Blood stains continued to flow down the heart of the Great Grandmaster of the Qin Clan.

With it, there is also his breath of life.

The three-foot Qingfeng transformed by the bronze tripod has a strange devouring power, constantly devouring his life element.

He fell to his knees, his hair scattered, his old face as pale as paper was shocked, and his mouth and nose were constantly dripping with red blood.

"Zhao Wujiang, kill me, you will be in danger!" He gritted his teeth and roared.

Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent, he turned the hilt of his sword, and the sound of flesh and blood being stirred came, and the Great Grandmaster of the Qin Clan wailed bitterly.

"Zhao Wujiang, if the old man lives, he will definitely crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

"You won't be alive anymore." Zhao Wujiang pulled out the bronze sword, and the blood stains automatically dripped from the bronze sword, and the dust was clean.

"Wow"

The long sword was drawn, and the old man of the Qin clan spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, his breath languishing.

"Leave me alone," he finally wailed.

"Kun character, to Tulishi." Zhao Wujiang groaned lightly, the long sword in his hand turned into a green jade bracelet again, and when he returned to his hand, he lightly stepped on the ground, the edge of the stone bridge shattered, and the broken stone turned into a six-stone man, rushing towards the great master of the Qin clan.

"Boom." The stone man smashed the body of the Great Grandmaster of the Qin Clan with a punch and turned into a mist of blood in the sky.

Then the stone man completed his mission, turned into rubble, and rolled to the ground.

"You still haven't answered my question." Zhao Wujiang muttered softly, did not stop, and slowly walked forward along the stone bridge.

Several strong breaths were coming, and he ignored them, as if he were strolling leisurely.

Li Chunfeng, Li Xuanji and the others stared at the puddle of blood and a pile of rubble in front of them, with solemn expressions.

They couldn't believe it, less than half an hour had passed since Qin Hui, the Great Grandmaster of the Qin Clan, called for help, and he had already been killed? You know, this is the Great Grandmaster

"Could it be that he's healed?" Li Chunfeng's voice was low.

"Is it really Yuan Tiangang?" The Great Grandmaster of the Zhou Clan, Ji Tai, spoke.

Li Chunfeng nodded and pointed to the stones scattered on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Kun character, with Tulishi, it's Yuan Tiangang, that's right."

"But he is an old friend of us, and he has no deep hatred." Ji Tai wondered.

"His mind is hidden, and he does not speak to anyone, and it is difficult to speak." Li Chunfeng shook his head, his left hand tightly grasped the bronze lamp, and his eyes were far away, as if he saw the coffin at the end.

Do you mean it He sighed and looked at everyone:

"Everyone, let's go together.

Go to the coffin first, complete the tasks assigned to you by the clan, and then it's not too late to hunt for treasures together."

Everyone pondered and nodded one after another, Yuan Tiangang's strength, from killing Qin Hui, the great master of the Qin clan in a short period of time, you can get a glimpse of one or two.

Everyone present, except for Li Chunfeng and Li Xuanji, the others walked alone, and once they encountered interception, it would be difficult to protect themselves.

The crowd walked along the stone bridge.

Li Chunfeng was behind him, picking up the bloodstained gravel and piling it up like a tomb, his voice was weak, he couldn't see clearly, and muttered softly:

"Brother Qin Hui, why did you die here.

You don't deserve to die here, you don't deserve to die here."

He followed the crowd, and his eyes were cold in a different way.

Zhao Wujiang searched for treasures in the main hall, gold, silver and jade, rare treasures, and ancient books and atlases.

Today is different from the past, and now with his luck, he can no longer see or touch, but can read these ancient books.

The cover of the ancient book is sallow, the paper is as thin as the wings of a cicada, and it feels like it will be broken when it is touched, full of the breath of time.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened a book, even though he didn't know any of these words.

The characters are pictographic, and a comparison of the golden text can be found that there are similarities between the two.

Jin Wen inherited the oracle bone inscription, this should be the oracle bone inscription. Zhao Wujiang shook his head, put down the ancient books in his hand, he couldn't understand it, everything was in vain.

