Chapter 228: Strange Events in the Tomb

In the darkness, Hanbing's hand was groping on the iron man. A sudden crisp sound of "click" scared Hanbing.

Before Han Bing could come back to his senses, he felt a big hand grabbing his waist. He instinctively fought back, and the scabbard on his hand poked back. With a "ding" sound, Han Bing's hand felt numb, and the scabbard seemed to poke onto the steel. Han Bing was shocked. Could it be that the one who caught him behind him was an iron man?

A huge pressure hit Han Bing's back of his head. Han Bing hurriedly shrank his neck and hid his head in the black cloak. This black cloak was a gift given to Han Bing by Master Divine Turtle, and it is a top-quality defensive spiritual weapon.

"Boom...boom..." A deafening collision sound burst out from the secret passage. Han Bing only felt a wave of air that hit him, and instantly disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. Unexpectedly, Master Divine Turtle's defensive cloak had such magical power. Han Bing felt that in the dark, the big hand holding his waist was slowly relaxing... Then, something seemed to be behind him, and he fell to the ground. Han Bing shrank in the defensive cloak, but he could still feel a huge impact. The secret passage at the soles of his feet trembled violently, and then it collapsed quickly.

Hanbing only felt that he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. With a "bang", Hanbing heard the sound of his body hitting the ground. After a long time, Hanbing slowly poked his head out of the defensive cloak.

The darkness is still dark! But the ice feels very comfortable. The air here is fresh without a trace of old smell. In the darkness, a faint fragrance of flowers floats from somewhere. The fragrance of flowers is not strong, but faint, faint, a while, and a while!

Hanbing slowly stood up straight, and he raised his hand to touch it, but could not touch the top of the tomb. He was sure that he had left the secret passage, and might even leave the tomb passage.

Where is this? The fragrance of flowers wafted by, and a melodious bell suddenly rang. The bell seemed to be in Han Bing's ears, but when he listened carefully, the bell suddenly went far away. The bell seemed to come from the mountains and valleys, and it seemed to come from the underground abyss. The bells were sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes left and right, sometimes up and down! No matter how carefully Han Bing listened, he could not tell the source of the bell. A faint fragrance floated in the air.

In the darkness, a sound suddenly sounded. Although the sound was old, it was loud and pleasant: "General Han, do you know the crime?" Han Bing trembled all over: "Who are you?" The thick darkness suddenly disappeared, and there was a light in front of him. Han Bing was stunned in an instant. In front of him, there was Lingjiao Temple. The host master rested quietly, standing in front of a huge coffin. His eyebrows were lowered and he muttered something. In the temple, there was only a huge coffin, and there was only one person in front of the coffin! Han Bing still remembered this situation. The former emperor Zhao Xun held a "sword burial". He was ordered to send the demon sword to Lingjiao Temple. When he entered Lingjiao Temple, he saw the scene just now.

Yes, after the "Sword Burial", Lingjiao Temple had sank into the ground with the coffin of Master Jingxiu and Zhao Xun! What's going on? Is it a dream? Hanbing rubbed his eyes and suddenly saw a sword. The sword was inserted into the ground, and it was impossible to tell the length. The hilt of the sword was bare and there was no modification. The sword body was shining with a strange red color. Hanbing's eyes lit up. He knew this sword. This sword appeared in his dream countless times. He thought about it day and night and couldn't sleep or eat! Demon Sword! This is the ancient artifact, Demon Sword. Hanbing's eyes suddenly became hot. He stared at the Demon Sword, like a hungry wolf, staring at the fat sheep in the sheep pen.

"Dang...dou..." The ethereal bell rang again. Han Bing's hand holding the scabbard was trembling violently, and the scabbard could fly out of his hand at any time. A faint sound of thunder came from the scabbard, and the sound became clearer and louder. The demon sword inserted on the ground suddenly shaking, just like an invisible hand drawing the sword. The demon sword inserted on the ground was being pulled up inch by inch... Han Bing's scabbard finally flew out of his hand, and at the same time, the demon sword on the ground also rose from the ground. A red light followed by a loud "boom", and a thunder sound seemed to sound in the air. The red light flashed, and after the roar, a crisp sound of "cancel". The demon sword finally got into the sheath! After the demon sword was sheathed, it did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air without moving. Han Bing leaned his neck,

He stared at the demon sword in the air. The demon sword was four or five feet high from the ground, and with Han Bing's martial arts cultivation, he could be captured. But he did not dare to take action easily. He had heard that the demon sword was an ominous thing. If he took action easily, would it be dangerous? Han Bing was not sure. Although he was eager to get the demon sword, he was afraid of danger. Just when Han Bing was worried about gains and losses and was hesitant, the demon sword hanging in the air suddenly fell down, impartially and just landed on the huge coffin in the temple. The "ding" sound was a crisp sound of metal collision. Unexpectedly, the coffin of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, was actually made of metal. From the outside, Han Bing could not see it. The demon sword fell on the huge coffin, and the huge heavy coffin lid made a harsh friction sound.

Han Bing was frightened to find that the coffin lid was slowly moving, and at the end a wide gap appeared. Suddenly, a golden light soared into the sky from the coffin. At the moment when the golden light came out, the demon sword on the coffin lid was out of the sheath. A red flash pierced the golden light that soared into the sky. "Boom..." The earth was shaking, and a terrifying force hit Han Bing a big head. When he stood up, the demon sword had disappeared, and the huge coffin lid slowly closed.

Everything returned to silence! Master Jingxiu still stood in front of the coffin without moving, his eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and he muttered something.

Han Bing looked quietly for a long time, and a cruel sneer slowly climbed up to the corner of his mouth. He walked slowly over, like a hunter walking towards the injured tiger and leopard.

"General Han, do you know the crime?" Master Jingxiu's words came over again. Han Bing sneered: "What's my crime?" Jingxiu said slowly: "Entering the tomb of the ancestors is a death sentence!" Han Bing snorted coldly and said, "The Demon Sword is the treasure of the Great Zhao Empire. Does the Master bear to bury it underground forever?" Jingxiu said lightly: "The Demon Sword is an ominous thing, and staying in the palace will bring great disaster." Han Bing said, "The Legend of Demon Sword is an ominous thing.

Whoever uses it will die." He glanced at Master Jingxiu and continued coldly, "Your Sword Burial of the First Emperor, you used the Demon Sword, but why are you still living well now?" Jingxiu said lightly, "Who said I am still alive?" Han Bing was shocked, and he stared at Master Jingxiu's face. Master Jingxiu's eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and he still stood in front of the huge coffin without moving. His white beard, more than two feet long, had been dried up and rolled up, and became messy.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!