Chapter 152 Raising an Army to Attack Heaven

"Oh fuck!"

I yelled, and then the whole person began to fall rapidly.

Before, Shadow Taoist jumped down without hesitation, and I thought that this secret passage was only a few meters deep, but I didn't expect that after jumping down, I immediately found something wrong.

This is not a few meters deep, but dozens of meters deep. At this

moment, I am in mid-air, and my body is falling rapidly. I swung my arms and slapped the stone walls on both sides, trying to grab something, but the stone walls were bare and there was no leverage at all. The next moment, my body suddenly stopped falling, but I grabbed a bulge.

"Huh!"

I let out a long breath, thinking to myself, this is dangerous. If I fall straight down from such a high altitude, I will definitely break my arms and legs, not to mention being killed.

But then my heart was shocked, and the protrusion I was holding on made a "crack" sound and loosened. Then, my eyes widened suddenly, because the protrusion could not bear my weight and fell off the stone wall directly.

"Fuck you!"

I screamed again, and then my body fell rapidly again.

This time the fall was even more sudden, and I almost didn't have time to react. I hit the ground hard with a "bang".

I was shaken by the fall, and then my eyes went black, my head tilted, and I fainted directly.

I was in a daze for an unknown amount of time before my body finally regained consciousness. I moved my fingers, groaned in pain, and then slowly opened my eyes.

"Damn it!"

I cursed, then gritted my teeth and sat up despite the severe pain.

At this moment, I felt as if my body was about to fall apart. I felt pain all over my body, and even my internal organs seemed to have been displaced. As soon as I moved, a sharp pain immediately came from my body. I couldn't help but gasp in pain and sat on the ground for a while, grimacing.

The severe pain lasted for more than ten minutes before it gradually subsided. I took a deep breath, moved my body a little, and was relieved when I found that there were no symptoms of fractures.

I slowly stood up by holding onto the wall, and then turned around to look around.

At this moment, the place I was in was almost identical to the corridor that led to the tomb before, the only difference being that it was not completely dark here, because there were actually oil lamps on both sides of the stone wall.

These oil lamps appeared on the stone wall every ten meters or so, and the flames flickered, illuminating the surroundings in a dim light.

"There are actually oil lamps here?"

I frowned, and then approached an extinguished oil lamp to observe it carefully, and found that the lamp was severely oxidized, and it was obviously an antique at first glance.

I know that in ancient times there was a special extraction technique that could capture dragons in the deep sea and then extract dragon oil from their bodies. Just one drop of this dragon oil can burn for a long time. If the oil lamp is filled, it can even burn for thousands of years.

"Could it be that the oil lamps are using dragon oil?"

Although dragon oil can burn for a long time, it is extremely expensive. Ordinary ancient nobles simply cannot afford it. Even wealthy businessmen cannot use it because this thing is basically contracted by the kings and nobles. People without a certain status cannot buy it at all.

And this corridor is extremely long, and there must be at least hundreds of oil lamps on both sides. How much dragon oil is needed for so many oil lamps?

From this, it can be seen that if this is really an ancient tomb, then the owner of this tomb must be of a very noble status!

The next moment, I suddenly frowned, because I actually saw a huge colorful mural on the side.

I jumped up from the stone wall, took down an oil lamp, and then began to observe it carefully.

This mural is very beautiful, and the scene is also extremely magnificent. It is well preserved, as if it was just painted, without any peeling.

"What are they doing? Are they raising an army to revolt?"

I frowned, and saw that the mural depicted a scene of thunder and lightning. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the lightning was like a dragon, baring its fangs and claws in the air, as if it wanted to swallow up all the people below.

And below the lightning, there stood a square formation, in which stood countless soldiers wearing armor, wearing iron helmets, and holding spears.

They were very disciplined. Even if there were thunder and lightning above their heads and dark clouds rolling, they still stood there silently, unmoved. The eyes hidden behind the iron masks even reflected the brilliance of the lightning in the sky.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh. The painting was so exquisite that I even had the illusion that this was not a mural at all, but a real scene.

Even modern cameras can't capture so many details!

I swallowed and looked up carefully.

At the front of the group of soldiers, a man still wearing armor and a cloak stood alone at the front of the formation. He didn't wear an iron full-cover helmet, but held it in his hands.

He held the helmet in one hand and the other hand on the long sword at his waist. The cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, just like a general.

Whether it was these soldiers or this general, they were all standing under a high platform, and in front of them, there was another high platform.

The platform was very high. Judging from the proportions of the murals, it was at least ten meters high. On the platform, there was actually a man standing.

He was dressed in a green robe, with long hair dancing wildly in the wind, like an angry lion, exuding an indescribable majesty.

He held a sword in his hand, the sword was cold and shining with a cold murderous intent, and he actually raised the sword and pointed it at the sky, roaring at the dark clouds and thunder in the sky!

My God!

I was stunned when I saw this scene.

What is this man doing?

Pointing the sword to the sky, is he going to... lead troops to attack Shang Cang?

In ancient times, there were often tyrants in power. Whenever there was chaos, countless heroes would rise up to fight against the tyrants.

But this is the first time I have heard of someone raising an army to fight against the sky!

How can a person fight against the sky?

What kind of person is this, who dares to fight against the heavens?

I know that the murals in the ancient tombs are all for recording the life stories of the tomb owners, and they are basically true.

In other words, this scene in the murals may have really happened in the distant ancient times.

I swallowed and thought to myself: "This person who wants to fight against the heavens, could it be... the owner of this ancient tomb?"