Chapter 1179 Where are the subjects?

Boom boom.

The army marched forward, and the rumbling sound brought up dust.

"When will Ye Fan come back?" Ning Xiachuan suddenly asked Li Jiu in the army: "Did he succeed in killing the fisherman?"

"I haven't found Lord Ye Fan yet." Li Jiu replied, patting his head: "I'll find him now!"

Swish, swish, swish.

As he said that, Li Jiu burrowed into the soil, blinked, and disappeared.

"It feels like Li Jiu is closer to the general." Huan looked at the gradually fading trace on the ground, "Logically, he should go to Ye Fan first."

"It seems that the boy also has a moment when his charm fails." Ning Xiachuan smiled, "But he was right to come to us first."

"Ye Fan is just one person, he can run away if he wants to, but the army has nowhere to run."

"That's true." Huan nodded and looked at the horizon.

There, dark clouds gathered, as if a huge storm was brewing.

"Ning, will there be a day when we fail?" Thinking about it, Huan asked, "Like the King of Zhao and the King of Liao?"

"What's wrong?" Hearing this question, Ning Xiachuan looked sideways, "Huan, what are you worried about?"

"Nothing to worry about." Huan shook his head, "It just suddenly occurred to me that we never seemed to have thought about what failure would be like."

"I have read a lot of human history. In the struggle for hegemony by dynasties, the winner always has the right time, the right place, and the right people. Not to mention all of them, at least one or two of them. But now, the King of Beidi has the right time and seizes the initiative step by step. Ye Fan has the right people, and he is getting better every day. The King of Life... is considered to have the right place, although he is now falling."

"Only we seem to have nothing."

"In this way, it seems that we have nothing." Ning Xiachuan replied, and also thought seriously.

"But it's nothing." For a while, Ning Xiachuan smiled slightly, his eyes flickered, as if it was the wildfire in Kyoto back then.

"Until the end, it's not certain who will win."

...

"Is this where Du Jia is?"

In the sky, looking at the huge protective shield, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did not retreat, but went directly to Dujia's base camp.

"Shoot Dujia to death with one arrow." This was naturally Qiongqi's suggestion, "I think it's okay."

"I can't see what's inside the protective shield." Ye Fan just frowned, raised his hand, and a smaller version of Zhulong appeared in his palm: "How about it, Zhulong, are you sure you can break it?"

"The magic array of the mythological era." Zhulong looked at the protective shield, and soon, nodded decisively: "It can be broken."

"Then let's try." Hearing that it can be broken, Ye Fan fell down.

Since he came here, if there is no chance, leave, and if there is a chance, kill, it must be the best choice.

"Hurry up, otherwise if you are discovered, something big will happen." After running the turtle breathing method, Ye Fan stood there quietly, and soon, he integrated into the surrounding environment.

"I'll be as fast as possible." Sticking to the magic array, Zhulong concentrated on pinching the world in his palm.

"Okay." Ye Fan was alert, and the longbow in his hand had already appeared, and on the other side, Jianyi had also lurked in the bushes early.

This is a risky move, he must be careful enough.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Only Qiongqi remained careless, "At worst, we can just send it."

"If you want to send it here, then I might as well send it earlier." Patting Qiongqi's head, Ye Fan still paid attention to the protective shield.

Soon, as the small palm of the universe was formed, Zhulong pressed it against the protective shield, and a gap as tall as a person appeared on the protective shield.

"This gap is not permanent, it only lasts for three quarters of an hour, hurry up." Zhulong urged.

"Three quarters of an hour." Upon hearing this, Ye Fan grabbed Zhulong and stuffed him into his arms. At the same time, he picked up Qiongqi, who had transformed into a puppy, and jumped into the protective shield in one step.

"Such a thick fog."

After entering the protective shield, what came to his face was the white fog that obscured all vision.

"I can't see through it." After opening the Emperor's Eye, Ye Fan frowned.

Qingming Emperor's Eye, there are times when his vision is blocked.

"Ye Fan, be careful." Qiongqi made a sound and shrank his head: "Why do I feel cold?"

"Weren't you afraid just now?" Ye Fan pouted and put Qiongqi in his arms: "Don't talk too much, if something is wrong, we will run away."

Click, click.

The bowstring was fully pulled, Ye Fan lowered his pace and explored forward step by step.

Under this fog, everything around seemed to be stagnant. Walking in it, the sound of breathing became very harsh.

There was no vision, the only thing you could see was the land under your feet.

"Red and yellow land." Starting from the only visible starting point, Ye Fan squatted down, picked up a piece of soil, smelled it, and then put it to Qiongqi's nose, "Smell what this smell is."

Qiongqi stuck his head out, just smelled it, and quickly spit.

"This is the grave soil of a dead person!"

"Grave soil?" Ye Fan naturally felt that the soil was wrong, and after getting the certification of Qiongqi, his brows were furrowed.

This is the most superficial soil, how could it be grave soil.

"Something is wrong." Zhu Long suddenly said, "Ye Fan, don't go any further."

"What's wrong?" Ye Fan stopped.

"This seems to be... an evil formation." Zhu Long judged, "An evil formation built on a super graveyard."

"I'm afraid that millions of people were buried alive here."

"Millions of people, buried alive." Hearing this, Ye Fan took a breath.

"We have to retreat." Zhulong said quickly: "We don't know what's in this evil formation, but there must be resentful spirits."

"The evil spirit is mysterious. If you are invaded by it, you will be mentally ill at best, or die on the spot at worst."

"Is it not okay even if I have the Sutra of Suppressing Evil and Overcoming Evil?" Ye Fan hesitated and chanted the spell, and then a faint golden light appeared on his body.

The surrounding white mist was dispersed a lot at this moment.

"It's useful." Zhulong said: "But your presence will be too obvious. I'm afraid that Dujia will find you before you find Dujia."

"Retreat, it's safer."

"...Okay." Ye Fan was a little unwilling, but Zhulong's judgment was accurate.

Putting away the longbow, Ye Fan retreated to the back. Fortunately, he still remembered the direction of the passage he had just opened, otherwise he would be lost in this white mist.

Chi Chi Chi.

Just after retreating a few steps, the soil under his feet suddenly loosened. Obviously, something was about to break out of the ground.

Ye Fan's heart was shocked, and before he could react, a mud hand had already broken out of the ground.

Snap.

He took a step back, and a mud soldier instantly broke out of the ground where he had just stood.

"Is this a terracotta warrior?!?" A sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart. Ye Fan urged the Zhenxie Duyou Sutra to dispel some white mist, and then hurriedly looked at the ground under his feet, only to see a large area of ​​the ground loosening.

"This is the place where the one who buried millions of enemy soldiers alive!"

The information in his mind was tangled, and after studying the past history, Ye Fan had already understood the situation.

"The emperor made these people into terracotta warriors, and now, these terracotta warriors are being awakened."

"Could it be..."

Rumble.

The roar sounded in the depths of the white mist, and a huge imperial power rose up. Ye Fan hurriedly looked over, but he couldn't see anything specific, but felt that a golden dragon was awakening.

The dragon roared, and then a voice that seemed to come from the primeval world slowly sounded.

"Where are my subjects?"