The end of the demon prince is already doomed.

Deprived of the power of the source, he gradually aged and died in the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar.

And those deprived of the power of the origin will help Ye Qingfeng's bottomless pit physique.

Ye Qingfeng was happy in his heart.

For her, getting one immortal and six peaks is no different from getting a piece of divine source.

The last two burial chambers remain.

Duan De's hexagram was extremely solemn.

"Isn't the hexagram bad?" Liu Jing leaned over and asked.

Duan De sighed, "It's not good, it's extremely bad."

All of them looked solemn.

Dealing with a demon prince and almost folding Tu Tian into it.

If there is a more powerful character than the demon prince and the crown prince, then I don't know who to fold in.

Ye Qingfeng sent a voice into the white jade bottle and asked those remnant souls, "What are the remaining two tombs buried?"

A remnant soul immediately said, "I know that one of them is an old minister who has sealed the eight demon kings. Those old ministers swore a blood oath to establish the country, and in their lifetimes, they only followed the eight demon kings."

There was another remnant soul, and then he said worriedly: "Moreover, you think, the Eight Demon King himself is a quasi-emperor realm, and his henchmen can go if he cultivates. If my expectations are correct, there are at least two Immortal Seven Saint Realms sealed in that tomb!"

"The Seven Great Sacred Realms of Immortals?!"

Liu Jing screamed.

The scalp of the mouse king is numb.

Duan De's face stiffened.

Even Xihe's face changed.

A peak of the Immortal Six was won by the joint efforts of everyone.

If you want to deal with the Seven Great Saint Realms of Immortals, I'm afraid you have to ask the old clan who shakes the light to seal before it can be done.

However, please move to seal the ancestor, it is not trivial.

It's easy to move, but it's hard to seal.

Generally, it is a matter of life and death that such an offensive act will be made.

Tu Tian was still lying weakly in the gourd, eating the spirit grass to ward off the cold, covered with a thick blanket, and there was a stove beside him.

In less than three or five months, I can't recover.

Ye Qingfeng groaned and said, "After all, we are too weak."

Xi and Duan De couldn't deny it.

It's not just that they are too weak, but the monks of this entire era are too weak, and it is difficult to even get out of the Immortal Five Saint Realm.

Ye Qingfeng asked again, "What's in the other tomb?"

A remnant said, "Then I don't know. But I know that the tomb is the treasure that the Eight Demon Kings put in and sealed the tomb themselves."

Duan De added in a deep voice: "The hexagram shows that there is no way! There is no chance of survival! It's dangerous! It is a hundred times more dangerous than the one that sealed the Seven Great Saint Realms of Immortals!"

The Willow Spirit Mouse King was so frightened that he didn't dare to fight the idea of the tomb at all.

Ye Qingfeng looked at Duan De: "Don't you have the autobiography of the demon king there, flip and flip more, maybe you can have a clue to that murderous thing."

"It's nature!" Duan De took out three extremely thick autobiographies, and said, "I read the book, but what are you going to do next?" Do you go, do you stay, or wait?"

Everyone looked at Ye Qingfeng.

The tomb has not been stolen yet, leaving two rooms, and I always feel regretful and itchy.

However, the hexagram shows nine deaths and one life, and the remnant soul knows the inside story, and also tells the opponent to be faced clearly.

The difference in strength between the two sides has been revealed.

Ye Qingfeng transmitted the sound into the white jade bottle and asked the poet and book Confucian: "That autobiography is from your hand, and the rest of the remnant souls may not know, do you have eyebrows?"

After thinking about it, the great Confucian of poetry and books said seriously: "If the last tomb really hides a very evil thing. That murderous creature is either the sleeping demon king himself, or it is a treasure he found in his later years."

Ye Qingfeng said, "What kind of treasure?"

The poet and scholar Daru sighed and said, "This treasure, the demon king only mentioned to me, there is such a good thing, and he will be buried with him. But what kind of treasure is it, but the demon king didn't

Mouthful."

According to the tips of the remnant soul, Duan De quickly found the year of the Demon King Debao.

Sure enough, there was only a simple and general mention of it, the demon king got the treasure, drank a hundred cups, and played music with thousands of demon concubines, and played music on the piano with thousands of demon concubines.

After that, the demon king dismissed the palace concubine and concentrated on the mausoleum.

"What a Merry Demon King!" The little demon king sighed, and then said, "That supreme treasure, said to be a supreme treasure, how powerful can it be? Breaking the sky, it's just a lost ancient emperor! We have two imperial soldiers in our hands, so we may not be afraid of him!"

Duan De shook his head: "The so-called supreme treasure may not be the imperial soldiers. In the imperial soldiers, with the word soldier, it is a weapon of killing. And some of the most powerful treasures can affect people's minds, or cast spells on people, or make people fall into illusions forever, they are all extremely powerful things."

Xi He then said, "If the baby itself is powerful and has generated a high-level machine spirit, then it will be even more powerful. No one to manipulate, no one to order, can be autonomous against the enemy. Such a treasure is called a treasure, and it is rightly right."

Tu Tian propped up his weak and cold body, opened his big mouth, and interjected, "This is the so-called baby Chengjing. And even the dignified quasi-emperor is regarded as a treasure thing, how far can it go. It's either an imperial soldier, or it's a good thing to be a fine one."

Prostration coughed a few times, always thinking about Tu Tian of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, holding an imitation of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, suddenly his eyes lit up again, and he coughed excitedly:

"Could it be the lid of the Sky Swallowing Demon Jar?!" It is said that the lid is made of the bones and bones of the Ruthless Emperor, and it is a little more powerful than the canister!"

Duan De's eyelids jumped, but he followed Tu Tian's words and said, "It's really possible!"

"Probably not."

Ye Qingfeng groaned, denied the speculation of the two, and shattered Tu Tian's dream.

If it is true, then it would be good, anyway, she has a strong sense of the imperial soldiers left by the ruthless emperor, and it is also an extremely cordial feeling.

If it was really as Tu Tian guessed, the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar would finally form a complete whole after separating more than 100,000 people.

However, Duan De's hexagram shows a desperate situation with no chance of survival.

In other words, the hidden treasure is not close to Ye Qingfeng.

"If you can find the lid of the Sky Swallowing Demon Jar, you should have a better chance of winning." Tu Tian rubbed the imitation, looking hopeful.

Duan De tried his best to pretend to be untouched.

However, Xi and the mouse king were all a little moved by this hypothesis.

Ye Qingfeng was outside the gourd, silent, paying attention to everyone in the gourd.

Duan De, who always likes to dig pits, dug here and there, and got a lot of secret information from the grave, I'm afraid he doesn't know where the can lid is.

However, Duan De was strict-mouthed, and if he didn't say anything, Ye Qingfeng didn't plan to ask for the time being.

And according to Duan De's temperament, Ye Qingfeng pondered, even if Duan De knew his whereabouts, he planned to swallow it alone, after all, it was half an imperial soldier.

At the moment, the most important thing is to decide whether to leave or to stay.

Everyone is waiting for Ye Qingfeng's decision.