Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

It's different from other spooky ghost places.

This secret realm is almost like a vast ocean of blood, but there is not a single trace of wronged souls or evil spirits left. The entire world, except for the endless blood essence, is surprisingly "clean" to be seen.

That’s right, in this secret realm, there is no one who died unjustly or with resentment.

But this does not mean that there is no sin here.

Millions and tens of millions of people have lived on this land that carries this secret place for a full two hundred years, generation after generation, and have had their blood and essence sucked away by people.

For two hundred years, at least several generations, even the wealthy and powerful, did not live beyond the age of fifty.

Only in this way can such a bloody secret realm be brought together.

"A bunch of beasts!"

Yang Zhao's heart was as cold as iron, and he forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart. After he unfolded his divine consciousness, he had to add a touch of the extremely yang power of the country's destiny lightning to it, so that it could spread in this secret realm and remain uncorrupted.

The sky is red, the earth is red, and not even a trace of life energy can be seen.

Only in the lake at the center of the secret place, there is a different kind of aura flowing.

Yang Zhao walked forward, and his whole body seemed to shrink the distance into an inch. Each step covered more than ten miles. After a few steps, he arrived at a lake that was tens of square kilometers in size.

The lake is as smooth as a mirror, except that this mirror is as red as blood.

At the edge of the entire lake, there is a dam made of a strange blood jade, which tightly binds and encircles this blood lake.

If you look carefully, you can see an extremely strange and special inscription on each piece of blood jade, similar to Taoist seal characters, runes, etc., and at the same time carries a sense of barbarism and bloodiness.

This is the text of the Wild Boar Skin Clan. To be more precise, it is a sacrificial text used only by the shamans of the Wild Boar Skin Clan.

Yang Zhao didn’t know what the meaning of those sacrificial texts was, but he could clearly feel that the remaining dragon veins of the entire secret realm and all the roots of the earth veins around the Daqing Dynasty were locked in this blood-colored lake by the strange sacrificial texts.

With the help of this sacrificial text, plus the strange and powerful force of space in the center of the lake.

The former Daqing royal family turned this blood lake into a 'water pump', and the remaining roots of the dragon veins and many earth veins were the power that stimulated the 'water pump'.

Many factors combined, combined with the large formation set up by the Daqing royal family in the capital city outside, have enabled them to continuously absorb the blood essence of the people in the outside world in a covert way from generation to generation.

The Dragon Locking Well is truly worthy of its name.

Yang Zhao discovered that he had underestimated the Daqing royal family. It was not that they didn't know how to give names.

The entrance to this secret place is called the Dragon Locking Well.

It’s just because the other party has never thought of cultivating and strengthening the dragon vein here. They just simply locked the dragon vein here and used it to extract the blood and essence of countless people.

"Evil beasts, they are truly a group of underrated evil beasts."

Yang Zhao's spiritual thoughts swept through with such great momentum that there was no room for concealment at all.

The terrifying divine consciousness swept through, causing blood-red coffins to slowly emerge from the depths of the blood lake.

Eight thousand small coffins, hundreds of medium-sized coffins, and dozens of large coffins.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a rumble of blood-red thunder, the most prominent coffin was opened out of thin air, and a man with a golden braid and wearing gorgeous Eight Banners armor slowly floated up from the coffin.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my Great Qing Imperial Family's secret realm?"

Unlike the little emperor Kang Xi who failed to recognize the situation, this man who emerged from the coffin was able to sense the majestic aura of Yang Zhao and did not behave too arrogantly.

Yang Zhao glanced at the other person's armor. It had the style of the Daqing royal family, but it was the attire of the Zhengbai Banner.

It can be seen that this was a prince who was highly respected in the early days of the Daqing Dynasty.

Historical figures from the early Qing Dynasty flashed through Yang Zhao’s mind.

Then, Yang Zhao didn't know what he was thinking of, and asked, "Dorgon?"

