.

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All the attacks that Fukuda and the Ghost Ninja and Onmyoji burst out were withered and destroyed.

That power of nirvana did not fade and pushed it over.

One by one, the ghost nun and Onmyoji, the vitality of the whole body was suddenly drained, becoming shrinking, shriveled, and dry, like a mummy corpse, slumped on the ground and then scattered into dust.

die.

Destroy the group.

Only Futian Gang burst out from his body with a breath comparable to that of the Ghost King, dispersing the breath of nirvana that covered him.

However, Futian was still lifted away, and his black clothes exploded. The hood that covered his head and face exploded, revealing an extremely vulgar and goatee-bearded sharp face inside, probably in his thirties, with a pale face.

"Oh... you can actually avoid my big handprint of silence, you are still careless." Huang Xiaolong smiled. "You can take another move?"

"Damn it! Bastard! Beast!" Futian cried and let out a beast-like howl. When he looked left and right, all the elites he brought were dead, his soul was scattered, and even his corpse was dry and scattered, turning into ashes.

"Are you afraid?" Huang Xiaolong slowly landed from the void, and walked towards Futian like a wandering stroll.

"Hahahaha~Hahahahaha" Suddenly, Futian just laughed wildly at the sky. "It's so idiotic... The ancestors of Qin Emperor's Mausoleum led thousands of sorcerers to design it. No one knows the various mechanisms and traps of them better than the ancestors... Your Taoist Dharma is indeed superior, but in this royal tomb, it's easier to kill you than to step on an ant to death~"

"Is that true?" Huang Xiaolong smiled.

Just as Futian burst out with a strange sound from his throat, he took out a jade pendant from his arms in the next second!

This jade pendant is already very ancient and has a tiger-headed shape.

"Oh? This is the tiger talisman, that is, the military talisman, which is a certificate used to convey orders or dispatch soldiers in ancient times..." Huang Xiaolong stared at it and said.

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Boom~!!!

In this military camp, a huge formation was activated!

A huge amount of hostility, evil spirit, death spirit, resentment, and thrilling Taoist power suddenly burst out from this formation!

A stream of extremely heavy pressure condensed over the entire military camp.
To be continued...