Qing Tianhou's face was cold and expressionless. He looked at the eager old demon Lidao Sanren and said only two words, "Get out of the way!"
After confirming that this was indeed the tomb of an ancient king of the Kraken clan, Qingtianhou was so excited that he couldn't wait to break in. At this time, how could he have time to talk so much with the mother-in-law and mother-in-law of the scattered people on the island
The face of the old devil Lidao Sanren became even more bitter. Looking at the domineering Qingtianhou, he felt frightened, but he couldn't bear to let go of the opportunity like this. He begged, "Master Hou, I'm really going crazy, please." Please help me. In the future, I will help you unify the sea area thousands of miles away and follow your footsteps for the rest of my life!"
More than a hundred years ago, the old devil's scattered people on the island accidentally obtained an ancient book in an ancient ruins, which recorded an ancient skill called the Art of Clone. Unfortunately, the ancient book was badly damaged, and what he got was only a fragment, with many key parts missing. After practicing, his cultivation progressed rapidly, and the signs of condensing a clone became more and more obvious, but at the same time, his body also began to experience various discomforts.
Before meeting Ye Chuan, the old devil himself felt something was wrong and knew something was wrong, and worried that his cultivation had gone astray. When Ye Chuan, who was impersonated as Ben Leizi, the Supreme Elder of Benlei Sect, said this, he became even more convinced and was sure that he had gone crazy. At this time, Qingtianhou, whose cultivation was unfathomable, was his only supporter and the only master he could turn to for help. Therefore, knowing that Qing Tianhou would be offended, he had no choice but to stand up.
"Aren't you a good person? Who said you've gone crazy?" Qingtianhou suppressed his anger and glanced at the old devil Lidao Sanren. He didn't get angry immediately, but his tone became colder and more impatient.
"Yes..., it was said by a peerless expert." The old devil Lidao Sanren hesitated, sweating under Qingtianhou's gaze.
"Oh, what kind of peerless master?" Qingtianhou sneered.
"Ben Leizi, the Supreme Elder in the legend of Benlei Sect, is said to... It is said that he broke through to the semi-saint realm thousands of years ago." Liandao Sanren replied, Qingtianhou's expression made him increasingly uneasy. , I was so scared that I wanted to turn around and walk away from him. I was worried that I would really go crazy next and have to bite the bullet and stay.
"A legendary Supreme Elder?"
Qing Tianhou sneered, with a hint of disdain on his face, "People say whatever they say, do you believe it? I also said that you have only three days to live, do you believe it or not?"
"Master Hou, I..."
The scattered people from the island were sweating coldly. Before they could even defend themselves, Qingtianhou bumped him away with his shoulder as soon as his vision went dark. "Get out of the way. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later!"
Qingtianhou directly knocked aside the old demon Liandao Sanren who was standing in front of him, flew into the dark tomb passage and disappeared from people's eyes. The overseas casual cultivators and demons who gathered here first had their own agendas, and they fought over a mere stone tablet. However, as soon as he arrived, he sensed a strange aura, which was the unique aura of the Siren clan!
In order to prevent the Siren warriors from seizing the racial sacred objects sealed in the lost city first, and then controlling the forbidden power to deal with all outside adventurers, Qingtian Hou Feng Feng Huo Huo was not willing to delay for a moment.
"See, this is what happens when you take refuge in someone else!"
"Hehe, I thought I found a good backer, but who knows..."
The overseas casual cultivators and demons who gathered around the tomb of the great monarch pointed and looked at the old demonic cultivator from the island who got up from the ground, with sarcastic smiles on their faces. People who used to be more envious and jealous now become more sarcastic.
The face of Lidao Sanren suddenly turned red to the point where his ears were filled with embarrassment, and he wished he could get through a crack in the ground.
In the nearby sea area, he can be regarded as a well-known figure. Today's appearance in people's eyes is purely humiliating himself.
In the dark tomb passage, bursts of harsh sonic booms suddenly came out, followed by the ground shaking.
People no longer cared about the islanders who were ridiculing themselves and humiliating themselves. They subconsciously flew back and looked at the dark tomb passage in fear.
sharp!
Qingtian waited for him... and directly broke through the ancient restrictions in the tomb passage
The overseas cultivators and demons who gathered around the tomb of the great monarch all widened their eyes in confusion.
The vibrations on the ground became more and more severe. After a sudden loud click, the vibrations finally stopped. It seemed that the restrictions in the tomb passage were completely broken, or Qingtianhou was trapped by the restrictions.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
"Walk!"
People were uneasy and didn't know what was going on in the tomb passage. After hesitating for a while, several big demons broke in first.
A tomb of a great king, does it contain the real lost city sealed inside? What kind of treasure do you have
The legend of the lost city gives people unlimited longing and expectation. The dark tomb passage is dangerous and unpredictable, but after someone takes the lead, more and more people break in.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of overseas casual cultivators and demons broke in. The isolated island man's face turned green and white, and he hesitated for a while before walking in. Qingtianhou refused to help. Now, he can only rely on himself, hoping to find some opportunity in the tomb of the monarch to resolve the disaster.
The fog was thick, and from time to time, someone would catch wind of the situation and rush in. Without taking a closer look at the tomb of the Maharaja, they would rush in.
Ye Chuan stood up and led several Benlei Sect disciples out of the fog. However, he did not rush in immediately, but carefully looked at the ancient tomb of the monarch in front of him.
At first glance, there is nothing special about this tomb. Only by careful induction can you feel the wisps of forbidden fluctuations coming from deep in the ground. However, one tomb equals a world. There are so many forbidden tombs on this high mountain. If it weren't for the half of the stone tablet dug out from the ground, no one would have thought that this turned out to be a tomb of a great king.
"Elder Taishang, that handkerchief was picked up here." Female disciple Ye Lanqing took a few steps forward and pointed to a small pit.
Ye Chuan walked over, squatted down and observed carefully, pushing aside a few fallen leaves, a faint footprint appeared in front of him. The footprints were not big, and judging from their size and shape, they were obviously left by a woman. Next to the footprints, there is a drop of dark red blood, which has dried completely and cannot be seen unless you squat down and look carefully.
Ye Chuan stretched out a finger, stuck the drop of blood on his hand, raised it to the tip of his nose and smelled it gently. A vaguely familiar breath penetrated through the nose and entered the lungs. It was..., Siren Hai Lili The breath!
Ye Chuan's eyes lit up, and he was one step closer to finding the whereabouts of Zhu Sijia and his party.
The siren blood flowing in the body of the siren girl Hai Lili is the key to unlocking many restrictions in the lost city. In the underground grotto on Gulang Island, it was Hai Lili's natal blood that opened the passage to the lost city. Tuoba Xiaoniao's handkerchief was found here, and Hai Lili's blood stains were found here. This is enough to show that Zhu Sijia and the leader of the Siren clan must have been here. It is very likely that they are now in the tomb of the Maharaja. It’s the real lost city!
Ye Chuan stood up, took a deep breath, and strode towards the dark tomb passage. Behind him, several Benlei Sect disciples followed closely.