Emperor Wu of Zhou entered the passage without hesitation.

The inner wall of the passage is inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire passage as bright as day.

He walked along the passage for about three or four hundred meters and came to a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a blood pool several dozen meters long and wide.

In the blood pool, smoke was rising and bubbles were constantly rising from the blood.

In the center of the blood pool, three coffins were constantly rising and falling, which looked quite weird.

Emperor Wu of Zhou came to the edge of the blood pool, fell to his knees with a thump, and said to the three coffins:

"Lu Zhentian, the current emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, pays homage to the ancestors!"

However, his words did not cause any stir.

Seeing this, Emperor Wu of Zhou did not hesitate and spoke again:

"Lu Zhentian, the current emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, pays homage to the ancestors!"

This time, a voice came from one of the coffins in the middle of the blood pool:

"What's disturbing you?"

"You should know that it's easy to disturb people."

"Could it be that the Zhou Dynasty has reached the brink of extinction, and the Yan Dynasty has conquered the Zhou Imperial City?"

The voice was rather old, with a hint of decay.

"Return to the ancestors!"

"The situation is not so critical, but the Yan family..."

Emperor Wu of Zhou then revealed all the information about the Guan Ye family...

As his voice fell, the entire palace fell into silence.

After a while, the old voice said faintly:

"A ninth-grade master who is about ten years old?"

"This is really shocking!"

"It took me nearly fifty years to reach this state."

"Compared with them, the little I have achieved is simply not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Wu of Zhou quickly retorted:

"The ancestors only knew one thing, but you know the other!"

"The Ye family must have gained some opportunity to achieve their current strength. Even if they are more talented, they cannot reach their current level."

"Chance?"

The old voice suddenly rose a few notches.

Even the quiet pool of blood was stirred up by waves.

"This Ye family is definitely worth exploring!"

"In that case, let the blood slave take action!"

As the old voice fell, blood-red shadows slowly emerged from the surging blood pool.

These figures have powerful auras, and they have all reached the ninth-grade Grandmaster level.

With a rough scan, there were actually eight or nine bloody shadows.

"Blood slave?"

Emperor Wu of Zhou's expression suddenly changed.

He naturally knew what this blood slave was.

One hundred years ago, our ancestor accidentally obtained a book on how to preserve corpses.

By splitting a part of the soul and attaching it to the corpse, the corpse is then raised with the help of the evil energy of the blood pool.

After fifty or sixty years of raising corpses, these corpses can move freely like humans and possess terrifying fighting power.

But Emperor Wu of Zhou never imagined that his ancestor could actually raise the corpse to the level of a ninth-grade master.

"Nine ninth-grade masters?"

"The ancestor's move was indeed a masterpiece!"

Emperor Wu of Zhou quickly complimented him.

"From what you said, the Ye family's team only has three or four Grandmasters at most."

"If the nine blood slaves take action now, they will surely be able to deal with them easily."

"As for the secrets of the Ye family, they must be dug out!"

As the old voice fell.

Nine figures in the blood pool shot out instantly.

It fell far in front of Emperor Wu of Zhou.

At this moment, one of the figures said indifferently:

"Let's go!"

"After a few cubs, there's nothing left!"

This voice is exactly the same as the old voice just now.

Emperor Wu of Zhou knew that these people were the incarnations of the old ancestor just now, so he said respectfully:

"놆 ancestor!"

"The younger generation will send someone to lead the way for you!"

........

The pitch-black night enveloped the entire North.

There is a 꺶Yan army camp in the northern border, where nearly 100,000 꺶Yan troops gathered.

In one of the tents, a burly man was sleeping with his shirt off, snoring loudly.

The candles lit in the tent made a crackling sound.

In the light of the candles, a purple insect flew in from outside the tent and landed on the head of the man's bed.

Then she penetrated into the man's body along his hair, cheeks, and nostrils.

The sleeping man showed a look of pain on his face.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, he climbed out of bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and stood respectfully in the tent.

After a moment, a pretty and graceful figure swayed into the tent.

She looked around the tent, then found a chair and sat down.

"What is your name?"

Yue Liusha picked up an apple on the table, took a bite and asked.

"Zuo Qiuming!"

The man replied with a blank expression.

"Oh? The name is wrong!"

"In this 꺶Yan Army Camp, do you know which tents the generals live in?"

Yue Liusha asked calmly.

"Know!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Liusha's eyes lit up:

"Hehe, that's good!"

"This saves me a lot of effort."

"Lead the way!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man walked out of the tent.

Under the guidance of this man, Yue Liusha took less than an hour to control all the generals in the camp.

After achieving his goal, Yue Liusha did not linger any longer and continued to rush to the next military camp.

"I didn't expect to complete 20% of the task so easily."

"It looks like we'll be able to get back to Yanjing City in a few days."

Yue Liusha had just walked a mile out of the military camp.

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and then she slowly gathered her breath.

The whole body was hidden in a bush, motionless.

The surveillance insects she had placed far away sent a warning that a powerful creature was approaching.

Just as she hid herself, she sensed several powerful auras approaching rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, she was already 500 meters away.

Looking at the speed of these figures, Yue Liusha's pupils shrank suddenly:

"What a fast speed, ninth-grade master?"

"One, three...nine. Nine ninth-grade masters?"

Yue Liusha opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of shock.

When did the ninth-grade masters run all over the streets?

Nine figures approached rapidly, and finally flew past more than 200 meters to the side of Yueliusha.

"Is this the 놆꺶Flame Camp?"

"With such a lax military discipline, can you really compete with the Zhou Dynasty?"

As the cold voice fell, the figures quickly disappeared.

Yue Liusha was hiding in the bushes, breathing extremely rapidly.

"Where on earth did these come from?"

"How could they have such terrifying power?"

"Is it the week of the 2nd?"

Yue Liusha frowned.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something:

"Wait, in that direction, do they want to hunt down Ye Jiazhi?"