Ye Yichen inhaled deeply, gathering all the true qi in the qi veins of his body on his feet. True power was stored around his feet, and the invisible true qi turned into tangible thunderbolts between the stirrings, flickering at his feet. Ye Yichen slowly bent his knees and made a vertical leap posture, and then kicked the ground with both feet and jumped up.

The true power accumulated on his feet easily carried Ye Yichen to a thousand feet in the air, and he flew rapidly in the air, and in a few moments, he entered the sky above the interior of the imperial tomb. Ye Yichen's body was as light as a swallow, and he quickly landed on the ground silently. None of the guards noticed the stranger's invasion of the Imperial Tomb.

After confirming that there was no patrol in the Imperial Tomb, Ye Yichen leaned down and lightly pressed his right hand to the ground, casting the spell he had cast in a basin in the northern part of Ningchuan.

The lilac light overflowed from Ye Yichen's right hand, and then quickly flowed in all directions, spreading to every corner of the Imperial Tomb, ensuring that there would be no misses. Ye Yichen's expression was solemn, holding his breath, unwilling to give up any clues about the "treasure" he was searching for.

After a while, Ye Yichen exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly withdrew his right hand, and a complicated look appeared on his face, not knowing whether he was happy or worried.

"It's true that there is no mistake in this vicinity, and you can clearly feel the huge and incomparably large spiritual power fluctuations, but the reaction is obviously from the deep underground. If you want to take it out, you will have to destroy many tombs in this area, it is inevitable that it will be inappropriate, what should you do?" Ye Yichen muttered to himself, but he couldn't think of an ideal plan to take out the "treasure" from the ground.

Just as Ye Yichen was in deep thought, two black figures suddenly flashed in the sky due north. Ye Yichen felt a sense of oppression from a powerful spiritual power, and knew that someone with great strength was approaching here, so he immediately suppressed his aura for the time being, and hid behind an extremely tall tombstone.

Not long after, two men in black cloaks quietly appeared in the imperial tomb. Ye Yichen sensed the arrival of the two of them for the first time, and gathered the true qi of his body in his ears, listening intently to the content of the conversation between the two.

"This seems to be the only place we've never searched. One of them said in a black robe.

I only heard another respond: "Not really, in addition to here, there should be an area in the south of Ningchuan that has not been searched, and the rest of the people should be gathering there now." ”

When Ye Yichen heard the conversation between the two, his heart was immediately shocked, and his brows were tightly locked, as if he was afraid that these black-robed guests had the same purpose as himself.

After a long silence, Ye Yichen seemed to be as anxious as a fire, and after a long time, a black-robed guest finally spoke: "It's strange, there's no here, isn't it really on Moon Shadow Island?"

"It's not here, it seems, there's only one last hope left. ”

Ye Yichen couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, as if he was extremely shocked that there was another treasure hidden on this Moon Shadow Island.

Just as Ye Yichen was showing a restless look, there was a change in the imperial tomb. Around the two black-robed guests, a pitch-black hurricane suddenly rolled up on the ground, and in the center of the hurricane, a very powerful aura spread outward, and the void was filled with subtle fluctuations due to the influence of this aura. The strength was as strong as Ye Yichen, and he felt an inexplicable breathing discomfort, and it took a while before he was relieved.

"Who is the divine who came this time, and the strength seems to be on par with mine. Ye Yichen's heart couldn't help but feel another layer of waves.

When the hurricane cleared, the figure was revealed, and the person was dressed in the same way as the other two black-robed guests, apparently belonging to the same "faction".

"Don't bother searching around, we've found it at the top of a mountain peak in the south of Ningchuan, you two hurry up and join everyone. This person's voice was deep and deep, and although he had tried his best to suppress his voice, Ye Yichen, who was engrossed, could still hear it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, the man turned into a black hurricane and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Yichen stretched out his head from behind the tombstone to investigate the situation, but he happened to see the scene of the person with a huge aura turning into a black wind and disappearing, he said to himself in an imperceptible voice: "It turns out that these people are good at spatial transfer spells, no wonder they can appear in an instant and disappear in an instant. ”

Just as Ye Yichen was thinking, the two remaining black-robed guests glanced at each other, and the two of them jumped up together, straight up to the clouds, and then galloped towards the south of Ningchuan.

Ye Yichen looked back at this mausoleum, with a hint of hesitation on his face, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally shook his head, and suddenly jumped thousands of feet into the air, following the two to the south of Ningchuan.

In the southern part of Ningchuan, at the peak of the Arc Moon Ridge, a strange aura is spreading around. I saw dozens of similarly dressed black-robed guests forming a circle on the top of the peak, making handprints of the same shape at the same time, and gently reciting complex and profound incantations in their mouths.

