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At the same time, on the other side
Under the guidance of the Big Dipper, experts from all walks of life rushed to the direction of the ancestral mausoleum, among which the five major tribes had the largest number of people.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
In the sky, two streams of Yuanli flashed past at very fast speeds.
"Senior Third Elder, how far is it from the location of the ancestral mausoleum...?"
Looking up at Kublai Khan on the side, Fei Ren asked aloud, his face solemn.
He noticed that a large amount of Yuanli aura was moving towards the north. In addition to the people from the five major tribes, there were also some outside warriors, and most of them were coming in a menacing manner. Apparently they were also coming for the treasure of the ancestral mausoleum.
"At our current speed, we can reach the ancestral mausoleum in half an hour at most!"
Facing Fei Ren's inquiry, Kublai Khan said calmly, his face also showing a trace of seriousness.
Opening the ancestral mausoleum this time is a great opportunity, and it is also an opportunity for their Shutuo tribe to rise.
Even if they fail to get the inheritance from that powerful Martial King Realm master, just getting part of the treasures in the ancestral mausoleum is enough to greatly increase the strength of their Shutuo tribe and get rid of the bottom position among the five major tribes.
Moreover, Kublai Khan's own Yuanli cultivation has been stagnant at the ninth level of the martial arts realm for a long time. If he can get a chance, there is also hope of a breakthrough and his strength will be further improved!
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After a while, Fei Ren and Kublai Khan rushed to a cliff.
At this moment, there are dozens of figures standing in the sky above the cliff. These figures have powerful auras. Most of them are masters of the five major tribes, and their Yuanli cultivation is basically above the sixth level of the martial arts realm. There is almost no weak one.
It seems that they are waiting for the opportunity to open the mausoleum. At present, these tribal masters are not acting rashly, but are waiting quietly.
"These guys came earlier than us..."
After taking a look at the large number of experts gathered at the cliff, Kublai Khan also spoke.
Among the crowd, he also recognized several old acquaintances, including Indra, the patriarch of the Borna tribe, and senior figures from the other three tribes.
Obviously, for the sake of this ancestral mausoleum treasure, the masters of the five major tribes did not slack off and almost came out in full force.
"Third brother, boy Fei Ren, you are finally here."
Not far away, Zhang Han also flew over from the sky, grinning.
"Senior Great Elder."
Looking at Zhang Han in front of him, Fei Ren also bowed his hand.
In addition to the other party, he was also followed by five or six martial arts masters with good auras. These people seemed to be the elites of the Shutuo tribe, and among them, the lowest cultivation level was at the sixth level of the martial arts realm.
At this time, in addition to the masters of the five major tribes, some casual warriors in the Qatar desert seemed to be alerted and rushed here. More and more masters gathered in front of the cliff.
The sky and the earth were densely packed and dark.
Below the cliff, in front of a black tombstone
"It seems everyone is here..."
Looking at the densely packed figures in the sky, the black-haired middle-aged man guarding here also grinned, and the next moment he jumped straight into the sky.
"Uh-huh!"
The figure broke through the sky, and everyone felt that their eyes were blurred. The black-haired middle-aged man came into the clouds. At this moment, he was exuding a heart-stopping fluctuation of Yuan Power, which seemed to be very powerful.
"Are you the tombkeeper of this term?"
Looking at the drunken black-haired middle-aged man, Indra narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.
According to the ancestral records handed down in their tribe, when the desert dynasty collapsed, there were still a group of gravekeepers left behind.
These tombkeepers are bound by some kind of life-and-death contract. Although they are born with extraordinary talents and super strength, they have to guard the ancestral mausoleum for generations and are responsible for protecting the treasures of the ancestral mausoleum. They are also forbidden to leave the Qatar desert for eternity.
As for the method of breaking this life and death contract, even Indra himself did not know. He had only heard a few rumors.
"That's right, it's me."
Facing Indra's inquiry, the black-haired middle-aged man also reached out and brushed the dust on his clothes, and said calmly, seeming a little unruly.
"Who is that person?"
At this time, Fei Ren also spotted the figure of the black-haired middle-aged man, with a surprised look on his face.
The other party is not only powerful, but also seems to know a lot about the five major tribes.
"Gravekeeper."
Zhang Han exhaled heavily and spoke out.
Gravekeeper?
It was also the first time Fei Ren heard about the fact that there were tombkeepers in the ancestral mausoleum. Zhang Han and Kublai Khan had not mentioned it to him before.
"Actually, this is my first time meeting the tombkeepers. There were only rumors about them before..."
As if aware of Fei Ren's thoughts, Zhang Han also stroked his beard and smiled.
Although he didn't know how the tomb keeper came, everyone present was focused on opening the ancestral tomb and obtaining the treasures inside, so they didn't care so much about these past rumors.
"There really is a family of tombkeepers. It seems that you are Huang Shikong..."
In the sky, a gray-haired old man wearing a green robe and a bone sword on his waist also spoke.
The gray-haired old man's name is Heer, and he is the leader of the Vaishya tribe. Unlike others present, he has had some contact with the descendants of the tomb keeper in the past. He understands a lot of things.
"Huang Shikong? That old guy has been dead for many years. You may have no chance of finding him."
Facing Hel's temptation, the black-haired middle-aged man shook his head and smiled lightly.
"died?"
When the words fell, Hel was a little surprised.
In his memory when he was young, the tomb keeper was from a family named Huang. Among them, the tomb keeper was a powerful warrior named Huang Shikong.
"My name is Huang Tian, and I am the old guy's son."
"Hey, I've been so unlucky for eight lifetimes. I'm actually the descendant of some bullshit gravekeeper. What's my destiny..."
Crossing his arms with his chest, the middle-aged man in black robe named Huang Tian also shrugged, his expression a little helpless.
"Huang Tian, since you are the tombkeeper of this term, you must also know how to open the ancestral tomb...?"
On the side, Indra spoke again, and his tone was a little urgent.
Compared to the family of tombkeepers, what he cares more about is the treasures in the ancestral tombs and the chance inheritance left by the legendary emperor of the Desert Dynasty.
"Simple."
"Did you see that black tombstone? There are five different gaps on that black tombstone. Just put the five mausoleum opening keys in your hands into the corresponding gaps to successfully open the entrance to the ancestral mausoleum. .”
Glancing at the impatient Indra, Huang Tian also snorted coldly, and then pointed to the black tombstone on the cliff below.
He is not interested at all in the treasures of the ancestral mausoleum.
As a descendant of the tomb keeper, Huang Tian only had one thought in his mind, which was to break the life-and-death contract with him, break away from his identity as a tomb keeper, and venture into the broader outside world, free and easy.
