The scene at this time was incredibly vast. The 500,000 imperial guards who were buried with Qin Emperor turned into corpses, like mountains, seas, and tides, surrounding Huang Xiaolong. It was densely packed as if he had broken into an ant nest, making people feel numb at first glance. People with dense phobia would faint on the spot.

This scene is a freeze-shaped scene. The sense of time travel is too strong. It makes people feel that I have returned to an ancient battlefield in the Qin Dynasty. Tens of thousands of horses are galloping, yellow sand and iron cavalry, golden swords and iron horses are shaking the sky.

The 500,000 corpse soldiers opened their mouths at the same time, with sharp teeth and roaring at Huang Xiaolong in anger. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The surging waves of air were directly lifted out, causing the flying sand and stones to fly in the military camp, and the murderous aura was incredibly fierce.

Even the soil mountains that Huang Xiaolong turned into were trembling constantly. Ma Chuxia, Meng Zhuang and others who were protected in the mountains were both scared.

"What's the situation now... Don't have something wrong, Xiaolong... You must not have something wrong~" Yan Pianpian made a prayer with both hands.

"Let's go, let's climb to the top of the mountain to take a look." Feng Hanyan used his light skills and rushed up to the top of the five-meter-high mountain, like a bird.

At this time, the leader of the imperial guard, a general who was as high as 2 meters, held the Taia Divine Sword in both hands, and Youyou's eyes locked Huang Xiaolong, and suddenly raised his arms and waved it heavily!

boom!

A sharp sword energy that was several feet long cut through the air was like cutting tofu, and directly slashed at Huang Xiaolong.

Feng Hanyan and others were about to climb to the top of the mountain. When they looked around, they were so scared that they were so weak that they almost fell down.

"Living! All the dead bones are alive! My God! Incredible! Hundreds of thousands of troops besiege our little dragon~" Ying Aoshan said tremblingly.

"Cut" Huang Xiaolong pulled the corner of his mouth, and a disdain appeared. He reached out and grabbed it, and then grabbed it with a long sword from his canvas bag.

The sword light like the scorching sun suddenly shone the huge military camp brightly and appeared in a tiny detail.

On the hilt of this sword, a huge gem was inlaid with a huge gem. This gem was like a big sun, emitting a dazzling light. It also seemed that the gem itself was the essence of a ball of flame, everything was burned, and it contained huge energy.

This sword is the "Fire Sword" that Huang Xiaolong snatched from the Kunlun successor "He Tianchong" in the Kunlun Secret Realm. It also has a golden jade suit, but Huang Xiaolong cannot use it.

It was soon enough that Huang Xiaolong also condensed his true energy and slashed out a sword!

Boom~!!!

Behind Huang Xiaolong, a scorching sun rose slowly. The extremely blazing sword light was dozens of feet long. It swept out with thousands of troops and the momentum of destroying and rotten destruction!

The sword light of the scorching sun swept a little, and the sword light that the general cut out was destroyed, and even cut the general in half, burning it to ashes.

This sword light directly swept away the leader of the imperial guards, and the remaining momentum was still strong. More than a thousand corpse soldiers were killed, and all of them were burned into nothingness.

However, these corpse soldiers have no rationality at all. They are machines dominated by cold-blooded and killing, and they rushed towards Huang Xiaolong crazily, and were about to subdue Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong smiled and did not continue to use the fire sword to kill the enemy. He saw that his body burst out with amazing Buddha light, Taoist power, and true energy, walking towards the twelve golden men like a wandering stroll in the garden.

A vague figure appeared above Huang Xiaolong's head. This figure was as powerful as the world, wearing a crown and flying robe. The entire military camp was shrouded in the shadows!

Others don’t know what this phantom is, but on the top of the mountain, Ma Chuxia’s heart is bright, “Yin Emperor! The little dragon summoned the phantom of Yin Emperor! It’s so strong! The Supreme is invincible!’

Huang Xiaolong continued to walk, and no matter where he went, the corpse soldiers approaching him would be smashed and exploded, and then purified by a supreme force, leaving nothing left.

I don’t know how many corpse soldiers have been purified along the way.

This kind of momentum is like a million people going!

On the other hand, Futian had just run to the twelve golden men, his eyes were full of greed and fanaticism. He calmed down and took out a stack of talismans, put them on the legs of the twelve golden men, then sat cross-legged, chanting ancient and obscure mantras.

At the same time, another piece of good jade was taken out.

"This guy really wants to take away the twelve golden men?" Huang Xiaolong walked straight towards Futian Gang.

You should know that the casting of these twelve golden men consumed the hard work of craftsmen, materials, and the magic power of countless outstanding sorcerers. It is a magic weapon to maintain the country.

However, Xu Fu is the leader of the sorcerer, and I'm afraid he has mastered the secret method of directly taking away the twelve golden men!

At this time, all the talismans that Futian had just pasted on the twelve golden men were emitting bright lights, dense rune seal characters, surrounding the twelve golden men.

Fukuda suddenly shouted, "Carry it for me!!!"

He raised the jade in his hand! He wanted to put all the twelve gold men into the jade!

but……

Bang!!!

The jade in Futian Gang's hand suddenly burst, and the talismans attached to the twelve golden men were also destroyed.

"How is it possible? The talismans and spells drawn by the ancestors themselves, how... how can it be impossible to collect the twelve golden men? The twelve golden men were personally supervised and cast by the ancestors themselves. There is no secret for the ancestors!" Futian was just lost.

Immediately, he got up and kept circling around the twelve golden men, forming various ancient handprints with his hands.

