After running wildly for more than an hour, Ye Chuan finally slowed down.
All in all, I had already run for hundreds of miles, but I still hadn't even reached the halfway point of the mountain. The mountain shrouded in gray mist was unexpectedly high.
The further we walked up the mountain, the thicker the fog became, and gradually we couldn't see clearly even a hundred meters away.
Ye Chuan stopped, gasped for air, and listened intently for a while. He could no longer hear Qingtianhou's voice or sense his breath. Then he felt a little more at ease and began to take stock of the things around him that could be used to fight.
The three powerful followers of Yinshan Old Demon Rhodes, Rain Demon, and Plague Demon King Abbas are not here, nor are Zhu Sijia, Xiao Longer, and others. The only ones following him are the Evil-Eyed Ox who stayed in the Qinglian space. Demons, six-winged golden cicada, puppet doll Hei Kui, human-faced snake and super electric eel and other monsters. The super electric eel has amazing lethality in the sea and is the nemesis of all water monsters, but its combat effectiveness is greatly reduced on land. Fortunately, the treasures such as the Iron-Blooded Banner and the Dragon-Slaying Flying Sword are all there, and he has just broken through the bottleneck and his combat effectiveness has reached a new level.
Ye Chuan used his magic formula to summon all the monsters and sacrificed all the treasures. After carefully weighing it for a while, the six-winged golden cicada, the puppet doll Hei Kui and the twelve human-faced snakes were left. The many evil-eyed bull demons and super electric eels put away their eyes, scanning the many treasures, and finally chose the green one. The dragon-slaying flying sword originally presented by the seventh elder of the robed man.
In a chaotic battle, the iron-blooded banner is undoubtedly the most powerful, and it can best display its violent power. But on this dangerous and unpredictable mountain, the blood-red Iron-Blooded Flag is undoubtedly too conspicuous, and is not as convenient and secretive as the Dragon-Slaying Flying Sword.
"Sir, what is this place?" Hei Kui, the puppet doll, looked around, obviously uneasy. His face was always smiling and cute, but his voice was hoarse. Since Ye Chuan went to sea, it has been a long time since he came out for air. Although the Qinglian space is good for resting and practicing, it is twice the result with half the effort, but after staying there for a long time, he always feels depressed and not as vast and free as the outside world.
After finally coming out, the old devil Hei Kui thought he could be at ease. However, as soon as he came out, he felt something was wrong and instinctively sensed danger. The six-winged golden cicada and the twelve human-faced snakes could not speak, but their bodies tensed up and they were obviously nervous.
"The good news is that we have arrived at the holy land of an ancient race. It is said that it contains the original power of that race and countless treasures. Whether you can get the opportunity depends on your ability." Ye Chuan replied, smiling sincerely. Smile, but the smile is a little bitter.
"A racial shrine? How is this possible?"
Hei Kui screamed in surprise.
He had never been to the holy land of ancient races, but as a former great devil, he had heard of it. In the wild world with a long history, there are many legends about the holy places of ancient races passed down from generation to generation.
According to legend, which holy land of an ancient race is not huge, majestic and full of vitality? How can it be so gray and lifeless
If Ye Chuan hadn't told him, Hei Kui would have thought he was in an ancient evil realm, or even an ancient battlefield. Looking around, there are graves everywhere. Who would believe that this is a holy land of an ancient race
"Have you heard of the Kraken Tribe? This is the Lost City, the Kraken Tribe's racial holy land. It was a racial holy land that was lost millions of years ago." Ye Chuan answered in a low tone. As the name suggests, he now suddenly understands the origin of the name Lost City. The lost holy land has been deserted for countless epochs. It has naturally been in ruins for a long time. No wonder the Kraken Clan cannot survive here.
"What about the bad news?" Heikui asked.
The so-called good news is all bad, but what about the bad news
Hei Kui had a very bad feeling in his heart. Ye Chuan would not call him out if nothing happened. He might be in big trouble this time.
"The bad news is that we are lost, lost in this strange world. What is even more unfortunate is that there are still two powerful enemies in the semi-saint realm chasing us. If we are caught up by them, I am afraid that we will lose ten lives. Not enough to die." Ye Chuan told the truth.
"Sir, you'd better take me into the Qinglian space."
Hei Kui looked at Ye Chuan, his face was stiff but still smiling, but his eyes were bitter.
A master at the seventh level of the Real Realm Realm is enough to suffocate him. How can he deal with two semi-saint masters and still keep him alive
The big devil Hei Kui, who was once the dominant one, simply gave up and couldn't think of any resistance.
"Don't worry, even if those two powerful Half-Saint enemies catch up, their target will still be me, and I will die first. Of course, if I die, you won't survive." Ye Chuan paused and said: " Now, your mission is to explore the road ahead. You have stayed in the Nielong Abyss filled with blood mist for so long. This gray mist is nothing, go ahead."
Ye Chuan stood up and started to head towards the top of the mountain. Twelve human-faced snakes surrounded him, and a six-winged golden cicada rested on his left shoulder. The old devil Hei Kui was worried about what kind of danger lay ahead, but he gave Ye Chuan a bitter look and had to bow down to accept the order. He took out a sharp dagger from his arms and plunged it into the thick thicket. The fog is exploring the path, and the person disappears in the blink of an eye despite his small speed. Behind him, Ye Chuan slowly followed, surrounded by twelve human-faced snakes.
The gray fog was thick, and the field of vision slowly narrowed from 100 meters to 80 meters, 70 meters..., getting narrower and narrower. The front was dangerous and unpredictable, but Ye Chuan calmly walked forward step by step, even walking aside. As you walk, look carefully at the tombs you pass.
There are dangers in the tomb. Some powerful monsters or undead may suddenly jump out, but there may also be some sealed treasures and hidden opportunities.
During the millions of years he was trapped in the God Burial Valley, Ye Chuan became accustomed to walking among all kinds of tombs, and knew how to judge the underground size of a tomb and whether it was dangerous. After looking carefully for a while, I found some patterns.
There are many tombs on the mountain, with different shapes and sizes, but they have one thing in common. Any tomb with a strong dangerous aura must have been blessed with various ancient restrictions. It seemed that either some ancient weapon was sealed, or the tomb was locked up and isolated from the world to prevent future generations from digging it up. Of course, there is another possibility, which is to prevent something from the tomb from breaking out.
The inadvertent discovery suddenly made Ye Chuan's hair stand on end and his hands and feet became cold.
If there really is some ancient monster imprisoned in the tomb, how many monsters must be imprisoned here with all the tombs in the mountain
Taking a closer look at the restrictions on the tomb, Ye Chuan felt even more uneasy. Most of the bans are incomprehensible, but judging from the fluctuations of the bans, the techniques are extraordinary and obviously not something ordinary people can set!