Seeing Zhang Tian's smile, Wu Tianzhen's heart sank, and he began to pray for Fujiguo.
"I'm not sure if we'll be discovered or eliminated by local experts if we pull out their dragon's spine."
"But we've already reached here, and not doing it would be a disservice to our conscience, so we must do it."
As Zhang Tian spoke, Hu Bayi's eyes also showed a flicker of excitement.
Pulling out the dragon's spine wasn't literal, but rather sealing the natural spine that protected Fujiguo's dragon脉 (dragon vein).
In other words, it was a seal.
As for what the dragon's spine was, it was simple: look at the direction of the mountains and rivers, the location of the capital city, and finally judge by the dragon's脉.
Fujiguo's capital was Jingguo, and looking at the map, the Akashi Mountains perfectly encircled the southern part of Fujiguo's capital.
This formed a dragon's spine, encircling the dragon's heart, blocking all external dangers.
And those resentments and evil energies were the best proof.
If Zhang Tian sealed the dragon's spine, those evil energies would enter Jingguo's imperial city, and it would only be a matter of time before Fujiguo descended into chaos.
"Little Master Zhang, what are you going to do?"
Wu Tianzhen asked curiously.
He never thought that these legendary things actually existed.
And the fact that Zhang Tian could actually pull out their dragon's spine was the most eye-opening thing for Wu Tianzhen.
"First, use the Dragon Sealing Technique to seal the dragon's脉, then use the Mountain Opening Art to carve a hole through the entire dragon's spine, allowing all the evil energies to flow unimpeded."
"Once the dragon's spine is broken, the feng shui will change."
Zhang Tian said, and at the same time began to set up the formation.
Fujiguo's dragon's脉 were not many, and they were in a state of near desiccation.
If it were like Xia Guo's, Zhang Tian wouldn't dare to even approach it, let alone pull it out.
After all, it was related to a nation's fortune, how could his strength get close to such a thing?
But Fujiguo's was different. It was a small territory, and it was already impressive to be able to nurture one dragon's脉, let alone have a new one.
Unless there was a major change in a hundred years.
"Let's begin. If we want to strengthen the formation's power, we must have something stronger as its core."
Zhang Tian said, biting his finger.
His blood flowed all over the talisman.
Zhang Qilin looked at his hand and said nothing more, but his eyes gently fell on Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian's hands moved continuously, countless energies and talismans were cast out, leaving Wu Tianzhen and Wang Banyue stunned.
"Damn it, Tianzhen, am I dreaming? Is this Little Master Zhang a god descended from heaven?"
Wang Banyue was dumbfounded.
Weren't they all supposed to be ordinary people? So it turns out only I am an ordinary person, right?
"Brother Banyue, calm down, this is all basic stuff. Believe in materialism, believe in science."
Wang Kaixuan patted Wang Banyue on the shoulder. The next moment, Wang Kaixuan waved his hand.
He actually used his internal energy to help Zhang Tian set up the formation.
Wang Banyue was dumbfounded.
Believe in science, believe in materialism, and then you unleash true energy?
Wang Banyue swore he had never seen such a shameless person.
At this moment, even Hu Bayi and Zhang Qilin made their moves. Zhang Tian felt countless forces pouring into his body.
He began to set up the formation with all his might.
Meanwhile, Wu Tianzhen, who was cultivating, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He had begun cultivating and understood some of the power and strength of cultivation.
Judging by the strength displayed by Zhang Tian and the others, they were all at the Grandmaster level, especially that young man (Xiao Ge), he couldn't sense his strength at all.
A group of Grandmasters going tomb raiding, it was unimaginable.
"Is it that exaggerated?"
Wu Tianzhen felt a surge of excitement, never having fought such a rich battle.
With the help of Zhang Qilin and the others, Zhang Tian's formation setup speed had significantly increased.
Soon, a formation was laid out at a visible speed.
In just over half an hour, the surrounding situation began to change.
The original evil energies were no longer confined to the Akashi Mountains.
Instead, they spread out more widely.
Those energies surged inward crazily.
The sky gradually darkened.
"Is it going to rain?"
Looking at the dense dark clouds drifting towards Jingguo, Wu Tianzhen murmured softly.
"The formation is broken."
Hu Bayi explained from the side.
Zhang Tian stretched lazily.
"Okay, let's withdraw quickly. Fujiguo should have its experts, and it won't be good to be discovered now."
As Zhang Tian spoke, everyone hurried into the off-road vehicle.
It did feel like they were pulling off a heist.
"Boss, why be afraid of them? If they dare to come, Fatty will show them what it means for flowers to be red."
Fatty clenched his fist and said.
"We need to maintain an air of mystery."
Zhang Tian put on a mysterious expression.
Then he stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle left the vicinity of the Akashi Mountains.
"Maintain an air of mystery?"
Wu Tianzhen and Wang Banyue exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion.
Good heavens, when they were in the underwater tomb, they had to guess for a long time.
Their hearts were filled with frustration and questions. Could it be that Zhang Tian did it on purpose?
Wu Tianzhen felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.
"Little Master Zhang is brilliant."
Wang Banyue gave a thumbs up, looking speechless.
Soon, the off-road vehicle disappeared far into the distance.
And within Fujiguo's Jingguo city.
Jingguo city was the capital of Fujiguo, originally named Edo, and renamed Jingguo in 1868.
"Cough, cough..."
In a large courtyard, the sound of coughing broke the silence of the room.
"Quick, the master is coughing blood again!"
Suddenly, a clear and somewhat anxious female voice came.
"What? Lord Matsuda is coughing blood again?"
Following a series of voices, several people who looked like maids hurried out.
In this era, large families in Fujiguo still followed the old system of servitude.
"Alas, the old doctor said that Lord Matsuda has a tenacious virus in his body that cannot be cured."
"I truly wish I could share some of the master's pain."
A group of women were by Matsuda's bedside, wiping the sweat from his forehead and speaking words of concern.
At this moment, Matsuda's body was decaying, and even maggots had started to grow.
The room was filled with a foul stench.
This situation clearly had similarities to the curse of Shirley Yang's family.
"Patriarch."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked in.
As he entered, the atmosphere around them changed.
No one dared to utter a word.
Even taking a deep breath became slow.
"Son, I have inquired about the whereabouts of an Onmyoji, and I will definitely be able to cure you."
"You are my only son, you cannot die."
The middle-aged man spoke, looking out the window not far away.
He had heard that an Onmyoji in a certain harbor had cured many people's illnesses, and he believed that Matsuda's illness could definitely be cured.
"That's right, I'll go look for him now. You hold on for a little longer. I heard that even His Majesty the Emperor is ill, I don't know what's going on. I hope everyone is well."
He said, then hurried out.
At the same time, above Fujiguo's Jingguo city, a large patch of dark clouds began to gather.
It gave the feeling of an army about to attack the city.
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