But the twelve golden men still stood between heaven and earth, without moving at all.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong's heart moved slightly. 'Oh, I understand. Xu Fu wanted to steal the twelve golden men back then. Later, Emperor Shiniu must have summoned the sorcerers of the world and changed the runes and formations engraved on the twelve golden men... Hehe, Xu Fu, you are still a move away from chess!'

Huang Xiaolong's mind moved and he divided a ray of thought and entered the underworld directly.

The underworld was filled with gloomy wind, and thousands of shrill ghost screams sounded, and Huang Xiaolong walked quickly on the road to the underworld.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong was dressed in the outfit of a gloomy emperor, and was very majestic.

Under the Naihe Bridge, the Forgetful River is covered with ancient insects and snakes, with waves rolling and fishy wind swaying. Countless ghosts struggled hard in the river, howling and begging for mercy.

"Ah, sir, let us go out, I don't want to be the nourishment for Wangchuan River."

"Don't make noise!" Huang Xiaolong growled in a deep voice, but his voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the Forgetful River, covering the screams of thousands of souls and ghosts. The dark clouds in the underworld shook a few times. "As long as you wash away the karma on your body, I will catch you sooner or later. Don't make noise, otherwise, you will be punished and served!"

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong shook his right hand, and a chain flew out directly. He rolled it on the river surface, wrapped a ghost's neck and pulled it up directly.

This ghost is wearing a royal robe, a crown on his head, a hawk and a wolf looking at him, and is also entangled with the aura of a true dragon. He is born to look like a hero, and he is the emperor among humans!

"Ying Zheng pays homage to Lord." The ghost knelt down at Huang Xiaolong in the void.

First Emperor! This is the soul of First Emperor!

"Hehe, I came to find you today. Do you know? Xu Fu's descendants entered your tomb and are going to dig your tomb now. Hahaha," Huang Xiaolong laughed.

"What? Xu Fu?" In the ghost eyes of Ying Zheng suddenly flashed endless murderous intent, and a domineering aura emanated from his ghost body. He was like a domineering overlord. "Rampage! When I stole my imperial destiny, I now want to steal the twelve golden men and want to destroy my body. I am so ruthless! I am so ruthless!"

"Ying Zheng, you are arrogant." Huang Xiaolong smiled faintly.

Ying Zheng trembled in the ghost body and hurriedly said, "Sir, Ying Zheng has lost his composure, but this is a great shame and I hope he will make the decision for Ying Zheng."

"Don't talk nonsense, now, I want to get some of your memories..." Huang Xiaolong directly reached out and grabbed Ying Zheng's head.

...

Soon, Huang Xiaolong's thought returned to his body from the underworld.

He looked at Futian Gang, who looked like ant on the hot pan and smiled sarcastically. "Hey, now, I am the only one in the world, and I know the method of collecting these twelve golden men... I am the only one who can control the twelve golden men... Hahaha Xu Fu? You are determined to drink my foot wash water!"

I don’t know how many corpse soldiers have been purified, Huang Xiaolong walked to Futian Gang and smiled coldly. “I advise you not to light the lamp blindly and waste the wax. I said that these twelve golden men belong to me. If you can’t take them away, you might as well let Xu Fu come to pick them up in person.”

"Damn it! Bastard!" Futian grinned and looked at Huang Xiaolong with an angry and resentful look, while also full of deep fear.

Huang Xiaolong's amazingness is far beyond Futian's evaluation.

Five hundred thousand corpse soldiers are resurrected, but they still cannot stop Huang Xiaolong!

However, Fukuda Takashi laughed sharply. "What do you want to do? Do you want to kill me?"

"Hehe, do you think you can leave China alive?" Huang Xiaolong looked at Futian Gang with a look of a fool. "This land is not something you can come when you want to come or leave when you want to. Don't talk about you, even Xu Fu, as long as he dares to come, I will still bury him in this land!"

"Hahaha, do you really think that your Taoist skills are invincible in the world?" A fierce cold light flashed through Futian Gang's eyes. "Okay, it was you who forced me! It was you who forced me! Do you think that my ancestors don't have the trump card to save my life? Hahaha, you're dead! You're dead!"

"The life-saving trump card?" A jokey expression flashed in Huang Xiaolong's eyes. "That's interesting. What life-saving trump card did Xu Fu give you? Take it out and take it out and take a look!"

Futian roared violently, no longer hesitated, and took out a piece of jade from his arms.

This piece of jade carved with small seal script like tadpole, vaguely emitting a vast fluctuation of magic power!

"Twelve Golden Men, come out!!!"

Fukuda's eyes were bloodthirsty, and his magic power shook, shattering the jade in his hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Mana fluctuations flew up from the broken jade.

The dense small seal scripts quickly pieced together into a formation in the void.

Huang Xiaolong looked up and nodded slightly. "The ancient formation has the mystery of time and space... This is the formation drawn by Xu Fu himself. It is indeed amazing. With this trick, I am afraid that the number one person in China's Taoist Technique, Zhang Tianshi, is not Xu Fu's opponent."

It was soon after that, in the void, a vast and obscure pressure spread from the formation, and a cold and incredible, terrifying and devastating aura drifted out.

The next second, the space begins to twist!

Dong!!!

A huge foot stepped out of the formation.

Dong!!!

It's the second foot soon.

I don’t know how many corpse soldiers were crushed into powder after this step.

Soon, a golden man walked out of the formation. This golden man was several feet tall and was exactly the same as the twelve golden men in the military camp.

However, the golden man who came out of the formation seemed not to be a physical body, but a phantom, giving people a less real feeling.

When I was talking about it, one golden man after another walked out of the formation in the void.

The entire military camp was shocked by a violent pressure. The dense corpse soldiers could not withstand this pressure and kept self-destructing.
To be continued...