The low chanting voice was like a demon's whisper, and it seemed so terrifying in the quiet darkness of the night that the listener could not help but tremble.

After a long time, the chanting finally came to an end, and the silence of the four fields returned. But what seems like a sign of peace is the last calm before the storm.

The jet-black stream of light swirled and danced on the summit, depicting an ancient and intricate circle of shapes in a moment.

The pure black circular array is made up of three rings superimposed together, covering almost three zhang in a square circle. On the top of the most marginal ring, there are strange runes of different shapes, which are dense and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The central ring is painted with all kinds of strange monsters, such as demon dragons and strange birds. Located in one of the inner rings, it was filled with many tragic scenes of natural and man-made disasters, and the entire array released an extremely fierce cold aura, as if the air currents in the surrounding void were frozen and sealed.

There was no pattern in the center of the circular array, and there was only a blank space, and at this moment, from that vast blank space, a dark light rose from the ground, rushing straight into the sky, breaking through the ninefold clouds. In an instant, the mountain peak suddenly broke apart from the center, and in the dark black light, something like the hilt of a sword slowly rose from the crack in the peak.

It is better to call it a hilt than a hilt because of its bulky and bulky shape. At first glance, it is not much different from the grip of the weapon carried by ordinary guards, and there is no ornate decoration, which is very old and unremarkable. If it weren't for the four extremely profound and strange runes engraved on it, no one would have been interested in it.

Perhaps it is this seemingly ordinary and bleak thing that does not have a glamorous body at all that can show its incomparable charm!

At this moment, Ye Yichen, who followed the two black-robed guests to the vicinity of Mochizuki Peak and witnessed everything that happened in a moment, was deeply attracted by the "ordinary" hilt, his eyes were fixed on him for a moment, and the expression on his face also changed in a short period of time. From doubt to shock, from disbelief to horror, in the end, Ye Yichen's face turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, seeing such pure fear on his face for the first time.

A historical document called "Demon Tribulation" records everything that happened five hundred years ago.

The Demon Venerable exterminated humanity and took pleasure in witnessing the scene of blood splattering and hearing the endless wails of sorrow. In the five years since Wushuang appeared in the world five years ago, he brutally tortured and killed more than a million innocent people, and almost no one in the world has equal his strength.

In many documents that record this period of history, the reason why the Demon Venerable is invincible in the world is explained by the fact that his cultivation of peerless demonic skills has reached the realm of perfection, and he has gained unparalleled power at the cost of losing his mind. And in this "Demon Tribulation", the reason for the strength of the Demon Venerable has a completely different analysis.

Demon Venerable Warriors never mentioned the name of his weapon, but someone who had seen it in its entirety and miraculously survived it depicted the "knife" in detail on paper. The man was a famous painter and possessed a memory beyond the average person, so he drew the runes carved on the hilt of the knife without any bad marks. According to the description on the painting, it can be observed that this knife only has the hilt, and the Demon Venerable Wushuang originally poured his own spiritual power into the runes on the hilt, and the runes transformed the spiritual power into a dark black blade-like pillar of light, and shot out from the hilt, so that it was no different from a real knife.

In order to understand the detailed characteristics of this magic knife, the painter asked one of his friends who liked to travel far and wide to find someone who knew the runes of the Demon Realm. The friend is very righteous, and he went to the soup for his friend, and after all the hardships, he finally found a descendant of the demon race who was friendly with humans three years later. When the demon descendant first saw the runes drawn, he was only familiar with them, but he couldn't translate them into words immediately, and finally he re-read an ancient demon dossier written thousands of years ago and found the answer. Each of the four runes represents a single character, which is literally translated as "Measuring the Murderous Blade".

The descendant of the demon clan was shocked when he translated these four words, it turned out that he was also a master of the world, and he was in retreat in a cave during the wreaking havoc of the Demon Venerable, so he did not know anything about this wave of calamity that rolled up between heaven and earth. According to his understanding of the potential meaning contained in these four runes, he bluntly said without the slightest scruple that the spiritual power contained in this "Measuring Tribulation Blade" was no less than that of the Innate Treasures such as the Four Swords of Killing and Trapping and the Chaos Bell, and even more powerful than the Innate Treasures.

According to the theory of this descendant of the demon race, even if the user has not yet broken through the realm of enlightenment, if he knows how to use this sword, he can easily defeat the enemies of the immortal realm. However, the wielder of this sword will also be polluted by the extremely evil aura carried by the sword, and will be transformed into a "mad demon" who takes pleasure in tyranny and killing.

The artist was convinced of the opinion of this demon descendant, so he thanked him and recorded all the points of his words. Later, in order to prevent the precious information he had painstakingly collected from being buried, the painter gave all his paintings and records to a talented civil official at that time, and asked him to organize these materials into documents and pass them on in the form of historical books, so there was this volume of "Demon Tribulation".