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This time, the Black Snake tribe dispatched hundreds of people, and they were personally led by the patriarch, with masters like clouds, all of them burly and powerful.

Obviously, these clansmen are the elite of the Black Snake Clan.

Such a lineup is unprecedentedly powerful, and it can almost run rampant in the autumn wilderness and easily wipe out any tribe.

In comparison, the caravan was much weaker, with only a few dozen people, and there were only a few gods among them, and the most powerful was Qinglin, the Great Wizard of the Eight Leaves.

If the clan land of the grave tribe is really found and the treasure is found, once it is scrambled, how can the caravan withstand the attack of the Black Snake tribe?

Jiang Yi couldn't help frowning, such a situation was very unfavorable for the caravan.

But the young man of Qinglin did not panic, did not move at all, and rode on the wild horse steadily, leading the way at the front, as if he had some huge reliance, and could deal with the people of the vicious Black Snake tribe.

This road is the same road they walked when they came to Black Snake City, and they didn't expect to return from the same way now.

Jiang Yi already knew some things about the Tomb Clan from the mouth of the priest of the Black Snake Clan, and that Tomb Ridge was just a cultivation ground established by the Tomb Clan, not where his clan land was located at all.

But looking at the meaning of the young man of Qinglin, he really wants to take everyone to the tomb.

Those masters of the Black Snake Clan also seemed to see it, but they all seemed to be calm, and they did not speak, but silently followed behind the caravan.

Along the way, I met a lot of pedestrians, and even some caravans, who seemed to be preparing to go to Black Snake City, but when they saw this group of people from a distance, they showed a solemn look and avoided them one after another.

Soon, everyone came to the cemetery, and the crows cried blood, and it was gloomy.

However, Jiang Yi has already been here once, so he seems to be much calmer, and this time there is no black and white blood lurking in it, pretending to be a ghost, and he will not encounter anything terrifying.

However, after they came to the Tomb Ridge, they did not take the avenue, but under the leadership of Qing Lin, they went straight to the Tomb Ridge and went to the depths of the mountain.

Everywhere I went, there were graves, coffins, bones, and some ruins, which smelled of decay.

The deeper you go, the more the graves become, and you can see some wild beasts haunting them, making terrible cries that make people feel a sense of horror when they hear them.

Here, almost no one has set foot in it, it is full of weeds and desolate.

In the hand of the young man of Qinglin, I don't know when a black iron piece appeared, the shape of this black iron piece is irregular, it seems to be mutilated, and there are some strange textures on it, like a map.

Qinglin Gongzi held this piece of black iron and walked and stopped, as if looking for a way.

After a few hours, they had advanced dozens of miles, and entered the very deep part of the tomb ridge, where there was a ruin, and among the ruins, there were many rocks and ruins.

In the middle of this ruin, there is actually a well-preserved stone tower building, but if you look closely, you will find that this is not a stone tower at all, but a sarcophagus, but it is not placed according to common sense, it is erected, so it looks like a stone tower.

It's just that this sarcophagus, only half of which is left at this time, the cut surface is extremely smooth, and it is obvious that someone has cut it raw with a sharp weapon.

Around this sarcophagus, there are still some buildings, but they have all collapsed and become ruins, and the other half of the sarcophagus is smashed into these buildings, diving deep into the ground.

Here are the graves, and more!

There are a lot of white bones on the ground, and the soil is a dark red, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, which is a hundred years of wind and frost.

This scene is shocking!

It can let people know how tragic and spectacular the battle was back then.

Most of those white bones must belong to the Tomb Clan, but there are also many of them, from the tribes of the Autumn Desolation Land, as well as the masters of the Priest Temple.

The light of the great sun in the sky never seemed to shine here, and it seemed as if a burst of gloomy aura rose from the ground and circulated throughout the body.

"Qinglin Hall Envoy, is this the clan land of the Tomb Clan?" Bo Ya, the patriarch of the Black Snake Clan, asked with a slightly gloomy face.

In that tone, there are inquiries, and there are even more questions!

"This place has been searched by our Black Snake Clan, no less than a thousand times, and at the same time, countless people have come here to conduct a rigorous search, but unfortunately nothing has been found. ”

Hunting Kui Tieshi looked at Qinglin and said in a cold voice: "According to the information that my Black Snake Clan has, this is just a cultivation place established by the Grave Clan, and there may be a clan land of the Grave Clan at all. ”

Whew......

Everyone's eyes focused on Qinglin to see how he answered.

If this answer doesn't satisfy the Black Snake Clan, I'm afraid it won't be what it is now, and it's unimaginable.

