Seeing this, Mo Yuchen smiled dumbly.

He didn't expect that Boyang Shutang, a master at the level of the Transformation God Realm, would be so sensational.

At that moment, he comforted helplessly: "Uncle don't worry, presumably you will also go to Zhenhai Divine Palace in the near future, and we will definitely meet again then." ”

"That's right, I'm going to go to Zhenhai Shrine after I get married to Yan'er, but it's a pity that you can't come to drink our wedding wine. ”

Bo Yangshu shook his head and said, with a look of regret on his face.

"Haha, although I can't drink the wine, my blessing will definitely be delivered when it is a brother. ”

"Here, I wish my uncle and Miss Lan in advance to grow old and be married forever. ”

Mo Yuchen clenched his fists and blessed him from the bottom of his heart.

"Thanks to Brother Mo's auspicious words, he will meet in the Sea God Palace in the future, and I will make up this cup of wine for you. ”

Boyang Shu also hugged his fists in response.

Then, after smiling at each other, the two began to sweep through the room, until they finally found nothing of value before leaving together.

Back in the main hall, the two continued to look around carefully.

During this time, they found several more small houses, but they did not get anything of value.

Only one of these small houses was the secret room where the original owner of this ancient tomb cultivated.

The chamber looked empty, though, and didn't get anything of value.

However, there is also a small house that is in disarray, both on the walls and on the ground, there are blood stains everywhere, and there are traces of fighting.

As soon as they stepped into the small house, Mo Yuchen and Yang Boshu were almost stunned by the fishy smell inside.

In the end, they judged from the clues in the small room that this place was the place where the original owner of the ancient tomb raised the fierce beasts.

But after the food was exhausted, these beasts that grew up broke free from their cages because they were too strong.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, let alone dozens of fierce beasts.

When these fierce beasts ran out of food, they immediately began to fight each other, and in the end, only the two strongest sword-horned Sky Swallowing Crocodiles remained.

And one of them ran outside for some unknown reason.

After sweeping a few small houses, Mo Yuchen came to the secret room where the original owner of the ancient tomb was cultivating.

Although it was empty, the two of them noticed a portrait on the wall behind the chamber.

The portrait is of a middle-aged man with heroic hair.

The man was carrying a blood sword, he looked very handsome, the corners of his slightly hooked mouth looked extremely evil, and the blood-red eyes on his face were staring at Mo Yuchen and Boyang Shu who were in the secret room at this time.

"Uncle, do you feel that this senior in the painting seems to be staring at us?"

Mo Yuchen looked at this portrait carefully, and there was some inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Yes, I feel the same way, as if we are not facing a painting, but a real person. ”

Bo Yangshu looked at the portrait on the wall and said with some palpitations.

"Do we want to bow down? Anyway, we also have a lot of treasures, and it is also appropriate to show respect for our ancestors. ”

Mo Yuchen looked at Bo Yangshu and said seriously.

Anyway, he was going to pay a respect, after all, he not only got the blood sword, but also got a lot of martial arts.

"Mmmm, Brother Mo is right, we should pay a respect!"

Boyang Shu nodded when he heard this, then stepped forward and bowed three times in a row to the portrait hanging on the wall.

"The younger generation knows that his talent is dull, and I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the eyes of his predecessors. ”

Boyang Shu muttered a few words before straightening up.

Seeing this, Mo Yuchen also stepped forward and bowed three times to the portrait on the wall.

"Alas......"

However, just after Mo Yuchen finished bowing, an old sigh suddenly sounded in the secret room.

When Mo Yuchen and Boyang Shu heard this, their bodies suddenly shook, and they looked at each other in disbelief.

At this moment, the portrait hanging on the wall suddenly emitted a fiery blood-colored light, illuminating the entire cultivation secret room.

Whew!

......

At this moment, the entire overseas people and sea beasts all felt a powerful coercion, descending from the void, the more powerful the martial cultivator, the more powerful the coercion felt.

Especially the domain masters of the Nine Domains overseas, they felt the most profoundly.

At that moment, they were even overwhelmed by this coercion, their bodies could not move, their pupils contracted violently, and their faces were full of horror.

"This coercion is ......"

"Oh my God, even the inland Prajna Holy Lord doesn't have such a powerful coercion!"

"Could it be that this is the birth of our ancestors who have been hidden overseas?"

......

The nine powerful domain masters couldn't hide the horror in their hearts at this moment, and in the face of this powerful coercion, they felt like a mouse.

It is impossible for them not to be shocked.

Because if such a strong person wants to destroy the sea area under their control, no matter who they are, they will definitely not be able to stop it.

And under a deserted deserted island near the East China Sea, a sea Jiao that had been sleeping for a long time suddenly woke up and wanted to take off.

However, its body was pressed into the magma underground, immobilizing it.

"Roar......

"This is the breath of the human race? impossible, how can there be such a powerful martial arts cultivator overseas......"

This ninefold sea Jiao of the Transformation God Realm roared angrily.

But even though his roar was full of anger, his eyes were full of nervousness.

All over the Nine Regions overseas, countless powerful martial cultivators couldn't help but raise their heads and look up at the sky, their faces full of shocked and nervous looks.

And the ancient tomb in the depths of the Sea of Death, in the secret room of the Golden Palace.

In the horror on Mo Yuchen and Bo Yangshu's faces, the middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored robe and carrying a blood-colored sword in the scroll on the wall of the secret room suddenly walked out of a burst of blood.

He was like an immortal in the immortal realm at the moment, although he did not exude any energy fluctuations from his body.

But his arrival has frozen the space here.

Mo Yuchen and Bo Yangshu suddenly felt that their bodies were not under their control, and they couldn't even move between their fingers.

"What's going on?"

Although the two of them couldn't move, their eyes could still see clearly.

They found that the man in front of them was the man in the painting that they had just bowed three times.

Of course, compared with the person in the painting, the middle-aged man in front of him seems to be older and has a more stable temperament, but his blood-colored eyes still have not changed.

Is this the owner of the tomb?

"Hehe, it's been eight thousand years, but I didn't expect that the blood sword left by the old man back then could finally be tamed. ”

The original owner of the ancient tomb glanced at Mo Yuchen with his eyes, his face showed joy, and he said with a smile, looking very kind.