Xiao Yao knows that the current situation is very unfavorable to him. Those ordinary banned troops can be dealt with by handing over to the bronze terracotta warriors. However, although these two or three cultivators can not reach the number of bronze terracotta warriors and horses, they will also sharpen the number of bronze terracotta warriors and horses. Less.

With the strength of Xiao Yao's current double master, it is not difficult for one person to slaughter a hundred bronze terracotta warriors and horses. If it is a wheel war, even two hundred can do it.

This is just Xiao Yao, what if it is an eight-fold master like Hong Feisheng? How much should this number double? one thousand? two thousand?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao also sighed. It seems, no matter what, after today, the number of his bronze terracotta warriors and horses will drop sharply. Thinking of this, Xiao Yao feels distressed. These terracotta warriors and horses are all his treasures! But it was his first pot of gold!

Can't all be buried here, right?

At this moment, in Wu Li's bedroom, he put on his clothes and stood at the door, watching the outside of the house.

Behind him, stood a gray-haired old man, wearing clothes only worn by eunuchs, who was also an **** if he wanted to come.

"Are you from Yangcheng?" Wu Li asked.

"Back to the emperor, it should be for Wu Wutong." When the old **** spoke, his voice sounded a little hoarse, like a sputum stuck in his throat, also known as the old smoke voice.

"And those bronze people, what's the matter?" Wu Li said, "there are so many, so difficult to deal with?"

"The emperor, these bronze men, the old slave guessed something." The old **** bowed and said.

"Oh?" Wu Li turned to look at him and said, "Have you seen?"

"I haven't seen it, but according to the records of the historical records, when the founding emperor of the Dazhong Dynasty died, there were 20,000 bronze chariots buried with him."

"Dazhong Dynasty?" Wu Li was a little confused.

How could this person from Yangcheng still have anything to do with the Dazhong Dynasty?

Moreover, how could the 20,000 bronze men of the Dazhong Dynasty appear at this time? Appear in Beilu?

What is the identity of that kid?

"Let's go, let's go out and have a look." Wu Li said.

"The emperor, it's dangerous outside..." the old **** persuaded.

Wu Li laughed and said, "Isn't there you? You, a four-level pinnacle master protecting me, how can others do me not?"

The old **** gave a wry smile and said, "But if the 20,000 terracotta warriors and horses are used against me, even me, it will not be able to protect the holy driver."

"That bronze man, so powerful?" Wu Li was taken aback.

"Invulnerable!" The old **** said sternly.

Wu Li took a breath.

These terracotta warriors can be invulnerable, and even the masters of the quadruple pinnacles will find it tricky.

But in his palace, there are only 20,000 forbidden troops.

If he fights to the end, how can he win?

Thinking of these, Wu Li's face became more and more ugly.

"If this is the case, we are probably going to get out even more." Wu Li said helplessly.

The old **** was taken aback for a moment, then came to understand after a brief silence, and nodded.

It is true that if the situation is allowed to develop, it is not good for them.

If you don't go out now, when will you go out? Are you waiting for Xiao Yao to call?

Therefore, the old **** didn't have much to say, so he could only go out with Wu Li.

After leaving the palace, many forbidden troops hurried over to form a protection circle.

"Okay, what should I do? If someone kills, can you stop it?" Wu Li said impatiently.

One of the deputy commanders of the Forbidden Army whispered: "The emperor, even if we can't stop each other, we can delay some time..."

"Procrastinate for time?" Wu Li said amusedly, "What are you doing for procrastinating, let me run away? This is the palace, this is my house, where can I escape?"

The deputy commander of the Forbidden Army blushed, embarrassed.

If you think about it, it's really here. This is the imperial city, which is Wu Li's home. Let him run, where can he go? Besides, Wu Li is also the emperor of Beilu. Can he run? This is nonsense!

"Okay, get out of the way first." Wu Li said.

The deputy commander of the Forbidden Army thought for a while, but he could only move away temporarily.

Wu Li walked towards Xiao Yao's direction.

At this time, the weak man had been blasted out by Xiao Yao.

Even if the opponent had the strength of the pinnacle of the double master, Xiao Yao still prevailed in the match, which made him extremely surprised.

Isn't this guy the cultivation base of a double master?

You can already be the pinnacle of the double master cultivation base!

Why is it not his opponent?

The weak man was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

He stood up, and was called to a halt just as he wanted to continue rushing up.

"Stop it!"

The weak man turned his face and wanted to scold you, but after seeing that the person who was talking was Wu Li, he quickly retreated and knelt on the ground.

"The emperor, humble and incompetent..."

"It's good to know." Wu Li's answer to him was not at all humane.

He looked at Xiao Yao who was standing not far away, frowning.

