"Boy Fei Ren, it seems that the two of us were separated from the others..."
Next to him, a faint old voice came, with a thoughtful tone.
"What the seniors said is true. The masters from all walks of life who entered the ancestral mausoleum seem to have been isolated by some kind of space formation..."
Looking up at the old figure beside him, Fei Ren also nodded.
The opponent's name is Timur, and he is also one of the five elders of the Shutuo tribe. He is not weak in strength and has reached the seventh level of the martial arts realm. He is also ranked among the fourth elders.
"I didn't expect that the inside of the ancestral mausoleum is actually a small underground world with its own space."
"It seems that this is indeed the burial place of Emperor Azir!"
After taking a deep breath, Timur spoke again, his gaze also sweeping towards the desolate grassland with surprise in his eyes.
"Emperor Azir?"
Hearing this, Fei Ren was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Emperor Azir is the powerful martial king who founded the Desert Dynasty. If His Majesty the Emperor had not failed to break through the shackles in the end and died, perhaps the Desert Dynasty would not have fallen into the internal fight between the prince and the prime minister. , and thus divide and perish..."
Sensing the doubtful look on the other person's face, Timur also stroked his beard and smiled, saying somewhat helplessly.
It seems that he also has some sighs and laments about the demise of the desert dynasty ten thousand years ago.
"Senior Fourth Elder, now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Let's go meet Senior Zhang and the others first..."
Without saying much, Fei Ren said calmly.
Now that the entrance to the ancestral mausoleum has been opened, in addition to the masters of the five major tribes, some outside warriors will definitely come upon hearing the news. By then, the competition for treasures and opportunities will inevitably become more intense.
Therefore, they also have to race against time, otherwise they may not even be able to drink the soup.
In addition, Fei Ren's current Yuanli cultivation is only at the third level of the martial arts realm. With his current strength, he is still unable to compete with the masters of the other four tribes. He also needs to rely on the power of Zhang Han and others as well as the Shutuo tribe.
"good!"
After Fei Ren woke him up, Timur came back to his senses and nodded with a solemn expression.
At the moment, there are only two of them, he and Fei Ren. They are weak and really need to catch up with the large army.
It would be easy to deal with some casual cultivators and warriors from small tribes, but it would be very troublesome and even dangerous if they met masters from the other four major tribes.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Flying straight across the sky, Fei Ren and Timur also flew in the direction where the energy aura was most concentrated, and at the same time left the desolate grassland here.
.....
Ancestral Mausoleum, the other side
An isolated peak stood quietly, with several tall figures vaguely emerging from it, surrounded by cliffs and howling winds.
"Clan leader, everyone is scattered. If you want to gather them all, it will take at least half a day..."
A rickety old man slowly stepped forward, his cloudy eyes narrowed like slits, and he spoke.
His name is Huomusi, and he is one of the five major tribes. He is a master of the Dali tribe. He has good strength and has reached the eighth level of the martial arts realm. This time he also came to the ancestral mausoleum with the team.
But what Homus never expected was that not only was the ancestral mausoleum a small world of its own, but there was also a space formation. As soon as a group of masters from their Dali tribe entered the ancestral mausoleum, they were mysteriously Separated by space formation.
"How many troops do we have now?"
Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in red robe with an extraordinary temperament and majestic brows also spoke in a calm tone.
"Reporting back to the clan leader, there are about six or seven people. As you can see, most of them are masters of the fifth level or above of the martial arts realm."
Faced with the inquiry from the middle-aged man in red robe, Homus quickly bowed his hand, then lowered his head and said respectfully, with a flattering tone.
The opponent's name is Abbas. He is not only very powerful and has reached the half-step martial arts realm, but he is also the leader of the current Dali tribe.
Therefore, in the face of Abbas's inquiry, Homus did not dare to show any slightness.
In addition, his achievements and strength today are all inseparable from the support of Abbas. At the same time, he is also one of the important confidants of the opponent.
"There are only six or seven people..."
"However, all of them are masters of the fifth level or above of the martial arts realm, which is enough."
Hearing this, Abbas also glanced around, and then nodded slightly.
"It is estimated that the situation of Indra, Hel and Zhang Han is similar to ours. Their people are all separated by space formations and cannot gather manpower in a short time. This is a good opportunity for us to explore the treasures of the ancestral mausoleum. Chance...."
As the leader of the Dali tribe, although Abbas himself is not weak, the masters of the Dali tribe under his command are of average strength. Compared with the masters of the Kshatriyas, Vaisyas and Brahma tribes, they are even more powerful. difference.
Therefore, maintaining this small team size for exploration is the most beneficial and most competitive for their Dali tribe.
"Send a message to others so that they don't have to come to join me and explore the treasures in the ancestral tomb on their own."
"If anyone discovers the ruins of the palace, I will reward you heavily, but anyone who dares not to report the information...will be killed!"
Thinking of this, Abbas also looked up at Homus who was aside, and spoke again.
For him, the other treasures in the ancestral mausoleum are just side dishes, and the only thing that is really important is the ruins of the royal palace.
After all, the legendary Emperor Azir, the mighty King of Martial Arts, was buried in the palace. Only by finding the ruins of the palace can we have a chance to obtain the inheritance left by Azir.
"Yes, Patriarch!" After hearing the order, Homus lowered his head again.
.....
Just as Abbas and others began to explore the ancestral tomb, the people from the other four major tribes did not leave behind and started to set off one after another.
On the other side, in front of a hillside
"The leader of the clan whoever finds the royal palace ruins first will be rewarded heavily!"
Looking at the masters in front of him, Indra looked majestic, and then raised his hand.
The opening of the ancestral mausoleum this time is a great opportunity for the Borno tribe to dominate the Qatar Desert.
He has been planning for this ambition for many years, so he cannot afford to slack off.
"Subordinates take orders!"
As soon as the words fell, all the masters of the Borneo tribe knelt down on one knee, speaking in unison, with a look of death on their faces.
At the same time, outside the ancestral mausoleum
"call!"
In the sky, a purple shadow came through the sky, as fast as a thundering giant.
"It seems that the ancestral mausoleum has been opened by the idiots from the five major tribes. It's not too late for me to come..."
I saw this beautiful purple figure with a tall, concave and convex figure, and her pretty face like a melon seed was covered with a layer of gauze at the moment, completely blocking her exquisite makeup. She exuded a terrifying aura of vitality from all over her body. It's like a fairy from heaven, with an otherworldly temperament.
Night Demon Fairy!
The purple figure with a powerful aura that made people feel frightened was the mysterious woman who almost killed Fei Ren, the Night Demon Fairy.
"I didn't expect that a Martial King would be buried in such a remote place on the border of the Ming Dynasty..."
"Haha, I am very lucky."
Her beautiful eyes turned to look at the entrance of the ancestral mausoleum below. The next moment, Fairy Night Demon also laughed, her voice was ethereal, and then she escaped into the ancestral mausoleum.
