Chapter 719 Divine Coffin
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Zi RanWords: 1158Update Time: 24/01/19 04:41:53
The flying sword swelled in the wind. Driven by Fu Shiyi, it roared and a silver light flashed below the tomb. In an instant, a large section of the pile was cut off. However, the next moment, the cut away place returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye. .
Several times in succession.
The tomb is still safe and sound!
"maze?!"
Fu Shiyi was shocked.
Her fourth-level formation of "The Divine Power of Soul" can break through, but it has no effect on the tomb in front of her. Fu Shiyi circled around a few times, but didn't see any clues about the formation.
"let me try."
The sixth sister was silent for a moment.
Close your eyes.
There is a strange seal on his right hand.
His left hand brushed his eyebrows.
An unknown mysterious spell was chanted in his mouth:
"The ancient god, Wu Zhu... the blood of the sacrifice, break it!"
“Buzz!!!”
Instantly.
A black light as thick as a little finger shot out from the center of Sixth Sister's eyebrows and landed on the tomb. The whole tomb trembled violently, but they saw a sacred coffin placed under the tomb.
"Is there really a dead person buried in the coffin?"
Fu Shiyi still needs to take a closer look.
The sixth sister groaned.
The black light between her eyebrows disappeared.
Sixth Sister's face was a little pale, but her eyes were shining brightly:
"Eleven, the rare and rare herbs are in the divine coffin."
It is not the dead who are being buried.
It turned out to be a sacred grass! !
Fu Shishi was very happy:
"Sixth Sister, can you open the coffin?"
"Can you follow my way?"
Sixth Sister said half happy and half worried:
"This divine coffin should belong to the ancestors of the Tian family. They used ancient spells. This spell is different from the formation. I am afraid that only someone with the blood of the Tian family can use the spell to open the divine coffin."
Tian family.
It has declined more and more over the past few hundred years.
According to the power and resources at their hands, it is logically difficult to cultivate another golden elixir. However, over the years, the golden elixir has never been cut off. Presumably, the secret is in this grave.
"There's always a way."
Fu Shiyi pondered for a moment.
Pointing to the red rush grass on the snow-capped mountains nearby:
"Red Lingcao is the last batch of mature elixirs among the eight medicine mountains in this mountain range. It seems that there are no traces of the elixirs rotting on the ground on this mountain. In this case, the person who collected the medicines should have appeared."
Sixth Sister's eyes lit up.
Then a look of worry flashed:
"Eleven, didn't you say that there is a fifth-level demon king hidden in the canyon? If the demon king wakes up, then we are in for a big disaster!"
"Isn't this medicine collector necessarily the big monster?"
Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes.
Considered:
"The Tian family disciples who entered the secret realm have the same foundation-building cultivation level as us. I thought about it. No matter what, it is impossible for a fifth-level demon king to obey the instructions of a group of foundation-building monks. Moreover, it has been almost two years since we entered the garden. No matter how careful we are, it’s impossible for this fifth-level demon king to be unaware of it.”
"What do you mean by eleven?"
"Sixth Sister, let's stay put for now. There is something fishy going on, and we will probably find out soon."
"Okay, then I'll listen to you, Eleven."
Fu Shiyi used a soundproofing technique, and the two of them communicated for a while and then found a corner in the Hongcheng Formation to hide. The whole garden returned to tranquility. This tranquility was broken one night seven days later.
"clang!"
"Clang clang!!"
Fu Shiyi, who was dozing, suddenly opened his eyes.
But I saw that the two 300,000-year-old Cangling trees on the east and west sides of Cangling Mountain made a sound like gongs. The south and north sides also made several "dong dong" and "dong dong dong" sounds. The sound of a big drum.