The sound of rustling footsteps suddenly came closer from far away.
The fog was thick and nothing could be seen, but Ye Chuan's ears suddenly stood up and he came back to his senses. He raised the iron-blooded flag as quickly as possible and put himself on full alert, and rolled his cold murderous aura in the direction of the footsteps.
Although Qing Tianhou, National Master Jiang Tunsheng and many demons have left, it cannot be ruled out that there are still some powerful casual cultivators left. Ye Chuan does not dare to be careless at all. After being severely injured by Qing Tianhou, he was now bleeding and afraid that he would not be able to use his five powers. Suddenly he encountered a powerful demon, and the consequences would be disastrous.
"Sir, it's me!"
In the fog, a vaguely familiar voice came. Not long after, a tall figure walked out of the fog. He was tall but slightly hunched, with many wrinkles on his face. He was holding a hand. A walking stick with a dragon head. It was none other than the old devil Li Dao Sanren who was famous in the nearby waters.
"It's you?"
Ye Chuan was a little surprised and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to let down his guard.
In the Maharaja's tomb, the old demon Liandao Sanren not only did not add insult to injury, but also risked being burned to ashes by the fire elves to warn him, which gained a lot of favor in Ye Chuan's heart. However, people's hearts are unpredictable and one should never trust others easily, especially at this time. There is no difference between being careless and seeking death.
Who wouldn’t want the Eighteen Demonic Flags, the great murder weapon left behind by a great king
Ye Chuan did not dare to be careless, and the ten sky-swallowing talismans in his body rotated together, secretly brewing the most powerful attack.
"Yes, it's me."
The old devil Lidao Sanren nodded, who is he? The big demon running rampant saw the wariness in Ye Chuan's heart at a glance, stopped walking forward, and said: "Sir, I have no ill intentions, and I have no objection to the Eighteen Demonic God Flags in the golden sarcophagus. Think. Many things are destined. If it is mine, no one can take it away from me. If it is not mine, it cannot be taken away. Even if it is snatched, it cannot be kept or even refined."
"You do have some self-awareness."
Ye Chuan smiled, looked at the old devil up and down like a person on the island, and sat down cross-legged to bandage the wounds on his body. He put the iron-blooded flag aside and concentrated on healing his wounds, deliberately not looking at the old devil again.
The mountain was dangerous, and he could fall into some kind of restriction or encounter a powerful demon at any time. He couldn't let the wound get worse, so Ye Chuan quickly bandaged the wound to heal it. In addition, this is also a test of the old devil Lidao Sanren. If the latter really has any evil intentions, now is definitely the best time to take action.
"I, Zhong Moli, have always been self-aware and cautious. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today."
The old devil Lidao Sanren smiled coquettishly. The power fluctuations in his body were stable and calm. There was no murderous intention on his body, and there was no sign of taking action. On the contrary, he had a sad face with many thoughts on his mind. "However, the journey of cultivation will become more difficult as it gets later. No matter how careful you are, I’m afraid this time too, the deadline has come, alas…”
"Do you want me to help you resolve the disaster and avoid going crazy?" Ye Chuan observed the words and quickly understood the meaning of the old devil Li Dao Sanren. He suddenly realized that no wonder the old guy took the risk to help you in the tomb of the monarch. He was prepared for it.
"Yes! Sir, I really can't resist this time. The Qimen point is getting more and more painful, and it is becoming more and more difficult for the true energy in the body to circulate. Before the clone is condensed, I am afraid that I will collapse. Sir, you You must save me!"
The old devil Lidao Sanren spoke sincerely and bowed respectfully. They even wanted to kneel down to Ye Chuan. At this time, his life was almost gone, and he could no longer care about his face and identity.
After decades of practicing the ancient clone technique, he felt something was wrong. After breaking into the holy land of the Kraken clan, the symptoms became more and more obvious. This time, I'm afraid it's no longer an ordinary obsession, but a life-and-death deadline, and he has absolutely no confidence that he can survive it on his own.
