In an instant, Ye Chuan broke out of the Maharaja's Tomb and returned to the fog-shrouded mountains outside.
Looking around, the gray mist filled the mountain and the mountain itself looked like a huge tomb.
The wounds on his abdomen and shoulders were dripping with blood. Ye Chuan lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on his abdomen, secretly calling it a fluke. If the wound were any deeper, he might have been cut in half by Qing Tianhou. There was no time to look at it, so he immediately put away the golden sarcophagus on his shoulders with his hand, and flew away without even having time to bandage the wound.
Unprepared, people are confused by the conch sound, but they will wake up in a short time. If you don't leave, you may be surrounded again in the blink of an eye!
Ye Chuan's face was tense. The Eighteen Demon God Flags in the golden sarcophagus were the earliest sealed treasures in the Maharaja's tomb, and they were probably the most precious treasures. Everyone's eyes were hot and they would never give up easily. Sure enough, as soon as he left, there was a surge of people outside the monarch's tomb, and Qing Tianhou, National Master Jiang Tunsheng and many demons chased him out.
"Chasing, that kid is seriously injured, he won't be able to run far!"
"There is blood on the ground, follow the blood, hurry!"
Everyone shouted loudly and dispersed to chase Ye Chuan. Many overseas casual cultivators with ordinary cultivation also joined the pursuit.
In the Maharaja's tomb, all the masters were staring at the golden sarcophagus. It was even harder to get it than to reach the sky. It's different now. The masters are scattered in all directions and there is no fierce competition. Coupled with the cover of heavy fog, if they successfully find Ye Chuan, they are very likely to snatch the golden sarcophagus! Ye Chuan was seriously injured. Now, it's not about who has higher cultivation, but who is lucky. With good luck, you can seize the priceless treasure of the Eighteen Demon God Flag without anyone noticing!
The casual cultivators and demons who rushed out from the Maharaja's Tomb took action quickly. Among them, there were many experienced monster hunters. They followed the blood trail left by Ye Chuan in the thick fog and chased after him. However, as I chased after him, the bloodstain disappeared.
Everyone worked together to search the mountain, but still found nothing. Even the two super masters Qing Tianhou and National Master Jiang Tunsheng were unable to do anything. They could not sense Ye Chuan's breath and soul fluctuations. It seemed that the latter had left the Sea Monster Race. Holy land, or maybe he slipped and fell into some abyss and died. After searching repeatedly for several hours, even searching the foot of the mountain but finding nothing, the people had to give up and continue walking up the mountain.
The further you go up the mountain, the thicker the fog becomes, and the stronger the restricted fluctuations become, making walking more difficult. But on the mountain, there may be a tomb of the Maharaja that no one has ever entered, which contains more treasures and people are leaving one after another. In the thick fog, the two super masters Qing Tianhou and Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng stood opposite each other motionless. I don't know when they met again, and they looked at each other coldly, as if they were about to start another fierce battle of life and death.
"When you were at the Maharaja's Tomb, you could obviously kill that kid with one arrow at the last moment, so why did you let him go?"
Qing Tianhou stared at the Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng fiercely with murderous intent.
Unprepared, he was momentarily dizzy under the influence of the conch sound, but he still severely wounded Ye Chuan with a knife. At the same time, although National Master Jiang Tunsheng was also hit, he could still shoot an arrow aimed at Ye Chuan's vitals. However, the old guy had clearly aimed at Ye Chuan, but at the last moment he remained motionless and watched him step into the gate of time and space. Escaping from the Maharaja's Tomb made Qingtianhou grit his teeth with hatred and be confused at the same time.
"Qingtian, you are so close to that kid and you don't have the ability to intercept him. Who can do it? At the last moment, do you want me to hit that kid hard with an arrow, and then let you take the opportunity to grab the golden sarcophagus? ?" National Master Jiang Tunsheng sneered, paused, and said: "What I can't get, you can't even imagine!"
