Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

When Tong Yuan saw that Zhang Mu still had the leisure to joke about the Qin Emperor, the owner of the imperial tomb, he knew that Zhang Mu did not take the strength of the terracotta warriors seriously.

"Young friend Gongzhi, do you think those terracotta warriors who come at night to collect the corpses are so easy to deal with?"

"You kill one wave, and another wave will appear."

"Moreover, the strength of the next wave of terracotta warriors will continue to increase, wave after wave, endlessly. Do you really think you can kill them all?"

Tong Yuan had witnessed the bizarre and strange event of the terracotta warriors traveling at night.

Therefore.

Although he was stronger than Zhang Mu, he showed even greater reverence for the terracotta warriors.

"Um?"

"Will the terracotta warriors become stronger after being killed?"

Hearing this unfamiliar news from Tong Yuan again, Zhang Mu's optimism immediately diminished by more than half.

This reminded him of a game he had played in his previous life.

League of Legends (LOL).

The game's mechanics were almost identical to the terracotta warriors' night march described by Tong Yuan.

As time goes on and minions are constantly killed, in the late game, the super minions that appear can even kill a Teemo captain with a single punch.

Will a super soldier appear if the terracotta warriors fight their way to the end?

Zhang Mu asked what was on his mind.

"I don't know either."

"Because I was fortunate enough to witness the terracotta warriors' night march, those who tried to stop the terracotta warriors from collecting the corpses couldn't even last half an hour before being killed by the endless terracotta warriors."

"And at that time..."

"The strength displayed by the terracotta warriors is only at the Gathering Qi Realm level."

At this point, Tong Yuan earnestly advised Zhang Mu, "I've said everything I could!"

How you do it is entirely up to you.

"Even if you intend to keep this Tan Shihuai's body, remember to take him to a remote, uninhabited place in the mountains before dawn tonight."

"hehe!"

Tong Yuan couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"I don't want to see my mountainside villa destroyed by your battle with the terracotta warriors."

"Remember this one sentence."

"If it really comes to the point where we can't do anything about it, we should cut off the body of Tan Shihuai in time, and then those terracotta warriors will naturally retreat."

Tong Yuan did not force Zhang Mu to immediately abandon Tan Shihuai's body, but instead gave him earnest advice like an elder.

He too had gone through a period of youthful exuberance.

If Zhang Mu were to become overly fearful of the terracotta warriors' nighttime activities simply because he listened to his advice, he would instead be disappointed.

Blood and Qi martial arts are inherently a path of relentless, all-out combat.

If you don't even have the courage to face terror, how can you have the last laugh?

Suddenly.

Tong Yuan's ears twitched slightly.

Without turning his head, he could tell what had happened.

"Gongfu, Zijin, Yun'er!"

"Keep in mind what I just said. Before you reach the Martial Phase Realm, never get involved with the terracotta warriors' nighttime activities."

"in addition."

"At dawn tonight, you will all stay in Fengxian's room and take good care of him."

"Regardless of what you heard or what happened outside."

"Even if the sky were to fall, you must never step out of this courtyard."

In a corner of the courtyard, Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and Zhao Yun, who had just finished tidying up Zhang Mu's room (as he was preparing to stay there), appeared with awkward expressions.

They didn't intentionally hide around the corner to eavesdrop.

Rather, it was the matter that Master Tong Yuan and Zhang Mu were discussing that was too bizarre and novel.

Before they knew it, they were completely absorbed in listening.

But how could the three of them know?

The moment they reached the corner to eavesdrop, Zhang Mu and Tong Yuan already knew of their arrival.

Seeing that Tong Yuan didn't expose him, Zhang Mu simply pretended not to notice.

"Master!"

Why did the terracotta warriors have to collect the corpses of fallen and dead warriors during their nighttime expeditions?

Now that they had been discovered, Zhang Renyi, as the senior disciple, stepped forward first.

in this way.

