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

Don't talk about martial arts!

Zhang Mu's eyes sharpened as he watched the coffin lid fly in from nowhere.

Before the coffin lid could even touch his face, the burst of blood energy from his body sent the coffin lid flying.

Come and don't go indecent.

As a return gift to the owner of the black jade coffin, Zhang Mu, who was being entangled by the four giant terracotta warriors with the strength of the Gathering Qi Realm in the valley, launched a fierce and incomparable attack with his blood energy.

Like kicking a wild gourd growing in the field.

Zhang Mu's blood energy clone stepped on the shoulders of the giant terracotta warriors and kicked them four times, smashing their heads and leaving only four giant terracotta warrior bodies that had stopped moving.

Having done all this, the blood energy clone did not continue its attack on the 365 mounted warriors that appeared later.

Instead, he looked up at the uncovered stone coffin, which, even without its lid, was still shrouded in an impenetrable black mist.

"Rustling!"

A rustling sound of armor came from inside the black jade coffin surrounded by black mist.

Zhang Mu, who had been paying close attention to the changes in the stone coffin, could not possibly miss it.

next moment.

A pale hand emerged from the black mist and grasped the edge of the upright black jade coffin.

"The imperial tombs are immortal, the final resting place for all spirits."

"Your name should be engraved before the Emperor's tomb."

A voice, unlike human speech, emanated from the stone coffin shrouded in black mist, as if it were a verdict on Zhang Mu's actions of stopping the terracotta warriors from collecting the corpses at night.

A soft inhalation sound appeared...

The eerie black mist that filled the jade coffin transformed into a vortex, disappearing directly into the upper part of the coffin, as if it had been thrown into the sea.

During this process, as the black mist gradually decreased, the appearance of the stone coffin's owner was revealed inch by inch before Zhang Mu's eyes.

That was the body of a Han general who had died but did not decay.

The reason they are referred to as Han generals, rather than Qin generals, is that they are Han generals.

This was because Zhang Mu recognized the Han-style black iron scale armor he was wearing.

The armor plates are layered and stacked, with ancient and grand patterns.

The gaps on it showed no signs of rust, but instead were filled with a layer of gray-white frost that seemed to contradict the black mist.

It adheres to it and remains cohesive.

The feeling it gave Zhang Mu was like it had just been dug out from its long slumber underground... well, fresh.

If we're talking about the strangest part...

Zhang Mu glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Han general's corpse, where the hand that had been sticking out was now resting on the flesh and skin uncovered by his armor.

The skin was an extremely pale, deathly gray, devoid of any color in a living person.

Beneath that layer of skin, Zhang Mu could not sense the slightest flow of blood.

No texture undulations can be seen, and the vitality and warmth of tiny points are also nowhere to be found.

He was just like the zombies Zhang Mu had seen in movies in his previous life.

However, Zhang Mu felt it was inappropriate to simply define the body of this Han general as a zombie.

Because the body of the Han general showed no signs of being withered or shriveled.

Shift your gaze upwards.

Zhang Mu's gaze fell on the Han general's face with his eyes closed.

The features are full and well-proportioned, with sharp and deep-set eyebrows and eyes.

His features were sharp and distinct, and his long hair was tied up in the style of a Han Dynasty general's hairstyle, as black as ink, with each strand clearly defined.

Judging from his appearance, he was in his prime.

Although the owner of the stone coffin was no longer alive, he still retained the handsome and unruly appearance of a military general in life.

It was as if he wasn't dead.

Instead, they would only close their eyes for a short rest, and the next second they would open their eyes and put on their armor to go into battle again.

The boundary between life and death was completely blurred and crumbled on the Han general's corpse inside the black jade coffin before them.

"How bizarre!"

"The Qin terracotta warriors carry the coffin of the Han general, and the general calls out the name of the Qin Emperor."

What exactly happened to you before you died?

Zhang Mu looked directly at the owner of the stone coffin, who had not yet fully recovered, and spoke softly.

He couldn't recognize which young Han general the well-preserved body inside the coffin belonged to.

But he knew one thing.

To be laid to rest in a black jade coffin, and then return to fight again after death, was certainly not what this Han general's corpse wished for.

He noticed an eight-sided Han sword, broken in two, buried with him in the black jade coffin.

He noticed a fatal gap in the heart-protecting area of ​​the Xuan Tie scale armor, which appeared to be left by an arrow that had pierced through it.

That was not the damage caused by his bloodline incarnation.