The man floating in the air raised his eyebrows and instinctively wanted to make some expression, but because the dead air and corpse air in his body were too sticky, his muscles became stiff and he looked a little hideous and twitching.

"Who the hell are you?"

Dorgon was also very proud. Although he was somewhat polite towards Yang Zhao, he was also quite arrogant.

Yang Zhao suddenly sneered and said, "Dayuer, are you playing? Is it moist?"

Roar!

Following Yang Zhao's sudden obscene words, the muscles on Dorgon's face could no longer be tensed and twitched violently, and the breath in his body gushed out like magma from underground.

The terrifying corpse gas even dispersed the blood-colored mist in the void.

At the same time, along with Dorgon's roar, Yang Zhao finally understood the opponent's strength.

Incorruptible bones, to be more precise, are half-step flying yaksha.

This thing has already reached the pinnacle of the human realm. If it could settle for a few hundred years, it would be able to directly become a flying yaksha comparable to immortals.

And accompanied by Dorgon's roar.

Behind him, nearly a thousand coffins of various sizes exploded at the same time. Nearly a thousand of the most elite Eight Banners soldiers in the past were all transformed into flying zombies, floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The existence of flying zombie level is already comparable to the existence of martial saint ceiling level.

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After all, the Daqing Dynasty still has some foundation.

It was different from what Yang Zhao had imagined, with not many hidden cards.

Yang Zhao had never imagined that Dorgon two hundred years ago had obtained the right to enter and exit this secret realm, and even used the infinite blood essence here to create an army of nearly a thousand flying zombies.

This is even more awesome than Yang Zhao’s Great Sun Patrol.

Even the Shadow Department controlled by the Ghost Shadow Ancestor cannot compare to such an existence.

An army of nearly a thousand flying zombies at the ceiling level of Martial Saint, plus dozens of generals who are already half a step away from becoming incorruptible, and Dorgon, the commander-in-chief at the peak of becoming incorruptible.

This kind of existence would be in danger of being wiped out by the world-suppressing artifact if it were not afraid of being destroyed by someone outside the Great Qing Dynasty.

I'm afraid that more than a hundred years ago, this team would have been able to sweep across the entire Kyushu.

Once this terrifying army forms a battle formation, even ordinary immortals will find it difficult to do anything to them.

If among those dozens of generals, seven or eight of them could break through to the level of incorruptible bones.

After forming into a battle formation, this army is powerful enough to surround and kill ordinary True Immortals.

But unfortunately, for Yang Zhao, this is nothing.

Because no matter whether it is the technique he practices or his status, Yang Zhao can naturally restrain these evil spirits. Even if it is a flying yaksha, Yang Zhao is confident that he can smash it to pieces.

The power of humanity is specifically designed to defeat this kind of fancy things.

However, Yang Zhao did not take action immediately.

On the one hand, this secret realm of blood essence is very unfriendly to the power of divine consciousness.

Especially in the blood lake, even Yang Zhao's divine consciousness was greatly hindered. It would take some time to find the last battle flag.

On the other hand, Yang Zhao was quite curious about how this secret realm, which originally belonged to the direct descendants of the Daqing royal family, fell into the hands of Dorgon.

Looking at Dorgon in the void roaring ferociously, he was even forming a military formation.

Yang Zhao showed an indifferent expression and continued, "Dorgon, if I remember correctly, you were tricked to death by Dayu'er. You couldn't control a widow with a child."

"Tell me, what happened after your death that occupied this secret land of the direct lineage of the Daqing royal family?"

Yang Zhao's words made Dorgon filled with murderous aura.

Even if he was dead, even if he became a zombie, Dorgon obviously had never forgotten what happened that year, and he even still held a grudge against it.

Otherwise, there should be at least two legitimate emperors above Kang Mazi, Shunzhi and Huang Taiji.

As for Nurhaci, Yang Zhao felt that it was unlikely that Dorgon would grind his own father's body to dust, and it was most likely that Dorgon had trapped him in some way.

