Chapter 367

The old Daoist heard An Ziyang's words, frowned, didn't say much, and ran toward the distance with a point of his feet.

After running another hundred feet, An Ziyang suddenly shouted again.

"Daoist, go there, that side!"

The old Daoist followed his instructions, flew to the roof of a residential house pointed out by An Ziyang, landed, and put An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe on the roof.

The two landed but didn't stop at all, as if chased by something, flashed off the roof, rushed into the first floor along the stairs, and pressed the mechanism on the corner wall.

*Clatter—*

The ground opened, revealing a deep secret passage.

The two jumped in together, and the old Daoist followed them in.

An Ziyang pressed a mechanism on the secret passage wall, and the entrance closed slowly.

Only then did he turn and run toward the depths of the secret passage.

Turning around, after running for about half a cup of tea time, the three ran to the end of the secret passage. At the end of the secret passage was another bottomless hole, the three jumped down again, slid down several feet, and finally landed.

As soon as they landed, there was a sound of pulling bowstrings and drawing swords in the darkness, and the sound of Gu insects humming from all sides.

An Ziyang waved his hand.

"Light the lamp, it's me!"

"How is the preparation?"

As soon as he spoke, someone in the darkness shouted "Commander," and then lights lit up from all directions, illuminating the faces of dozens of Embroidered Uniform Guards and Tang Men disciples.

One of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Battalion Commanders stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"Commander, although the matter came in a hurry, with the assistance of Tang Men disciples, plus the old craftsmen from Wang Gongchang who were transferred, it is considered properly arranged and can be launched at any time!"

An Ziyang nodded.

"Where is the trigger mechanism?"

The Battalion Commander pointed a finger.

In the center of this secret room, a four-foot-square platform rose, hollow in the center, where many rotating mechanisms could be seen, and a standing pole—half a rope stretched out from the middle.

An Ziyang walked quickly to the rope and grabbed it.

About to pull.

But the next moment, his shoulders suddenly loosened, as if he had instantly lost his strength, and he gasped for breath.

"No, no, we are too urgent... is it not time yet, Sister Mei, is it not a cup of tea yet?"

He turned to look at Mei Qinghe on his side and asked.

Mei Qinghe shook her head.

"No, from the Commander's order until now, it is exactly a cup of tea time, you should pull it now."

An Ziyang gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at the rope in his hand.

"Really arrived... should I really pull it..."

The playful expression of the past disappeared, and An Ziyang's face was left with only hesitation and solemnity.

His hands, hands that could accurately manipulate dozens of Tang Men secret mechanisms and hidden weapons, were trembling visibly.

"Sister Mei, I..."

Mei Qinghe stepped forward and held his arm.

"This is the Commander's order."

"But—this might cost the Commander his life!"

"If you don't pull it, I will."

The two looked at each other, Mei Qinghe exerted force on her arm, slowly prying An Ziyang's hand open.

She was a peak expert, a peak expert who could kill Heaven-men; An Ziyang was not her opponent, so he could only loosen his hand bit by bit.

Then he heard Mei Qinghe say.

"The Commander said, you are the one among us who makes him feel most at ease, while I am the one who makes him least worry-free, but he asked me to come with you... he knew long ago that you might not be able to do it."

An Ziyang lowered his head and said nothing.

"Brother An, your heart is too soft; you are as ruthless as you are to outsiders, and you are as soft-hearted to your own family. The Commander saw this clearly long ago."

"I'll do it."

Mei Qinghe pushed An Ziyang away and grasped the rope.

An Ziyang took several steps back and looked up. Mei Qinghe pulled the rope violently.

Following her movement, the rope pulled the mechanism.

*Clatter—*

Inside the hollow stone platform, the mechanism began to rotate slowly, faster and faster, faster and faster. The sound spread along the wall, going toward the ground.

Finally, it was transmitted to the ground.

Directly above the secret room, the blood pool on the ground was shaken into ripples.

Li Miao felt the rotation of the mechanism, the corners of his mouth curled up, but his hands didn't stop at all, and he threw another punch!

*Bang!

An Qisheng was suddenly smashed into the high sky!

Li Miao leaped up, appeared above his head, and smashed him away with a leg axe!

Several Wu Lin people in front who had their legs smashed and were crawling out with their hands looked at the shadow constantly enlarging in front of them, their faces full of despair.

The next moment—*Whoosh!

Flesh and blood were ground into a thin sheet.

An Qisheng's momentum didn't disappear, and he continued to drill several feet into the ground, finally stopping slowly.

He was still spotless, except for the wound Li Miao left at the beginning, he was unscathed.

After collecting the True Qi and only defending without attacking, Li Miao couldn't break his protective True Qi at all.

He seemed to be in an invincible position.

But he stood up from the sunken ground, but suddenly lowered his head and looked at his feet.

The protective True Qi rolled, rolled up a touch of black powder in the gravel, and sent it to his hand.

He twisted it a few times and smelled it.

"Gunpowder."

Li Miao's voice rang out at close range.

"Correct."

*Bang!

Li Miao appeared above his head, punched his protective True Qi, and smashed him another foot into the ground.

"Too bad it's late."

Li Miao half-squatted on his protective True Qi, grinning and throwing another punch.

*Bang!

An Qisheng sank another foot down.

He raised his head and met Li Miao's gaze through the transparent protective True Qi.

"This is your method."

Li Miao threw a punch.

*BOOM!

"That's right."

*BOOM!

"After exchanging a few moves with you that night, I knew I couldn't break your protective True Qi. How to say, although the thousand-year cultivation only cultivated a combination of four paths, I still look down on you, but—"

*BOOM!

"But, you still have something."

*BOOM! BOOM BOOM!

Fists fell on the protective True Qi like a meteorite rain.

The momentum was so fierce that it even rippled like water on the protective True Qi, Li Miao's fist skin was broken, gradually revealing the white finger bones, but he didn't stop at all.

Just bit by bit, he wedged An Qisheng into the ground, so he couldn't move or escape.

"In terms of Wu Gong accumulation, I am not as good as you, but who told me to be an official... I don't know if the gunpowder accumulated by this imperial court for decades can break your protective True Qi?"

*BOOM!

The last punch landed on An Qisheng's head.

Li Miao grinned and said.

"Whether you and I can survive, let's—try it!"

An Qisheng's expression didn't change at all, looking at Li Miao coldly.

At the same time, the surrounding ground suddenly bulged.

As if something huge had turned over underground.

The next moment.

Endless light and heat, a huge flame close to a miracle, the largest and most dangerous weapon of this era, accompanied by a loud noise that spread for dozens of miles.

*BOOM!!!!!

Firelight soared dozens of feet!

Submerging An Qisheng and Li Miao.