There was a muffled sound, and Ye Chuan slapped his palm on the golden sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus that had been cracked by the halberd in Qing Tianhou's hand did not move at all, there was no change, and there was no increase in a crack that was even the size of a hair.

Ye Chuan's eyes were like torches, and the ten heaven-swallowing talismans in his body spun wildly, and he let out a loud shout, and slapped it out again without reservation. This time, the sound was so loud that the ground shook, however, the golden sarcophagus remained unchanged.

Ye Chuan's face was moved, and his heart was shocked.

In the tomb of the Great Monarch, seeing that there were large cracks in the golden sarcophagus every time the heavenly weather was chopped, I thought that this golden sarcophagus would not be difficult to break. Now, I know how wrong it was.

It's not that this sarcophagus isn't strong enough, it's that the weather is too fierce to be able to do it with another person.

"Come again!"

Ye Chuan didn't believe in evil, and silently recited the Demon Devouring Heaven Technique to launch a ferocious attack, and his fist rained down on the golden sarcophagus with a powerful stunge, and each blow brought a piercing sonic boom. The thick fog around them rolled violently under the strong momentum.

The old devil's eyes widened when he left the island, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and he couldn't meditate and cultivate at all.

Ye Chuan's attack didn't look like a mystery, but every punch and kick was amazingly powerful, and with his cultivation at the peak of the real realm, he didn't necessarily be able to harden it. What was even more surprising was that under Ye Chuan's stormy onslaught, the golden sarcophagus had hardly changed in the slightest. Obviously, it has cracked and looks like it is about to be completely shattered, but it just can't be broken, and it can't take out the eighteen demon god flags sealed inside.

A great killing weapon left by an ancient monarch, not to mention whether it can be refined, even how to take it out is a big problem.

Ye Chuan stopped, took out the Dragon Slaying Flying Sword and the Iron Blood Banner and other treasures and launched a fierce attack in turn, but helplessly, the golden sarcophagus still did not change. Maybe it's because the cultivation is limited and it's too far away from the sky, or maybe it's because there is some prohibition superimposed on the golden sarcophagus, and the more you get to the back, the stronger it is and the harder it is to break.

"It seems that I really have nothing to do with this treasure, I can see it but I can't touch it, and I can't eat it even when I eat it. ”

Ye Chuan smiled bitterly, stopped his attack and gasped for breath.

He's tried everything, and he's really out of the way now. It seems that he can only receive the Qinglian space, and then break through to the sevenfold realm of the real person realm in the future, and even try again one day when he breaks through to the semi-saint realm. The great killing weapon left by a generation of ancient kings is really not so easy to get!

"My lord, let me try. ”

The old devil came up from the island and scattered people, intending to make meritorious service in front of Ye Chuan. Taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly urged the power in his body, and the dragon head crutch in his hand was raised high. In an instant, a deafening dragon roar sounded in the void, and the moment this crutch slashed down, a faint dragon figure really appeared.

There was a muffled sound, the golden sarcophagus did not change, and the dragon head crutch in the hands of the old devil Lidao Sanren broke into two in response.

"This ......"

The old devil was sweating like rain when he left the island, his face was blue and white, and he was embarrassed while feeling sorry for the dragon head crutches.

I wanted to make a meritorious performance in front of Ye Chuan, but as a result, I was so disgraced that I even destroyed the dragon head crutch, a Qimen weapon that took advantage of it!

"Yes, Zhong Moli, you almost broke this sarcophagus. Take this flying sword. ”

Ye Chuan patted the old devil Zhong Moli's shoulder, and took out a flying sword with a unique shape and curved like a poisonous snake from the Qinglian space.

Black Snake Flying Sword!

Ye Chuan took out the treasure of the Black Snake Family in Donghai Prefecture and rewarded it to the old devil who had lost his dragon head and crutch, "This flying sword, called the Black Snake Flying Sword, is fierce and vicious, and it can't be easily attacked in the future." In addition, this flying sword seems to have been blessed by a certain anti-heaven master, although the imprint left in the flying sword has been removed by me, you still have to be careful, at least you must be warm in the body for 7749 days, and after it is thoroughly refined, you can sacrifice it and start with people. ”

Ye Chuan said in a deep voice that he didn't dare to be careless, although the Black Snake Demon God had already gone to the world of the dead with the Ghost King Du Sen, the Black Python Emperor who was faintly behind the Black Snake Demon God still made people uneasy and didn't dare to be careless.

"Yes, my subordinates understand, we must be careful!"

The old devil bowed and saluted, took the black snake flying sword and sensed the power fluctuations in the flying sword, and became excited, "My lord, this is ...... , this is the heirloom of the Black Snake Flying Sword of the Black Snake Family in Donghai Prefecture?"

Although the sea area of Gulang Island is far away from Donghai Prefecture, the name of the Black Snake family in Donghai Prefecture is still known to the old devil and the people of the island. When I traveled more than ten years ago, I had an intersection with the Black Snake Family, and I was almost caught alive by the master of the Black Snake Family.

"That's right, this is the Black Snake Flying Sword, the heirloom of the Black Snake Family. ”

Ye Chuan understood what the old devil meant by leaving the island, nodded and continued lightly: "Some time ago, I passed by Donghai Prefecture and destroyed the Black Snake family by the way. The Black Snake family is not very good, but this flying sword is still good, so let's practice it well. Let's go, let me see what's different about the third tomb marked on the dotted line on the map!"

Ye Chuan waved his hand to put away the golden sarcophagus, and together with many human-faced snakes, six-winged golden cicadas, and puppet doll Hei Kui, he received the Qinglian space, and swept towards the third tomb according to the map. Behind him, the old devil flew up from the island and followed, receiving the black snake flying sword into his body and slowly cultivating. Following Ye Chuan's side, not to mention the benefits in a short period of time, strengthened his confidence in resolving the disaster.

The Black Snake Family, which dominates Donghai Prefecture and covers the sky with one hand, will be destroyed if it is extinguished, what kind of power is still hidden in Ye Chuan, and what kind of power is behind it?

The old devil left the island and scattered people to follow closely behind Ye Chuan, but he couldn't calm down in his heart.

The power of the Black Snake family, he knew it, and he was once again shocked by Ye Chuan's power. Secretly glad that he made a wise choice this time and did not go against Ye Chuan.

The fog was thick and the two flew one after the other over the high mountains dotted with graves.

Here, no matter how experienced the demon beast hunter is, it is difficult to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and when he looks up, it is all thick fog, and many times he can only rely on the direction of the mountain range to judge the direction.

Ye Chuan looked at the kraken map in his hand from time to time as he walked, constantly adjusting the direction, and swept towards the third tomb marked by the dotted line as fast as he could.

The first tomb, the old devil has already broken into the island, and found a kraken token inside; the second tomb is the tomb of the great monarch who broke into it not long ago, although there is no trace of Zhu Sijia and the kraken patriarch and his party, but the harvest is rich; what about the third tomb next, what will be waiting for him?

Ye Chuan's speed is getting faster and faster, looking forward to meeting Zhu Sijia and the others, looking forward to finding the real Lost City.