It was originally part of the Xuan Tie Scale Armor.

In other words.

This Han general did not die of old age, but died in battle.

After his death, his body was taken away by the terracotta warriors on a night patrol, and then he ran into Zhang Mu today.

Did he die fighting against foreign invaders?

Or were they killed by the strange imperial tomb terracotta warriors?

Zhang Mu couldn't figure it out, and had no intention of investigating further.

Instead of these meaningless questions, Zhang Mu secretly memorized the appearance of the Han general's corpse, intending to have someone examine it later...

His gaze focused on the black mist that was about to be drained of all energy from the Han general's corpse, as well as the pre-Qin cloud patterns and talismans that suddenly lit up on the surface of the stone coffin.

Is he finally going to come back to life?

Zhang Mu dared not let his guard down for even a moment.

It wasn't just Zhang Musheng's premonition that the corpse of the general from Han would "come back to life."

The 365 cavalry warriors below, who had not launched an attack since they appeared, seemed to have sensed their general's resurgence.

One by one, the terracotta warriors lowered their heads, silently welcoming the arrival of the owner of the stone coffin.

This moment.

The thunder beneath the sky vanished, leaving not a single deafening roar.

In that moment of utter silence—

The eyelashes of the body of the Han general, who had been sleeping for an unknown period of time, suddenly trembled slightly inside the coffin.

It was just a very slight, very slow tremor, but the shock it brought to Zhang Mu was greater than everything he had seen that night.

As the eyelashes of the Han general's corpse trembled slightly, an extremely powerful aura revived on his body.

In an instant.

The intensity of that aura had reached the Martial Phase Realm level.

then.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze, the Han general's corpse slowly opened its eyes.

Those were eyes unlike those of standing warriors, mounted warriors, or giant terracotta warriors; they were human eyes.

The light in his eyes lacked the liveliness that a living person should have.

All that remained were jet-black pupils and whites of the eyes painted black, a state almost identical to the eyes of Lu Bu when he was in a mad state, as Zhang Mu had seen not long ago.

However, while Lu Bu's eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent in his madness, at this moment, in the eyes of the Han general's corpse...

Cold, empty, lifeless, and deathly still.

This is what Zhang Mu saw through the eyes of the Han general's corpse.

When Han opened the eyes of the corpse completely—

"boom!"

An intangible and intangible, domineering pressure that transcends this world suddenly and violently explodes from the center of the black jade coffin.

"Clang!"

The broken hilt of the eight-sided Han sword was held in the hand of the awakened Han general.

With the black mist emanating from Han's body repairing it, the remaining half of the sword tip and the broken hilt were reconnected.

It's not just the master who's being resurrected.

This divine weapon, which had long since lost its spiritual essence, was reborn at this moment, eager to return with its master and fight another battle.

at this time.

In Zhang Mu's perception, the aura of the Han general's corpse had already broken through to the Martial Aspect Realm, reaching the early stage of the Martial Aspect Realm.

The gaze of the Han general, now open, finally settled on Zhang Mu standing before him.

With his eight-sided sword pointed straight out, a low, hoarse whisper, uttered from his lips, seemed to have transcended countless years and remained silent for who knows how long.

"kill!"

The Han general stepped forward and charged straight at Zhang Mu.

At the same time, the 365 terracotta warriors that had been standing still below also began to gallop on stone horses.

They accelerated continuously, and in a short time they formed the Zhou Tian Star Battle Formation, capturing Zhang Mu and his blood energy avatar in one fell swoop.

Once the battle formation was complete, both Zhang Mu and his bloodline avatar felt a chilling death aura surrounding them, extinguishing their own bloodline energy.

The blood essence incarnate looked down.

The black mist on the water surface continuously surged into the battle formation, strengthening the Zhou Tian battle formation and suppressing him and his true form.

"I see!"

The blood essence silently dissipated, transforming into a thick blood essence that returned to Zhang Mu's body.

Along with the black halberd that he had previously borrowed, it also returned to Zhang Mu's hands.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I'd like to see if you, a dead man, can suppress my family."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Mu unleashed his full fighting power in an instant.

Before the Han general could charge with his sword, the black halberd in his hand had already struck first.

He struck the Han general's corpse with his halberd, sending him flying backward. His body crashed into the cliff face, sinking half a foot deep.

What if the terracotta warriors march at night tonight?

Even under the suppression of battle formations and needing to fight off resurrected corpse generals, Zhang Mu is still invincible in the world!