He Has a Dragon

At this time, Wang Le dug a large hole more than three meters deep into the entire medicinal field. If more water and fish were put in, it would become a fish pond.

Wang Le's mind was immersed in the Dharma Eye space. When he saw that the land inside had changed from a football field to the size of a golf course, the unparalleled shock instantly filled his heart.

There is an extra piece of land in Fayan space. This unexpected change is completely beyond Wang Le's imagination.

But when he saw that the Ten Thousand Beasts Tree in the center of the land seemed to have a little more vitality than before, Wang Le's intuition told him that this was probably a lucky break.

Especially the magical soil in the medicinal field, Wang Le believes that it must be something amazing.

It's a pity that Wang Le has limited knowledge and cannot recognize the roots of the artifact's soil.

It is true that when a book is put to use, it will be less regretful. If I had known this earlier, I should not have gone around fighting and killing in the martial arts world. Spending more time on learning is the right thing to do.

But it is obviously too late to understand this truth now.

"Now that we have this magical soil, we won't lose money even if we don't find the martial arts inheritance of First Emperor Ying Zheng."

Wang Le thought to himself in a good mood.

Of course, it would be great to get the martial arts inheritance from the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

After all, the inherited skills of the First Emperor Ying Zheng in the cultivation of spiritual consciousness were really important to Wang Le.

Because as he became more and more sophisticated in martial arts practice, Wang Le gradually felt that if he wanted to advance to a higher realm of cultivation, he must further strengthen his spiritual consciousness.

As the saying goes, both hands must be grasped and both hands must be strong. Wang Le has nothing to say about tapping the potential of his physical treasures, but it is far from enough to tap the potential of his spiritual treasures.

This is because Wang Le's cultivation speed is too fast and he has not had his own spiritual consciousness for a long time. He is unable to continuously polish and nourish his own spiritual consciousness over the years like those old top experts, and even make it gradually stronger.

Another more important point is that Wang Le does not have a set of inherited techniques specifically used to cultivate spiritual consciousness.

This is because Wang Le's requirements are too high. Otherwise, Nanhua Temple, as a Taoist sect that has been inherited for thousands of years and whose ancestors have been rich, still has a good set of spiritual consciousness skills.

However, with the structural diagram of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng in hand, Wang Le simply did not like Nanhua Temple's spiritual consciousness technique.

Obtaining the Supreme Divine Consciousness Kung Fu from First Emperor Ying Zheng was Wang Le's pursuit.

Back to business, Wang Le, who had calmed down and regained his composure, got up and left the unrecognizable medicine field after taking a rest, and returned to the safe passage leading to the depths of the tomb.

Because he wasted too much time in the medicine field, Wang Le did not stay any longer when he returned to the safe passage, and rushed towards the depths of the tomb without stopping...

There was silence all the way. When Wang Le walked quickly for about twenty minutes, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

What he saw at a glance was no longer the prosperity of pavilions and pavilions, but rows and rows of countless terracotta warriors and horses blocking Wang Le's face.

At this moment, the murderous aura of the armed and iron horses hit his face, causing the black pupils in Wang Le's eyes to shrink tightly, and deep down in his heart, he subconsciously raised his vigilance.

"I didn't expect that this real tomb also has a lifelike soldier's toilet, and it is more exquisite and lifelike."

Wang Le looked at the endless terracotta warriors and horses in front of him.

I couldn't help but thought to myself with some surprise.

The number of people is over 10,000, boundless. According to Wang Le's visual inspection, the number of these terracotta warriors and horses is not 10,000, but as many as 8,000.

"Hey!" Wang Le accidentally scanned a nearby broken terracotta warriors and horses, and found that the white bones were exposed inside.

When he took a closer look, Wang Le's face changed slightly and his scalp was a little numb. Following a movement in his heart, he opened his Dharma Eyes for Deception, and then looked through other terracotta warriors and horses around him.

"Hiss!" Wang Le suddenly couldn't help but gasped, and his face became a little ugly.

Because this perspective investigation confirmed Wang Le's thoughts.

That is, there are corpses hidden in the soldiers' toilets in front of them, but too much time has passed, and only the bones are left.

What shocked Wang Le even more was that these corpse bones, whether in terms of luster, thickness and hardness, were obviously not ordinary people.

This made Wang Le have to think of the thousands of terracotta warriors and horses in front of him, all made by martial arts experts.

Thinking of the First Emperor Ying Zheng letting so many martial arts masters be buried with him, Wang Le suddenly felt shuddering deep in his heart.

In front of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, Wang Le felt that killers like himself and Master Bo Han Ruoshui were really weak.

"Eternal deeds are all found in killing people. This man, Ying Zheng, is the real great killer!"

Wang Le couldn't help but sigh with emotion and muttered to himself.

This situation reminded Wang Le of his military career. The old man once said that killing one person is a crime, killing ten people is a crime, killing a hundred people is an evil, killing a thousand people is a general, and killing ten thousand people is a hero.

Now that I think about it and look at the endless terracotta warriors and horses in front of me, Wang Le can't help but sigh that this famous saying is true to every word.

But it's a sigh of relief. Wang Le will never be frightened by an emperor who has long been intimidated.

Suppressing the ups and downs of thoughts in his heart, Wang Le did not immediately set off to enter the terracotta warriors and horses, but carefully recalled the tomb structure diagram that was firmly in his mind.

As he went deeper and deeper into the tomb, Wang Le became increasingly aware of the importance of the structural diagram.

Because along the way, Wang Le did not just focus on rushing. While he was familiar with the environment of the tomb, he did not forget to see through every corner of the surroundings through the Dharma Eye of Deception.

As a result, Wang Le discovered that the closer he got to the depths of the tomb, except for the safe path shown on the structural diagram, there was no room for entry anywhere else. There were formations of various sizes and indescribable names arranged everywhere.

Although Wang Le couldn't name these formations, let alone their power, he could at least see the complexity of arranging these formations, which was simply a work of art.

From this point alone, Wang Le knew that these nameless formations must not be touched, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Of course, even if he accidentally touched the formation, Wang Le would have enough confidence to escape from danger by relying on his own cultivation strength and superpowers.

It is precisely because of this confidence that Wang Le is determined to obtain the martial arts inheritance in the tomb of First Emperor Yingzheng!

Of course, the premise is that this tomb really contains the supreme spiritual consciousness technique that Wang Le needs.

Soon, Wang Le followed the markings on the tomb structure map and moved his feet. He did not directly enter the terracotta warriors and horses. Instead, he changed his direction and walked some distance along the edge of the area where the terracotta warriors and horses were located, drifting away into the depths of the tomb...

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