Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter

Chapter 52: The Origin of the Catacombs, Yinglingling Palace!

 “What a loud tone!”

The rickety old man snorted coldly, and the moment his crutch touched the ground, a tall figure instantly condensed out.

 Just the moment the strong wind blew up, it brought an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

 This is a heroic spirit of intermediate quality!

The powerful fluctuations of power enveloped the entire side hall, causing the middle-aged beautiful woman, including everyone in the Wang family, to change their expressions.

Especially the summoned hero-level heroes, all took a step back, their pupils showing deep fear.

"you?"

At this moment, the beautiful middle-aged woman suddenly understood why the old man was so courageous.

This is probably also the power of a family, and it comes from a lot of money.

A good man will not suffer the immediate disadvantages. After all, the second master is not with her, and the Wang family in the side palace is just a small team.

"Walk."

Some members of the Wang family returned the bronze with ugly faces, and then hurriedly left with the beautiful middle-aged woman.

“Uncle Third, actually, for me, it doesn’t matter if there are more or less contract media, there is a high probability that I still won’t be able to get the contract.”

“After all, it’s the Wang family, there’s no need to cause a conflict because of me.”

Bai Li shook his head, not wanting his uncle to offend the Wang family because of a piece of bronze.

The rickety old man looked at the leaving figure of the middle-aged beautiful woman and snorted coldly: "I know you are worried about me getting hurt, but the Bai family does not cause trouble and is not afraid of trouble."

Bai Li remained silent. She really didn't want to cause trouble, but it seemed that what her third uncle said made sense?

Holding the bronze in her hand, she was about to try out the contract.

But at this moment, the side hall suddenly shook three times.

Not only that, even the entire underground mausoleum was shaken.

The third uncle was leaning on his crutches, barely able to stand still. He looked around with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"ah!"

A large number of frightened screams suddenly came from outside the house.

The two of them hurriedly walked out and saw a horrifying scene.

On the stairs, heroic souls wearing ancient armor appeared unexpectedly. They were holding long halberds eight feet long and walking with heavy steps. They were so densely packed that they occupied the entire stairs!

Many heroic heroes from the Wang family have been completely surrounded by them. The middle-aged beautiful woman's chest was pierced by a halberd, and blood was pouring out of the hole.

Looking with fearful eyes and gasping for air, it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

"How is this going?"

Bai Li's pretty face suddenly turned pale. Those heroic souls wearing ancient armor were all at the noble level, and some of the commanders even reached the heroic level!

“It’s broken, this is not an ordinary emperor’s tomb, but a mausoleum of heroes!”

There was a cold feeling in the heart of the third uncle. Now he finally understood why King Meng of Beiyuan would rather give up his country and hometown and be buried in the Eastern Wasteland.

 The method of the Heroic Spirit Contract mastered by later generations, and the statues of Heroic Spirits created, have their fundamental source from the power of the crypt.

 And where they are now, due to the changes in the world and the advent of the catacombs, the original power of the contracted heroic spirits has been gathering all year round.

 This causes the phenomenon of ‘tide of heroic spirits’ to occur even without a contractor!

At that time, King Meng of Beiyuan must have taken a fancy to the dragon vein energy of this place, but he did not expect that the willows would be planted unintentionally.

Thinking about those archaeological experts, every time they excavate an imperial tomb, they need to be guarded by the army. Their biggest worry is that such a problem will arise.

 “Go quickly.”

The third uncle was anxious and prepared to leave quickly with Bai Li.

 A large number of armored heroic souls have already rushed over, their eyes bursting with ghostly energy, their whole bodies burning with green flames, and roaring like wild beasts.

 As the third uncle’s heroic spirit, a large number of armored heroic spirits were dispersed just at the flick of his sleeves. But the number is increasing, and the heroic souls of the entire mausoleum have awakened!

 In the huge basin, fierce battles broke out everywhere.

The third uncle turned his eyes and looked down the stairs. His pupils suddenly condensed slightly and his hair stood up.

Horse hooves roared, and a vast army of Beiyuan troops rushed towards them. Their numbers were too large to be counted.

 At the same time, boom!

Above the dome, the formation rippled, and a main palace slowly emerged.

Many generals of the Mongolian Dynasty looked down below, clustering around a man wearing a yellow robe and looking calm and confident.

 He looked at everyone who entered the mausoleum. It was King Meng of Beiyuan!

Soon, screams gradually began to be heard. Although there were heroic spirits fighting, due to the disparity in numbers, the heroic spirits were unable to protect the contractors in time, and members of the aristocratic families were constantly being overwhelmed by the densely packed Beiyuan soldiers.

Even Wang Jianshan, the second master of the Wang family, looked ugly at the moment and had to leave the palace.

 The fighting between heroes continues, and many people are surrounded.

 …

On the other side, Shen Changqing sat cross-legged, the Holy Fire Order slowly blooming a new luster deep in the center of his eyebrows.

The golden light of Laozi Qingyunzhai's merit spread out, forming an absolute defensive capability, blocking many Beiyuan soldiers who were blocking the outside of the side hall.

“Dad, are these guys evil spirits?” Shen Miaoke shuddered.

The corridor outside the side hall was blocked. Hundreds of Beiyuan soldiers tried to rush in, but they were unable to do so.

 “Not really.” Shen Changqing shook his head gently.

If it is similar to the evil spirits summoned by the Ghost Slave Cult, then it can be easily wiped out simply by the golden light of Qingyunzhai Laozi's merits and awe-inspiring righteousness.

But these Beiyuan soldiers obviously did not belong to the ranks of evil spirits, nor were they summoned by the contractors.

In other words, there is some mysterious power that reflects the dead people.

This situation mostly occurs in the Tombs of Heroic Spirits, and there are fatal shortcomings that prevent them from leaving the tomb.

After waiting for a long time, the Holy Fire Order finally trembled slightly, and wisps of glow appeared, and then two figures condensed beside Shen Changqing.

The wind robe is dancing, the long hair is swaying, and the deep breath spreads all over the body. When the closed eyes slowly open and close, there is a trace of confusion and confusion.

 “Are you...the leader?”

 The left and right Zun's body suddenly trembled.

Even though Shen Changqing appeared to be Qingyunzhai Laozi, the aura fluctuations from the Holy Fire Order made them clearly realize that this was the leader!

 “Subordinates, please refer to the leader!”

Without enough time to think about the reason, the envoys on the left and right quickly knelt down on one knee.

"Take my daughter out of here first, and I will explain to you later."

The envoys on the left and right looked at each other, suddenly feeling confused.

 When did the leader have a daughter?

Without daring to ask any more questions, the two men immediately broke through the door with Shen Miaoke, who was nervous, and walked out.

Facing the many murderous figures surrounding you outside, Qing shouted: "Where are you from, you little brat? Get out of here!"

 The power poured out, and hundreds of Beiyuan soldiers were shaken to pieces on the spot. Shen Miao was stunned to see this scene.

Shen Changqing immediately stood up and looked in the direction of Bai Li outside the hall, his eyes a little complicated.

 Is it her?

 I am not sure.

Scenes from the past came to mind, and the nearly two hundred years of companionship made Shen Changqing's mood ripples.

 He walked out of the side hall and took one step forward.

 (End of this chapter)