Even if Master Tong Yuan were to reprimand the three of them, he would only focus his attention on the one who spoke first.

Zhang Ren had not forgotten that his master, Tong Yuan, was also an unparalleled expert.

He had always held Tong Yuan in high esteem and deeply loved him. He did not want to see his master, who had treated him like a son, pass away one day, and not even be able to rest peacefully in his coffin, but instead be taken away by terracotta warriors that appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Ren's question hit the nail on the head, and even Tong Yuan couldn't answer it immediately.

After a long while.

Tong Yuan hesitated before speaking: "The terracotta warriors are made into Yin soldiers, and the corpses of the strongest beings after death should transform into Yin generals."

"Since that Qin Emperor aspired to become the ruler of the underworld after death, how could he have allowed his underworld army to be without a commander?"

"It's something I can't explain to you either."

"Until I saw the Yin General appear with my own eyes, these were all just my guesses."

Upon hearing this, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Zhang Mu.

He quickly said, "So..."

"According to your explanation, Mr. Tong, on that thunderous night when Marquis Huo Qubing perished, his death was actually caused by an assassination attempt by a ghost general sent by the Imperial Mausoleum?"

"If that's really the case."

"Doesn't that mean the imperial tombs possess the means to bring the dead back to life?"

"only."

"Is the person who is resurrected the same person as before?"

Zhang Mu was full of questions, and every word he uttered shocked everyone present.

Zhang Mu even glanced at the room where Lü Bu was housed.

He said softly, "If one day Mu and Fengxian become so powerful that no one can compare, and they find the true location of the imperial tomb and break in, perhaps they can see Fengxian's dead master again."

"That is."

"Mr. Tong, your senior brother Li Yan."

Zhang Mu said things that ordinary people wouldn't dare to think of, which sent shockwaves through the hearts of Tong Yuan and his disciples.

His words revealed a fact.

After killing Li Yan, Tan Shihuai may have drained Li Yan's blood to refine a blood pill, but his body must have fallen into the hands of the terracotta warriors who collect corpses at night.

Before Tong Yuan could react...

He then saw Zhang Mu walk straight toward the corpse of Tan Shihua, which was wrapped in the Golden Wolf Banner on the ground.

Then he lifted the flag covering his face, brought his right index and middle fingers together like a sword, and began to cut at Tan Shihuai's heart.

A short while later.

The heart of the sandalwood tree was cut open, and under the sunlight, a ruby-like gleam suddenly appeared from within.

Zhang Mu reached in.

When he took his hand out again...

His hands were not stained with blood; instead, they held pieces of crystal that emitted a crimson glow.

Blood crystals.

It is the solidified essence formed from the blood and qi of a powerful being at or above the Martial Realm after death.

One blood crystal, two blood crystals...

Zhang Mu's right hand moved in and out of Tan Shihuai's chest repeatedly, and finally, he pulled out nine solidified blood crystals, each the size of a little fingertip.

After emptying the blood crystal from Tan Shihuai's heart, Zhang Mu did not stop. Instead, he continued to cut along the major arteries and veins around Tan Shihuai's body.

When Zhang Mu stopped.

He had already collected thirteen blood crystals radiating a crimson glow in his palm.

"Thirteen!"

"I am content to have survived this after fighting to the death with Fengxian."

After collecting the thirteen blood crystals he had pulled from Tan Shihuai's corpse, Zhang Mu turned to look at Tong Yuan and his disciples, who were watching in astonishment not far away.

"Ahem!"

"Although Mu plans to clash with those nocturnal terracotta warriors tonight, he should at least leave himself a way out, shouldn't he?"

"If we really can't win, we can throw out Tan Shihuai's corpse to force him to retreat."

"But before that."

"We have to squeeze every last drop of value out of the sandalwood tree!"

In a word.

Zhang Mu had the courage to test the terracotta warriors' nighttime advance, but he didn't want to stubbornly stick to his guns.

His bottom line is always flexible.