As a master at the pinnacle of the Real Realm Realm, Zhong Moli, a Sanren from the Island, has experienced many obsessions in his life, but it has never been as intense as this one. The unprecedented feeling of danger completely destroyed his self-confidence, and he could not find any way to deal with it. He deigned to seek refuge with Qingtianhou because he wanted to find a big backer to help him tide over the difficulties. Unexpectedly, Qingtianhou was very powerful, but unfortunately, he was not reliable at all. On the contrary, it was Ye Chuan, the fake Benleimen Supreme Elder, who gave the worried old devil a glimmer of hope.
"I know a thing or two about the Ancient Clone Technique and have practiced it before. However, I haven't practiced it deeply or mastered it, so I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm sorry, but if you really feel that the end of life and death has come, you'd better go find a master who defies heaven as soon as possible. , don’t waste time here." Ye Chuan politely refused, paused, looked at the old devil and smiled, "By the way, haven't you already surrendered to Qingtian? Why don't you go to him? It won't happen once, Maybe it will be done the second time, and it will be done as soon as Qingtianhou takes action."
"Sir, you are a master who defies heaven, and only you can save me. My lord, please."
The old devil Lidao Sanren became anxious and knelt down with a plop, "Sir, as long as you help me, from now on, I, Zhong Moli, will be your servant. I swear to be loyal to you for the rest of my life and never betray you. My relationship with Qingtianhou is, at best, He is just one of his disciples, just an ordinary surrender without swearing allegiance, and I am waiting for him..., he... "
Seeing the teasing smile on Ye Chuan's face, the old devil Lidao Sanren became anxious. However, after all, he had taken refuge in Qingtian Hou. Although the latter was chilling, he did not want to speak ill of him in front of outsiders. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disguised form of saying that he is a duplicitous person
A flash of admiration flashed across Ye Chuan's face, and he saw the change in the old devil's expression on the island, and said: "I understand, helping people resolve life and death situations has always been the most dangerous and troublesome, and even Qingtianhou is unwilling to take action. I..."
Ye Chuan shook his head, looking helpless and uninterested in the old devil's loyalty to the islanders.
"Sir, I have a book of ancient clone techniques that I can dedicate to you!" The old devil Liandao Sanren replied, hoping to impress Ye Chuan. He also knows how to help people resolve the difficulties and dangers of life and death.
Ye Chuan smiled and shook his head again, "The remnant copy of your ancient clone technique has already caused problems in your own cultivation, so what's the use of me?"
The old devil Lidao Sanren wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Sir, I have an island with hundreds of disciples and servants on the island, as well as a gold mine, all of which are dedicated to you, how about it?"
"Zhong Moli, right? Do you think these earthly things are useful to me?" Ye Chuan shook his head, his heart moved, but on the surface, his tone was indifferent, as if he was a worldly master and aloof from the world.
"Sir, I can swear allegiance to you and be your sworn warrior. I..." The old devil Lidao Sanren was anxious and wanted to give Ye Chuan a bigger reward. They racked their brains but couldn't think of it. The way of human nature is that when the book is put to use, it will be regretted. However, when it comes to using crystals, treasures, etc., you will realize that no matter how much you have, it is not enough.
"Hey, Zhong Moli, do you think I lack subordinates and dead soldiers?" Ye Chuan shook his head again. After all, Lidao Sanren was already a dominating demon, and he was not very satisfied with how little he could squeeze out. of.
"I..., I also have a few flying swords and a dragon-headed walking stick..."
The old devil had no choice but to leave the island alone. He even wanted to give the crutch in his hand to Ye Chuan and racked his brains to think about all the family assets that had some weight. Thinking about it, he suddenly slapped his forehead hard and took out a sheepskin from his arms, "By the way, sir, I have an ancient map of the Kraken, which records the topography of the sacred land of the Kraken race. With this map, Maybe we can find the real lost city, you see..."
"Picture of Siren?"
Ye Chuan's eyes lit up. Before the old devil could hand it over, he grabbed the ancient sheepskin from the air and photographed it. He looked down and quickly became excited.