"Boy, hand over your things. This golden sarcophagus and the treasures sealed inside are not yours to enjoy."
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng walked over slowly and recognized Ye Chuan in disguise.
Ye Chuan wore a large and spacious bamboo hat on his head and could not see his facial features. However, for a master of the level of National Master Jiang Tunsheng, let alone disguise, it would be difficult to transform into another person even if he used the Nine Transformations Demon Art. Hide everything in front of them. The appearance can change, but the unique breath and soul fluctuation are unique, and everyone is different.
"What if you don't hand it over?" Ye Chuan asked, his feet sinking deeply into the ground, but the sky-swallowing talisman in his body suddenly spun, and he slowly straightened his waist under the pressure of the two super masters.
National Master Jiang Tunsheng was a little surprised. Looking at Ye Chuan, whose cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, his eyes flashed with appreciation, and he said lightly: "I told you, this is not something you can enjoy. Even if you grab it, you can't keep it. No. Hand it over, will you be able to walk out of the Maharaja's tomb today?"
Ye Chuan was silent, looking at the situation around him, his heart became heavier and heavier.
But who could be willing to hand it over after finally grabbing it
Ye Chuan was unwilling to give in. This was not his style, so he calmly thought about how to deal with it.
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng stopped urging and gave Ye Chuan time to think about it. However, Qingtianhou became a little impatient and took a step forward with murderous intent. He said coldly: "Boy, hand over the golden sarcophagus and pledge your allegiance to me. This is The only way for you to survive. Otherwise, you will die miserably and your sect will be uprooted!"
Qingtianhou was full of murderous intent, he raised his halberd and was ready to move like a murderous god about to start a killing spree.
Sensing this cold murderous aura, Ye Chuan didn't say anything, but the many fire elves became a little restless, and the red light flowing around their bodies seemed to turn into balls of hot flames.
"Give me the golden sarcophagus, and I'll protect your glory and wealth, let His Majesty make you the Lord of the Clouds, and ensure the safety of you and your sect, how about that?"
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng continued to walk forward, slowly getting closer and closer. Before Ye Chuan could answer Qingtianhou's pressure, he took the lead in offering a generous temptation.
One is fierce and threatening with murderous intent, while the other is gentle and makes tempting promises, also for the golden sarcophagus on Ye Chuan's shoulders. The strategies of the two super masters are completely different.
Qing Tianhou is cold and arrogant. It seems that in his eyes, everyone in the world is an ant. Unlike the national master Jiang Tunsheng, he will never give up easily if his goal is unbeatable, but he can make certain compromises and concessions.
Ye Chuan, who seemed certain to die just now, suddenly became a hot mess fought over by two super masters.
The ground continued to shake, and patches of red magma erupted from the ground from time to time. Everyone's eyes stayed on Ye Chuan to see what he would choose.
Ye Chuan did not answer, remained silent, and seemed to be in trouble.
Under heavy siege, it was almost impossible to leave with the golden sarcophagus. Whether to hand over the golden sarcophagus to Qingtianhou or to the national master Jiang Tunsheng is a difficult question. If you hand it over to Qingtianhou, you will have to listen to Qingtianhou's orders in the future. If you give the thing to the Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng, you will completely offend Qingtianhou. In the future, the sect will not be protected if the army is called to investigate.
"Boy, this is your last chance to hand over your things. Otherwise, you will be dead today and no one can save you!"
Qingtianhou took another step forward, less than seven meters away from Ye Chuan. He was getting more and more impatient with murderous intent and couldn't wait any longer.
The shaking of the ground became more and more severe, and the forbidden fluctuations that filled the air became stronger. If this continues, no one knows what kind of changes will occur in the tomb of the Maharaja. If a guardian more powerful than the fire elves appears, no one will get the golden sarcophagus.
"It's not impossible to hand over this golden sarcophagus, but I need to find a lost friend first and ask him if he agrees."
Ye Chuan threw the golden sarcophagus on the ground, as if he had to give up his love. Then, he took out a conch from nowhere, put it to his mouth and blew it gently. The sound was soft but spread far away, as if he was really calling for separation. Partners in the Flame Mountain.
This kid is quite self-aware!
The eyes of the casual cultivators and demons who were watching brightened up. Looking at the golden sarcophagus Ye Chuan threw on the ground, their eyes quickly became fanatical and saw the opportunity. The breathing of the two super masters, Qing Tianhou and National Master Jiang Tunsheng, gradually became faster. They looked at each other and pushed each other's power fluctuations to the extreme. Now, the golden sarcophagus has become an ownerless thing again, and it has returned to the time when the golden sarcophagus was just erupted from the ground and everyone could fight for it.
Many fire elves also became commotion, and the tight formation began to loosen. However, instead of finding an opportunity to strike first, they suddenly all walked as if they were drunk.
Tomb conch!
While everyone was focusing on the golden sarcophagus, Ye Chuan sacrificed the ancient tomb conch that he had acquired in Huangsha Ancient City not long ago and tried to launch a large-scale sound attack. Faced with heavy siege and the pressure of two super masters, this is the only way to break out! As soon as the conch sounded, the first person to be attacked was not the ordinary casual cultivator, but the many murderous fire elves that were close at hand.
"No, this conch is weird!"
"This kid is cheating, be careful!"
Many casual cultivators and demons reacted and subconsciously exclaimed. They wanted to rush forward and seize the opportunity to snatch the golden sarcophagus on the ground, but they all felt dizzy. In an instant, there was silence all around, and the red magma could no longer be seen. It seemed that time had frozen at this moment.
"kill!"
Qingtianhou shouted sharply, raised his halberd and rushed towards Ye Chuan. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he immediately launched a ferocious attack.
With a rumble, the ground suddenly shook violently, and red magma rose into the sky.
The murderous Qing Tianhou slipped and almost fell to the ground. In an instant, all the people's exclamations disappeared, only the strange sound of conch shells sounded in his mind, faintly lulling people to sleep. Looking up, Ye Chuan was very close in front of him, but his figure changed into three, four... and the world was spinning.
Buzz…
The cold sword light flashed in the air, and Qing Tianhou felt dizzy for a moment, but he still struck out with the sword. The blade slashed across Ye Chuan's body, causing a huge rain of blood.
"What a great gift, I will make you repay it twice as much in the future!"
Ye Chuan groaned, stretched out his hand to lift the golden sarcophagus on the ground, and slapped the heavenly cover of a fire elf hard with his palm. The moment the latter fell, a ring of fire fell out of his body, and a gate of time and space appeared beside him. Ye Chuan didn't even care about the ring of fire that was at his fingertips. It was important to escape, so he raised his legs and stepped into the door of time and space, and disappeared in a flash.