"He is Wu Li?" Xiao Yao also returned to Wu Wutong's side at this time, and asked in a low voice.

Wu Wutong nodded.

At this time she was still immersed in consternation.

Up to now, she hadn't understood what was going on with the bronze man who could not be counted.

"Who are you?" Wu Li asked, looking at Xiao Yao.

"Who am I, does it have anything to do with you? I came to the imperial city for the purpose of bringing Wu Wutong back. I know who you are, but even if you are the emperor of Beilu, it’s my shit. In short , Wu Wutong, I want to take it away. If you don't want to, let's do it and fight for a dead fish!" Xiao Yao said with a cold snort.

He knew that Wu Li was willing to come out and stand in front of him, which meant he was ready to negotiate.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

The scolding voices around him kept flowing.

Xiao Yao buttoned his ears, already a little impatient.

"I'm so presumptuous, so bold, come and hit me?" Xiao Yao said.

After saying this, the already restless crowd calmed down again.

They wanted to kill Xiao Yao, but they had been tossing for so long, didn't they have done anything to Xiao Yao?

Although Xiao Yao's bronze terracotta warriors and horses are on the decline, in comparison, the number of the forbidden army in the imperial city is declining rapidly.

"Since you can't kill me, what are you clamoring for?" Xiao Yao asked again.

Wu Li took a deep breath.

He could see it, just as the other party said, in his eyes, his identity as the emperor of Beilu was really not even a fart.

"I must know your name?" Wu Li couldn't help asking.

"You don't need to know." Xiao Yao said with a smile, "Now, I want to take Wu Wutong away, what do you think?"

"No." Wu Li said without even thinking about it.

Xiao Yao didn't hesitate too much. With a thought, the terracotta warriors and horses who had stopped confronting the Forbidden Army moved again.

This move made Wu Li subconsciously take a step back.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Li shouted.

"Fuck you! What are you doing?" Xiao Yao said cheerfully.

"..." Wu Li was completely speechless.

Did you meet a bastard?

Special, can you communicate well? This is a disagreement, you have to do it!

However, he could also understand that even though Xiao Yao's purpose was to leave now, Xiao Yao really didn't occupy any disadvantages. On the contrary, there were some small advantages.

Of course, if this battle continues, Xiao Yao will have to lose in the end.

Even if you don't talk about Xiao Yao, you know, but now I don't know how many people are gathering towards the imperial city.

Unless he can do it, he will kill all these people now, but such a large-scale battle is not a fight, it is already a war.

It will not be solved in a short while.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao also had a headache.

"Well, you can leave. Nothing happened to me, but Wu Wutong can't leave." Wu Li said.

Xiao Yao directly spit in the direction where Wu Li was standing.

In this way, what you mean should be clear enough, right?

Seeing Xiao Yao's actions like this, Wu Li was trembling with anger.

It was the first time that he saw someone so disrespectful to him.

He did not dare to let Xiao Yao take Wu Wutong back.

Now that the two thousand bronze men looked so difficult, when Wu Wutong returned to Yangcheng and gathered 80,000 soldiers and horses, even if he could only mobilize fifty thousand, plus these bronze men, what would he take to defend?

Even if it wins in the end, how big is Beilu's loss?

After all, no matter who the final victor is, it is the soldiers of Beilu who die!

"Wu Wutong, I will ask you today, are you really going to rebel?!" Wu Li suddenly looked at Wu Wutong standing next to Xiao Yao and said.

This sentence has been stored in Wu Li's heart for a long time.

He felt that it was time to ask.

His eyes stared at Wu Wutong, deep.

Wu Wutong took a step forward, looked at Wu Li, and laughed: "Wu Li, I didn't think about having to rebel, I just felt that I should take revenge, nothing more."

Speaking of this, seeing the puzzled look on Wu Li's face, Wu Wutong said again: "You really forgot, how did my mother die?"

"..." Wu Li was speechless.

He felt that those things he did back then were sufficiently concealed.

But when he treats others as fools, he is the biggest fool.

Even, he didn't even have the idea of ​​denying.

When Wu Wutong said such things in front of so many people, it was obvious that Wu Wutong had already determined the truth.

No amount of sophistry can stand up.

"Just for this?" Wu Li asked through gritted teeth.

"Is this not enough?" Wu Wutong asked.

"Do you really want to make the entire Beilu turbulent for your hatred?" Wu Li asked.

"Then, what if my father is added?" Wu Wutong asked again.

"Your father's death doesn't seem to have anything to do with me..." Wu Li was aggrieved.

He admitted that the death of Wu Wutong's mother was caused by him alone.

But Lao Li Wang Mingming hangs himself, what does it have to do with him?

"It doesn't matter, you have the final say, I have the final say!" Wu Wutong said sternly.

Her attitude is—to rebel!