"you… "
Qing Tianhou was furious, his blade trembled and he was about to fight to the death with Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng again. He looked at the mountain top shrouded in heavy fog. He hesitated for a while and had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart. He turned around and flew away with a cold voice. From afar, "Old guy, you'd better pray that your cultivation level can improve by leaps and bounds, otherwise, it won't be long before you succumb to me. When I break through to the saint realm, it will be your death, hahahaha... "
Qingtianhou laughed and went looking for more treasures and opportunities.
After finally breaking into the sacred land of the Siren Clan, now is not the time to have a life-and-death showdown with the National Master Jiang Tunsheng. Whoever grabs more treasures and has a greater chance to break through to the Saint Realm first will have the last laugh. .
For cultivators, strong strength and cultivation are the eternal pursuit. This is the case for ordinary cultivators. When they are in the warrior realm, they long to break through to the monk realm. The monks long to break through to the real person realm. For Qingtianhou and Guo It's the same for a super master of Master Jiang Tunsheng's level. They have all reached the pinnacle of semi-saint cultivation and are still longing for more powerful power. Whoever breaks through to the saint realm first will be the number one master in the wild world!
When he stormed the Yunwu Sect, although the national master Jiang Tunsheng was powerful, he was far from as defiant as he is now. On the one hand, this was because of the powerful imperial bow in his hand, and on the other hand, it was just a clone that appeared in front of Ye Chuan and others, showing only the peak cultivation level of a real person. Now, what has come to the overseas world is the true self, which is no less impressive than the domineering Qingtianhou.
Looking at Qingtian Hou's retreating back, National Master Jiang Tunsheng stood motionless and worried. Finally, he sighed quietly, "At the last moment, for Zixia's sake, is it worth it to let that kid go? Zixia knows Maybe she would be very happy, but it’s really not worth it for her to pay such a heavy price for such a romantic and ruthless boy, and never see the light of day again, alas... "
Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng looked gloomy, sighed and flew away. Behind him, under an inconspicuous tomb, the soil gradually loosened, and a human head slowly poked out.
While everyone was hunting and hunting him, Ye Chuan did not go far and lurked near the tomb of the great king. He used secret techniques to sneak under the ground to restrain his aura and power fluctuations. With the help of thick fog and ubiquitous restricted fluctuations, we successfully crossed the sea.
"Did the National Master Jiang Tunsheng deliberately let himself go at the last moment?"
Ye Chuan was shocked. Many casual cultivators and demons had gone away and escaped smoothly, but he could not be happy. He was filled with doubts, "What is this old guy's relationship with the goddess Hong Zixia? How could he let himself go for her?" One horse? Also, what happened to Hong Zixia, and what price did she pay?"
Ye Chuan suddenly felt confused and had a very bad feeling.
Calculating carefully, he had not contacted the goddess Hong Zixia for a long time. They had not seen each other since the Great Qin Dynasty attacked Yunwu Sect. In that battle, the national master Jiang Tunsheng suddenly came to kill everyone. Fortunately, the goddess Hong Zixia arrived in time and led a generation of white-haired queens to suppress Jiang Tunsheng, a super master. However, Ye Chuan didn't know how the national master Jiang Tunsheng left, and what happened to the goddess Hong Zixia and the white-haired queen Zhao Tianbi. He didn't know anything after he fell unconscious and fell to the ground.
Originally, Ye Chuan thought that the goddess Hong Zixia had followed her master, the White-haired Queen, back to the Heavenly Demon Sect. While she was practicing with peace of mind and waiting to take control of the Heavenly Demon Sect, when she heard what the national master Jiang Tunsheng said, it seemed that was not the case at all. Something happened!
"Zixia, where are you?"
Ye Chuan became worried and wanted to rush back to Middle-earth immediately to go to the Tianyao Gate to find out. The voice and smile of the goddess Hong Zixia appeared in his mind. The two of them lived and died together in the Demon Dragon Cave. Later, bits and pieces of practicing the Demon Dragon Scripture together gradually came to mind, and the idea of returning to Middle-earth immediately became stronger and stronger.