The dungeon of the God Capture Gate was attacked, and Chang Han hurried there the next day, first to understand the specific situation, second to strengthen the guarding power again, and at the same time to stabilize the shaking dungeon bombarded by powerful forces.

At this time, the dungeon square was in full swing, and the workers came and went, not daring to say a word, just working with their heads down. Some new constables were listening to people who experienced the battle last night to praise Xiang Yang.

In fact, it is not a flattery. The battlefield where Xiang Yang and Wanyan Bo fight were almost ruined, and the destructive power was visible. Therefore, without knowing that, Xiang Yang had another group of admirers.

"Catcher Chang, this is the person we found in the woods to the west last night. At that time, they had already dug a very deep tunnel, and each of them held weapons similar to the thunder fire in the court. I am afraid that they would like to blow up the prison and save people.

As for his identity, he is not an unknown person, but a famous Zhuo family member in the southeast of Shangjun. There is also an old man who was also shocked to death by Lord Xiang with his sound wave power."

In the temporary wooden shed, Chang Han was wearing a plain short shirt and looked at the six corpses displayed in front of him with a gloomy face. Next to him was a Jinzhang constable guarding the dungeon, and was reporting to Chang Han at this time.

Six bodies on the ground were lined up, and the masks on their faces were removed. An old man, three middle-aged men and two young men looked unsurprising and could be seen everywhere on the streets.

However, when Chang Han leaned over and rolled up his right sleeve with his body, he could see a black snake stabbed on the forearm of each corpse. In jargon, it was a yin erosion. Using special patterns to stab it can protect the body from being eroded by the yin energy, and most of it appeared in the tomb robber family.

"In addition, according to our inference, the Zhuo family and Wanyan Bo should have no contact. It happened that they came to the dungeon to rob the prisoner at the same time, or the Zhuo family had grasped Wanyan Bo's whereabouts and chose this time."

Constable Jin Zhang also seemed a little nervous. Fortunately, Xiang Yang noticed it at that time and roared the people to death, otherwise they would blow up the dungeon, which would be a huge mess.

The Zhuo family in Shangjun has been tomb robbing for generations, has been famous for many generations and has been famous for many generations. There are not many strong families, but they are as slippery as loaches. They have also done earth-shaking things, digging out the tomb of a prince of the previous dynasty, thus making a fortune.

"The thief remains unchanged. It is probably because he is targeting Xiong Wanting, the thief in the ten-story dungeon. We can't get any benefits yet, but they think beautifully."

Chang Han snorted coldly. The Zhuo family is a famous family of wealth-making. If they don’t have a regular business, their children often spend a lot of money. Where does the money come from? Didn’t it be dug out of the tomb?

This time, I must have learned that the guards of the God Captain Sect were empty, so I wanted to get a bargain and cut out the treasures accumulated by his master from Xiong Wanting for all generations.

A thief can be learned without a teacher. A thief must have inheritance and special martial arts skills.

Xiong Wanting can be called a thief, naturally because he has done many major cases and has inherited the legacy of the master. Not to mention the wealthy state, but the gold, silver, wealth and treasures he has saved are also inestimable.

"Also, we heard from Lord Xiang that we had already captured Wanyan Bo, but a congenital master suddenly appeared and rescued Wanyan Bo. This man had not had high martial arts skills, but his methods were strange and changeable. Lord Xiang had never recognized the other party's identity."

Compared to the Zhuo family's disdain, Chang Han heard that he was a congenital master, his face was much more solemn. He was silent for a moment and said with a bitter smile.

"So it's like a storm. Now our sect is weak, and all the monsters and monsters have come out. Fortunately, I'll invite Lord Xiang, otherwise I will be responsible for the mistake of the dungeon this time."

Chang Han was also helpless. All the four innate arrests in Shangjun died at the hands of the Liuyin Shangren. Now he is the leader of the Shenguan Sect of Shangjun. If anything goes wrong, he will fight it, which will be a disheartening heart.

Most of the people who can be locked in the dungeon of the Gods' Gate have their origins or have great value and secrets. It is normal for someone to come to save people at this moment.

"If you stick to it for a while, it will be much better when the headquarters sends a master. By the way, I have sorted out the information that Lord Xiang wants, so you can take it over.

I still have something to do, so you would like to express your gratitude to Lord Xiang on my behalf.”

In the room, Xiang Yang sent away the old Constable Jin Zhang who had thanked him repeatedly, spread the file in his hand, and couldn't wait to find the news he wanted to know.

The northern grassland is an extremely vast land. There are many tribes here, each with different beliefs. Moreover, due to the regional environment, it is difficult to plant crops, and it often plunders the land and grab towns on the surrounding border.

The harsh environment and barbaric civilization have created the strong body and brave nature of people on the prairie. They not only have to fight against the natural environment of the world, but also often fight with each other.

Until one day, the leader of a small tribe cultivated a powerful martial arts and subdued a kind of divine bird, the golden-winged roc, in the sky of the grassland, as the guardian saint of his tribe.

Under the leadership of this powerful leader, the tribe gradually expanded and with its supreme prestige, all tribes in the grassland gathered together to discuss the establishment of the grassland royal court. Everyone let go of fighting and live in peace.

Originally, with this person's prestige, it was indeed possible that he would succeed. Unfortunately, this powerful leader was assassinated halfway through, and the matter of Wang Ting was left in vain.

The descendants of the tribe do not have the talent of their ancestors to cultivate powerful martial arts, but they have studied for generations and asked the wise men of the grassland to finally find a different approach, start from the divine bird, golden-winged roc, and lead the bloodline into the body. The younger generations can eventually practice powerful martial arts and inherit it continuously.

Given the prestige of the powerful leader and the endless genius warriors of later generations, the leader of this tribe is respected by the tribes of the grassland as the Golden Royal Family. This tribe is the Wanyan clan of the Dierlie tribe today.

However, the Wanyan clan is not the only royal clan of the grassland tribe. There are seven similar clans, known as the Eight royal clans, all of which are families with magical bloodlines circulating in their bodies.

After reading this, Xiang Yang couldn't help but sigh. This golden-winged roc bird was a kind of divine bird that was a long time ago. It was extremely magical and could control the power of the golden wind of heaven and earth. With the movement of feathers, there were 108,000 sword energy. The Wanyan family relied on the qualifications of divine blood and special power to flourish to this day.

However, in terms of life span, the people in this family seem much weaker. Even if they practice advanced martial arts, the most powerful person cannot live beyond 100 years old. The same is true for the other seven families. If the bloodline enters the body, it is powerful, but it is of no benefit to life span.

This is like a backlash, or a curse, and you have to give up whatever you want.

Of course, he saw some clues.

The eight royal families had almost the same experience. A great hero who could unify the prairie was assassinated, leaving behind the weak family extraditioning the bloodline of the divine beast into their bodies, and finally achieving the reputation of the Golden Royal Family, but that was the only one.

"Some people don't want to see the unification of the prairie. Maybe they are masters from the 19 states in the Central Plains, or maybe they are masters from all religions on the prairie.

In short, although the golden bloodline is powerful, it is also extremely restrictive, especially in life span.
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