"My mother and I will go in!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the black-faced man stopped doing it on the spot.

"no!"

"Absolutely not possible!"

"When the battle between heaven and earth changed color, the master's strength was just cannon fodder!"

"Even if you are young... even if Lu Qianqian is inside, she is not an invincible existence."

"You little bastard don't think your strength is enough to be rampant in it, right?"

The black-faced man has a congested face, like a purple-skinned eggplant.

He only had such a son, and he had a great treasure since he was a child. Not to mention going to the Pre-Qin Sword Tomb, he even wanted to find someone to help Zhao Hao support him, for fear that the soles of his feet would slip.

Pre-Qin sword tomb?

What is the difference between dying?

Zhao Hao curled his lips: "Then you go to the sword tomb and I'll go to war!"

The black-faced man became even more anxious: "That's even worse, can you win?"

Although there will be a demon clan raiding the Dao Sect's base camp, who knows how many chips the Dao Sect will eventually put in on the human dynasty. Even the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. How can such a big killer weapon on the battlefield not appear on the battlefield?

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "That's amazing! Dad, don't worry, I have no impulse, but I have to go to this pre-Qin sword tomb!"

The black-faced man frowned with a black silkworm-like brow, obviously not believing what he said.

Zhao Hao patiently explained: "This Qin Emperor's Sword Tomb is ultimately the product of Qin Emperor's Sword Emperor to seal the remaining damage of the war. Although it is full of evil spirits, since Qin Emperor left the Wing Sword as the key, I must hope that future generations can enter. Now

In our human dynasty, Fahai is the only one who truly breaks through the supernatural realm. It is definitely not appropriate to let him go in as a monk.

So the highest is the master. You are the master and I am also the master. Although you are better than me, what is the difference in the eyes of those evil spirits?

It’s better for you to lead the battle, so I’ll try it in there. Now I’m carrying the fortune of the Great Desert Emperor, and then I’ll go in with the pre-Qin imperial seal. At least the remnant souls of the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty would not have much hostility to me before.

If you want you to go in, you cannot mobilize the imperial seal. The remaining souls will most likely not recognize you. Without you outside, the battle will be extremely difficult.

If we don’t take advantage of both ends, wouldn’t we betrayal?”

These words made the black-faced man a little shaken.

He is just stupid, not stupid.

What Zhao Hao said is indeed reasonable.

Just letting his son take a risk in an unknown place, the obstacle in his heart was a little sad.

Zhao Hao curled his lips: "My mother is still here. You are raising a son by raising a coward, and you are not afraid of jokes? It's okay for you to be embarrassed, but my mother will have a big problem!"

The Wing Sword let out a soft whisper, and I don’t know what it means.

"Pinch mom!"

The black-faced man cursed and gritted his teeth and handed over the swing sword.

Zhao Hao took it with a smile, and was about to observe how to open the door, but he never thought that the Wind Sword could not help it, so he rose into the air and slashed at the bronze giant gate.

Every time he slashed, the underground palace was trembling.

Feeling the overwhelming power, the father and son also looked a little pale.

After the Seventeen Swords, the door opened with a bang, revealing the deep space like a black hole behind it.

The swing sword hangs in the air, the bronze sword body stands proudly, the sword roars buzzes, and the divine sword is full of charm.

Zhao Hao was silent for a while, pointed to the hole in the door and said, "Xiao Mom, do you think there is a possibility that that hole is the keyhole?"

Wheeled sword: "…"

It stopped buzzing and went straight back to the black-faced man's hands.

I turned my head away, and I seemed to be very upset with Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao smiled. Although his mother had a little bad mind after turning into a sword, she was really strong!

He nodded to the black-faced man and then prepared to enter the door.

"Hao'er!"

The black-faced man stopped him: "Or don't rush in, if... there is no case! But before entering, at least you can have a reunion dinner first!"

Zhao Hao waved his hand: "Don't have it, my wife is more sophisticated than yours. They are worried about eating reunion dinners! When you go out, tell them that I'm in seclusion, and some things have to be taken care of by our men!"

After saying that, he turned his head and rushed into the darkness without looking back.

The black-faced man stood there for a long time, feeling depressed and uncomfortable. He secretly called Zhao Hao over, thinking that the man had to bear the man's responsibility for what he should do, so he did not let anyone know, including Bai Xiu.

But at that time he was thinking of going in by himself.

But he never thought that in the end he was convinced by Zhao Hao.

He was a little proud.

Because his son is a man of a high position.

He was a little bored again.

Because his son has always been a man of uprightness, this time it was the first time he personally sent his son to the battlefield.

"Are you sad?"

"sad!"

The black-faced man replied subconsciously, but shuddered again: "Who! Who?"

He turned around and saw a strange and familiar figure.

This man is a middle-aged man.

He is a little handsome and has a familiar face.

"Well, handsome guy?"

"Bang!"

He slapped the black-faced man on the back of the head, and the middle-aged man said angrily: "You little turtle, you don't even recognize your father!"

The black-faced man looked up and down at the middle-aged man: "Don't say it! You really look a bit like my dad!"

Zhao Dingbian was angry: "I am your father!"

Black-faced man: "…"

He looked at the Sky-Breaking Spear in Zhao Dingbian's hand, and was silent for a while before saying, "Dad! Why have you become so young?"

Zhao Dingbian took a deep breath: "If you break through, you will naturally become younger!"

The black-faced man's eyes lit up: "The Realm of Supernatural Powers?"

"That's right..."

Zhao Dingbian smiled and shook his head, kicking him in the butt: "Don't be sad, when I first sent you to the battlefield, you were a shabby calf crying and shouting that you wanted to go back and let your cow go

, Hao'er is much better than you back then!"

The sadness on the black-faced man's face suddenly dissipated, and he grinned and said, "Nonsense! Can my son be worse than yours?"

Zhao Dingbian: “…”

The black-faced man said anxiously: "Dad! When will you come back? Can you go to the war this time? If you can go to the sword tomb, I will go to the sword tomb to find Hao'er!"

Zhao Dingbian frowned: "I'm back this time to fight, but don't go to Jianzhu, you're a little master ant inside. Also, do you really think that there is only one strong enemy in Jin?"

The black-faced man grinned and said, "Dad! You are talking about Yan State, right? No, no?"

Zhao Dingbian's expression was so gloomy that it was about to drip out of water: "There is a country in the East China Sea, named Ao Lai, serving immortals and Buddhas, feeding siege monsters. The disciples of the Guigu Sect have secretly sneaked into Yan State. The battle situation there is probably no need for Chu

The borders of Shanxi are easy.”

Black-faced man: "…"

He gritted his teeth: "This damn! Can we stand it?"

Zhao Dingbian looked cold: "It's just them that they may not be so easy to attack our human dynasty, but it may not be necessary after the immortals and Buddhas come down!"

He looked at the black hole-like gate: "It depends on what Hao'er can bring out!"

...

The pre-Qin sword tomb was full of ghosts.

Zhao Hao looked at this devastated world and couldn't help but look a little dazed. This place is a world. After tens of millions of years, most of the traces of the war in the past have been buried by the green vegetation, but the landform can still show the war at that time.

Tragic.

"How come the trashest wandering souls are of the master level?"

He felt a little annoyed, and he hugged the jade seal in his arms tightly and shivered.

"laugh!"
To be continued...