Jiang Yi also looked over, this place is indeed not the clan land of the grave tribe.

Facing the questioning of the Black Snake Clan, in the face of so many pairs of eyes, Qinglin was still very calm, and did not panic at all, but asked rhetorically: "How did I say that this is the clan land of the Grave Clan?"

"Since it's not, why did you bring us here?" "Young Master Tiehuo stepped forward and raised his voice.

Qinglin glanced at him and said lightly: "Because only when you get here, can you know where the tomb tribe is." ”

"Oh?" the patriarch Bo Ya raised his eyebrows, then looked around.

He had been here many times, how many times, even he had forgotten about it, but he had not found anything at all, and he did not believe that he could find the clan land of the grave tribe from here.

But looking at Qinglin's words and deeds, it doesn't look like lying.

"Since this is the case, then there is Lao Qinglin's envoy. He said immediately.

At this time, Qinglin stepped forward, took out the black iron sheet again, examined it carefully, and then put it away and walked around the sarcophagus.

As he walked, his hands quickly sealed and pressed around the sarcophagus, and after a while, the sarcophagus was filled with the breath of death.

Chatter......

These death gases actually made a strange sound, as if they had come to life, turned into ghosts, and pounced on everyone.

"Hmph!" the young priest made Suo Tu snort coldly, stepped forward, and waved his big hand, and suddenly saw that those death qi had collapsed one after another, and disappeared, without hurting anyone.

"Yin Spirit!"

Jiang Yi's eyes flashed when he saw this scene.

Those death breaths, I am afraid that they were left behind when the tomb tribe existed, and they have been precipitated in this sarcophagus for hundreds of years, and gradually changed and turned into "yin spirits".

This kind of "yin spirit" is born with a desire for flesh and blood, and at this time, it seems to be stimulated by the Qinglin son in a special way, and it is about to pounce immediately.

Once you are pounced, it is immediately a dead end.

However, these "Yin Spirits" have not yet developed their sanity, they are only instinctive behaviors, so they are also very fragile, and any great wizard can kill them.

Even if he is a master of the Divine Transformation Realm, he can also deal with these "Yin Spirits" by stimulating the power of masculine qi and blood.

However, Jiang Yi's face did not relax because of this, but became more solemn, staring at the sarcophagus.

"The sarcophagus stood on the ground, sealed the dead qi, and after hundreds of years of sedimentation, it turned into a yin spirit, which is an ominous omen......" In his heart, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared.

At this moment, he seemed to know why there were so many graves and coffins in the cultivation place of this tomb tribe.

Because this tribe relies on absorbing dead qi to condense brute lines!

Under the grave, among the coffins, the place that can give birth to death is the most important place, so those of the grave tribe will always carry a coffin behind their backs.

This coffin can help them condense the brute patterns faster and become stronger and stronger, and it is also a tool for them to fight against the enemy.

Condensing brute patterns with death qi and using coffins as weapons, such a tribe, not to mention among the human race, even in this great wilderness, looks very weird.

Perhaps this is why the Tomb Clan was attacked by the Priests' Temple.

Those barbarian cultivators may not know what that death qi is, but as the eight-leaf great wizard, Suotu, Qinglin, will definitely not know that it is a kind of "yin spirit".

Jiang Yiwu is a fellow practitioner, and heaven and man are one, of course, he can see it immediately.

However, the sarcophagus was only slightly shaken by Qinglin Gongzi, and hundreds of "Yin Spirits" were stimulated, if it was completely opened, how many "Yin Spirits" would appear?

Moreover, there is a high probability that there is an incomparably powerful Yin Spirit.

"The sarcophagus stands on the ground, sealing the dead air!"

In an instant, an ominous omen rose in Jiang Yi's heart.

He silently calculated just now, and the Qinglin Gongzi had a total of eight handprints around the sarcophagus, and each handprint was different, which was extremely strange.

These eight handprints, corresponding to the eight directions of this ruin, vaguely seem to form a gossip shape, which communicates the veins of this mountain forest at once, thus inspiring the sarcophagus.

It seems that his cultivation is not enough, and there seems to be some kind of limitation, so that after his eight handprints are completed, he did not open the sarcophagus in one fell swoop.

The young man of Qinglin stood still with his back to everyone, staring at the sarcophagus in front of him, and no one could see the expression on his face.

After half a ring, he turned and walked over.

"How?" asked Boya, impatiently.

He had already seen that this Qinglin did have some skills, and he actually knew how to stimulate the sarcophagus and stimulate the qi of death from it, which showed that this huge sarcophagus could be opened.

In an instant, there was a storm in his heart, and he felt very surprised and incredible.