Jin inscriptions began at the end of the Shang Dynasty and flourished in the Zhou Dynasty, mostly inscribed on bronzes.

Bronze ware prevailed in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the ceremonial vessels were honored with the tripod, and the musical instruments were honored with the bell, so the golden inscription was also called "Zhong Dingwen".

And the oracle bone inscription, inherited the Great Yu Daxia and even more ancient years.

Zhao Wujiang kept searching, and finally found an ancient book written in gold script, caused by the animal skin of the ancient book, and the place where he touched it was already dry powder, obviously after too long years, it was about to turn into dust.

The ancient books of animal skins record that after the war of the merchants, Zhou Tianzi cast a tripod on the ceremony: Zhou Tianzi cast nine tripods, Tianyu Su, night ghosts cry!

Ghost crying in the rain and night? Isn't this Cangjie making words? Zhou Tianzi Zhuding also has such a vision?

How many miraculous things did the ancient ancestors experience? Is there really a god in the world?

Zhao Wujiang put down the ancient books of animal skins, the entire treasure hall, the only thing he was interested in was these ancient books.

Reading 10,000 books and traveling 10,000 miles, how many people can travel 10,000 miles in a lifetime?

It is also difficult to read 10,000 books, but it is relatively simple, and you can also get a glimpse of the long road of life from books.

The voices of people went from far to near, and then from near to far, thinking that Li Chunfeng and the clan were rushing to the end of the stone bridge.

Zhao Wujiang was not in a hurry, he stepped out slowly and walked towards everyone.

The clan's trip was by no means simply a treasure hunt, he already knew this in his heart.

If you come to share the treasure, you can enter Jiuzhi Mountain at any time, and there is no need to send someone here after many years.

Are you here to open the seal for the man in the coffin? He shook his head and smiled, it so happened that I came to strengthen the seal.

No matter who the person in the coffin was, not letting him out of trouble would be the best result for Zhao Wujiang.

As long as Zhao Wujiang was given some more time to become stronger, then few people in the world would be able to stop him in his way.

He followed behind Li Chunfeng and the others, gradually approaching the end.

Li Chunfeng's expression became more and more solemn, but he could glimpse a faint smile between his eyebrows.

Li Xuanji frowned and looked vigilant.

The remaining six clan elders of the seven clans quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the destination is approaching, as long as the tasks assigned by the clan are completed, then they can share the treasure and return to the clan earlier.

After a cup of tea.

A rotten wooden coffin filled with the breath of time appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Four chains as thick as one man hung from the sky and wrapped tightly around the wooden coffin.

The coffin hung in the air above the rolling magma, with many traces of decay on it, constantly telling everyone that it had been buried for endless years.

The coffin is also engraved with the ancestors' sacrifice maps, flowers, birds, insects and fish, various totems, and the ancient atmosphere hovers over the coffin.

The green dragon and white tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, the statues of the four spirits of the sky stand around the coffin, like arching guards and suppressing.

Li Chunfeng's expression was slightly respectful, and as soon as he raised his hand, the bronze ever-bright lamp in his hand fell steadily on the coffin.

I saw that his eyes were tightly closed, and his mouth kept chanting and listening to untrue muttering, like sacrificial words.

"Fire!"

When he finished muttering, he let out a low roar.

The wick of the bronze ever-bright lamp was dark red, and it ignited a green flame in an instant.

"Ming Huang Kaitai, the fire is coming!

I carry the Divine Fire to burn the life element, and the Divine Fire will not be extinguished, and I will live forever!"

A monstrous sea of fire spread out above the coffin with a roar, and the blue flames and red magma became the only remaining colors in everyone's eyes.

The fire burned through the coffin, and sawdust peeled off.

The ancestral sacrifice diagram began to shake, and the kneeling villain began to stand up and pull the chains wrapped around the coffin.

Flowers, birds, insects, and fish also seemed to come out of the painting in an instant, and began to peck or please, trying to pull the chains.

The totem also continued to unfold, turning into strange-shaped beasts and birds, scales and other creatures, and began to pull at the chains, trying to untie the chains.

Everyone looked at this strange scene in amazement, only Zhao Wujiang and Li Xuanji looked cold and ready to go.

(End of chapter)