"You deserve to die!"

As Yang Zhao teased, Dorgon, who had not yet formed a complete military formation, could no longer bear it and directly chopped out with his sword.

Endless evil spirits, with unprecedented devouring power, swarmed towards Yang Zhao.

The devouring force tried to shake the source of Yang Zhao's energy and blood.

The evil spirit of the corpse tried to corrode Yang Zhao's flesh and blood.

If it were an ordinary, extremely powerful human being, he would not dare to confront this extremely condensed sword head-on.

But when the knife fell on Yang Zhao.

But suddenly, sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes cried out in Yang Zhao's body, and the mighty power of humanity, as vast as the long river of history, slapped the knife into pieces like slapping a fly.

The ruler of the dynasty, with the aura of a king, is naturally supported and protected by the great power of humanity, and is specialized in defeating demons and monsters.

Not to mention Dorgon, who is an incorruptible being.

Even facing the attack of the Flying Yaksha, Yang Zhao dared to say that he was invulnerable.

Looking at the extremely angry Dorgon.

Yang Zhao continued to laugh and teased, "Dorgon, back then, you wanted to transfer the throne to your own offspring, so you were stabbed in the back by Dayu'er, right?"

"Look at you, why do you have to find a widow with a child when there are so many other women to choose from?"

"I'm afraid you don't know yet, but in the outside world, Dayu'er and his son have killed all of your descendants, leaving no one alive. It's so tragic."

"Tsk tsk, but you didn't lose out too much. At least you crushed your brother to dust, right?"

"It is rumored that Emperor Shunzhi did not dare to enter the imperial mausoleum after his death. Before he died, he went to Mount Wutai to become a monk. You are quite amazing. You are still restless after your death and want to destroy other people's ancestral tombs..."

Yang Zhao's guess was almost correct.

The more this happened, the angrier Dorgon became, but because of the strong humanitarian power in Yang Zhao, he did not dare to attack any further.

Yang Zhao could even clearly feel that Dorgon was secretly preparing to awaken the Flying Yaksha in a large coffin deep at the bottom of the Blood Lake.

In all likelihood, it was Nurhaci who was trapped and hidden by Dorgon.

Yang Zhao didn't care about this.

Dorgon was secretly delaying time and making another plan.

The same is true for Yang Zhao.

After a period of stalemate, Yang Zhao's spiritual sense had already found the location of the last battle flag in the blood lake.

It won’t take long for Yang Zhao to completely refine the battle flag.

Once the battle flag falls into his hands, Yang Zhao can let go and kill Dorgon and nearly a thousand flying zombies.

When the time comes, all the blood and evil here will be burned to ashes with a fire.

Then release the remaining roots of the dragon veins, and after three to five years, this secret realm will be revitalized and the dragon veins will be nurtured to bring about new changes.

The two old six were secretly plotting.

Especially Yang Zhao, who kept mocking Dorgon, calling him Dayuer when he opened his mouth and the Minotaur when he closed his mouth.

If Dorgon had not turned into a zombie with all his emotions gone, if he were a living person, he would have been so angry that the three corpse gods would have jumped wildly and would have fought with Yang Zhao to the death.

hum!

Gulu!

Just after the two sides confronted each other for two incense sticks of time, an extremely condensed and terrifying corpse aura suddenly began to spread in the extremely calm blood lake.

There were also strange bubbles spreading upwards from the blood lake.

A great terror was befalling, and the corpse's path, which had reached the point of Flying Yaksha, had actually begun to reverse, giving rise to a glimmer of life and resuming its breathing.

However, this kind of breathing is different from normal people's breathing.

When a normal person breathes, he absorbs air and oxygen, and at most adds a little bit of the vital energy of heaven and earth.

However, what the Flying Yaksha breathes out is endless blood purification and life energy.

The flying yaksha is about to escape.

At this time, Yang Zhao also laughed, because at this moment, Yang Zhao's divine consciousness had already begun to refine the last battle flag.