There are eight entrances to Dragon Tomb, not just three like in the movie, so you can find them easily.

Except for one of them which is a way of life, the other seven are all ways of death.

Wang Zhuo followed the sound and walked into one of the entrances, walked all the way, and finally came to the real Dragon Tomb.

In the middle, a withered skeleton sat on a dragon chair holding a long sword.

Wang Zhuo came to him and focused his eyes on Dry Bones' distinctive spine.

That is the dragon vein that suppresses the fate of China. That voice comes from it, and it is asking itself to take it away.

Wang Zhuo was a little hesitant. The dragon vein was of great significance to China. If he took it away rashly, it would definitely cause turmoil in the world and countless people would suffer.

But if you don't take it away, it is fate that China will be catastrophic in the storm. Dragon Vein was not destroyed by the Japanese because of its own intervention this time, and it will definitely be destroyed due to other reasons in the near future.

After much hesitation, Wang Zhuo decided not to take it.

At least I can't shoulder the responsibility for causing China's subversion. It's better to have chaos later than early in the morning.

He turned his attention to the sword in Withered Bones' hand. Many people said that this was the Xuanyuan Sword of Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.

Actually it is not, it is just a piece of ordinary iron that was buried with it. At most, the craftsmanship is more beautiful.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, something strange happened.

The dragon's veins suddenly turned into powder, and the dead bones were scattered on the ground without anything to support them.

A majestic dragon energy flew out from the dragon's veins, penetrated into Wang Zhuo's consciousness among the lightning and flint, and turned into a small dragon lurking in the second palace.

"Tsk, are you still relying on me?"

The dragon veins in front of him had self-destructed, and Wang Zhuo had no choice but to leave with the divine dragon energy.

A few days later, over Leshan, overwhelming thunderclouds pressed down on the entire mountain.

There were lightning and thunder in the thunder clouds, like countless thunder dragons flying through them, making ear-splitting roars.

Thousands of Leiyin Cult believers gathered on the river at the foot of the mountain, knelt on the boat and bowed to Leiyun.

In Lingyun Cave, Fire Qilin was lying on the ground, his head buried in his paws, shivering.

At the top of Leshan, three people were standing.

It is a well-deserved myth in China today.

Nameless, the Sword Master and the God of Thunderbolt.

Wuming and Juggernaut had complicated expressions. They never dreamed that the so-called Thunder God was actually Wen Chou Chou, a general manager in charge of flattery in the original Tian Xia Hui.

Wang Zhuo said: "Sword Master, if you want to compete with swordsmen, you should go to Wuming. Why are you looking for me?"

The Sword Master said: "When our cultivation has reached this point, it is no longer meaningful to compete in the way of swordsmanship. I feel that my end is approaching. Before I die, I want to know how far I still have to go to be a god."

Wang Zhuo heard the meaning of his words and asked: "Have you decided?"

The sword master nodded.

Wang Zhuo turned to Wuming again: "What about you? What do you want to do?"

Wuming said: "Recently, I have sensed that a great disaster is about to happen in the land of China. I want to protect China. My intuition tells me that I should take this opportunity to understand the power of a higher level."

Wang Zhuo said: "Okay. Today will be the day when I ascend back to the God Realm. In that case, I will use your righteous heart to leave a seed of hope for the land of China."

He looked up at the sky, the thunderclouds were ready to burst into a thunderstorm that would destroy the world at any time.

But when he opened his mouth and inhaled, it was like causing a dragon to suck water. The thunder clouds were wrapped in thunderstorms, and he was continuously sucked into his belly.

As all the thunderclouds were eaten by Wang Zhuo, the sky cleared and the sun shone down, as if divine light had come to the world.

Countless believers fell to the ground, kowtowed in worship, and never got up.

Wang Zhuo closed his eyes, and the electric snakes in the thunderstorm space continued to merge with each other, chase and devour them.

The originally chaotic and dense space slowly became deserted, and eventually a spiritual blue python was formed, happily wandering around.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but think of Shi Jian, who was also in the second level of Lightning Thunder Fist.

He spent a lot of time absorbing countless thunder and lightning, plus the power of the divine dragon energy attracted thousands of miles of thunder clouds, to reach this state. It seems that Shi Jian is more powerful than imagined!

But he didn't know that from the moment his talisman attracted Lei Bu, his Lightning Thunder Fist and Maoshan's Lightning Thunder Fist were already two different things.

The magical skill was completed, and Wang Zhuo was ready to leave at any time.

But before leaving, he had to help the two Shenzhou Shinhwa fulfill their wishes.

They saw him take a gentle step towards the two of them, and the next moment, the two of them realized that they had arrived at an extremely depressing space.

At this time, they could not see Wang Zhuo's figure, but they could hear Wang Zhuo's voice from all directions.

"Use your strongest move directly, otherwise you will have no chance."

Wuming looked around, his heart at a loss. He couldn't see the enemy, and he couldn't sense the enemy. Who should he attack and where should he attack?

This was completely beyond the martial arts he could understand.

The sword master laughed loudly, and suddenly his soul left his body, and another space was superimposed in the space, the sword heart hell.

The scope of the Sword Heart Hell is gradually expanding, as if it is about to squeeze this space.

Wang Zhuo said: "Your Sword Heart Hell has always been borrowed from the Sword Realm and has not been able to unite the human world. If you want to fight against my Thunderstorm Space, it is still not enough."

The sword master said: "What about this?!"

His soul suddenly emitted countless sword energy, continuously supporting the length, width and height of the sword center hell from the inside.

Wang Zhuo said: "This is interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge green python descended from the sky. Its body grew in the wind and became thousands of feet long. It circled and entangled the Jianxin Hell from the outside and slowly tightened it.

The sword master's soul widened his eyes and completely burned the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit to resist the oppression of the giant python.

While the two sides were wrestling, Wuming witnessed a magical contest in front of him that was completely out of the realm of martial arts.

After being shocked, I felt like I had some enlightenment.

In the dark, he sensed a sound produced by the swords clashing with each other, forming a language, calling him.

The voice kept urging him and calling out its name.

Come, I want you to call my name...

Wuming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he pointed his sword toward the sky and shouted the name of that voice.

"Wutian Sword Realm!"

A different space whose power is not under that of Kenshin Hell suddenly appears, superimposed on the left and right of Kenshin Hell in the thunderstorm space.

The giant green python opened its mouth and spit out a dragon's breath composed of plasma, hitting the Wutian Sword Realm.

Under the depletion of Dragon's Breath, the expansion momentum of Wutian Sword Realm was stopped, and Wuming among them resisted desperately, but could only manage to remain flat.

At this time, the sword master said: "I see, that's it. Wuming, I have fulfilled my wish and am going to be reincarnated. I will leave you the seeds of the Sword Heart Hell. When I come back from reincarnation, you must lead me back to the way of the sword."

"Brother Dugu!"

The sword master stretched his finger towards Wuming a little further, and a white light point passed through the Wutian Sword Realm and disappeared into Wuming's eyebrows.

In an instant, the sword master's decades of knowledge of the art of swordsmanship were deeply imprinted in Wuming's mind.

Then, the sword master's spirit turned into points of light and dispersed.

Although there is Nuwa Buddha in the world of Fengyun, there is no heaven or earth. However, the natural world has its own set of rules of reincarnation.

The Sword Saint's soul is powerful, and a bit of his aura is immortal. After reincarnation, he can still awaken Su Hui again.
Chapter completed!