Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 354 You Are Not the Master

Another mural surprised everyone. In an ancient battlefield filled with smoke, ten warriors wearing crowns were fighting with creatures in the dark in the flames of war.

The battle lasted for a long time, and in the end nine of them died for their faith. Their broken spirits were scattered all over Kyushu, and combined with the dragon's luck to form nine dragon-suppressing wells.
Could it be that all these things have happened on this continent before? Fang Xuan was dumbfounded.

Chu Kuang opened his mouth and was also shocked.

Only Pu Anyu remained silent, with a complex look in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Is this the mission of the wall guardian?"

Everyone walked slowly and continued to look at the murals.

After a while, Fang Xuan seemed to have thought of something and looked at Chu Kuang: "Brother Chu, didn't you guess before that this tomb was related to the Wushen Clan? But if so, this tomb should only have a history of a thousand years. This seems a bit illogical."

Chu Kuang also pondered for a while, but still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

"If this tomb has such a long history, then the Wushen Clan might just be occupying its place. So the owner of the main tomb chamber we are in now should not be the Wushen Clan, but..."

Having said that, the four of them took a deep breath.

Pu Anyu said in a deep voice: "Could it be the one who is still alive among the ten people?"

Hearing this, Chu Kuang hurriedly said seriously: "We won't do this mission anymore, let's get out of here quickly!"

Then, everyone hurried back, only to find that the door they came in through could not be opened.

"Find another way out!"

Under the leadership of Fang Xuan, everyone returned to the center, and a wide green passage appeared in front of them.

In this green passage, there are rows of pipes like drainpipes, with dark liquid flowing in them. They are all transported together to a high platform above the head.

The platform was so high that no one noticed it when they first came in.

When approaching the platform, Fang Xuan discovered that the layout of this platform was somewhat similar to the Seven Star Formation. There were actually several rows of soldiers standing around it, and at this moment, those dark eyes were watching them.

All the way here, I was stared at by these guys, and I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck!
Pu Anyu came forward and observed carefully for a while, "They are all mummies, everyone be careful!"

After giving a warning, she walked up the stairs towards the platform. The whole staircase seemed to be a formation. After walking for a while, they found that the distance to the platform remained unchanged.

It was not until Pu Anyu took out seven jade-like coins and scattered them in the air that the coins moved around like elves and finally formed a pattern.

Pu Anyu then put the coins away and chanted a spell. Everyone suddenly felt as if a thick fog was swept away from their heads.

This time, everyone successfully climbed onto the platform.

The scenery on the platform first caught Fang Xuan's eyes. In the center was a huge ice coffin, suspended in the air. Under the ice coffin was a strange flowing green liquid.

The liquid emitted a faint mist, covering the entire ice coffin.

In front of the ice coffin, there stood a tall figure.

The figure was wearing ancient armor and a bronze mask, standing with his sword in hand, eyes closed and motionless.

Strange red runes were engraved on each piece of armor, revealing mystery and weirdness everywhere.

"This armor seems to be a work of Taoism!" Chu Kuang observed the tall figure, but his eyes lingered on the giant sword.

"Taoism?" Fang Xuan looked at Chu Kuang in confusion.

Chu Kuang explained: "Like Buddhism and Xuanmen, they are all relatively ancient schools. However, in the current Jiuzhou, Xuanmen is hidden, Buddhism saves all living beings and does not care about worldly affairs, and Taoism is full of charlatans under the guise of Taoism!"

Fang Xuan nodded slightly.

I will think of the old monk I met at Baihe Temple in Shangjing City. He must be a true Buddhist.

"This rune..." Chu Kuang, who was explaining it to Fang Xuan, stared carefully at the red runes on the armor of the huge figure, and suddenly said in surprise: "It's the Nine Lights Mysterious Armor. I didn't expect that the legendary Taoist artifact actually exists. The legend of the Nine Lights Mysterious Armor can make people immortal!"

Chu Kuang was extremely surprised. He turned around and suddenly saw five people, including Fang Xuan, suddenly and slowly retreating towards him.

"You also know how precious this thing is, right? Hahahaha, this trip is not in vain. Shopkeeper Qian, you..."

Chu Kuang stopped talking because he saw fear in the eyes of the five people.

Then, he understood Fang Xuan's spoken language.

"Don't turn around, he's still alive!"

A chill ran up from Chu Kuang's tailbone, and his scalp instantly went numb!
He could almost hear the sound of the beating heart of the figure behind him that was thousands of years old!
He couldn't help but shudder. As a martial artist of the highest level, he didn't even have the courage to turn his head.

At this moment, the huge figure suddenly moved, and a faint sigh slowly floated out from under his bronze mask:

"You are here"

"Fuck!"

Fang Xuan's face turned pale, his voice was low and urgent, he grabbed Pu Anyu's hand, turned around and ran: "Let's go, leave the main tomb, leave quickly!"

At this moment, even the seriously injured Hu Sanniang instantly showed a strong desire to survive. Even Qian Lai rushed out in a flash, running faster than anyone else!
A being that may have lived for thousands of years!

The oppressive feeling it brings is much greater than that brought by those unknown evil beasts!
"Oh my god!"

Chu Kuang was originally the closest to the huge figure, and when he saw the five people flying away, he was so scared that he even uttered something in the Yanzhou dialect!
Clang——! ! !
At this moment, the huge figure raised the bronze sword in his hand and inserted it directly into the ground. A cold current instantly spread in the tomb, and the lights around it shook violently.

The people who were about to fly out stopped stiffly. It was not because they did not want to leave, but after the coldness surged, the blood and energy in their bodies were frozen.

Only Fang Xuan, who had the Samadhi Divine Fire condensed in his body, was the least affected. Although his movements became extremely slow, at least he could still move.

Chu Kuang opened his eyes wide, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing out of his forehead, looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer in his sight.

Pu Anyu had already sacrificed the seven jade coins. At this time, these coins surrounded Pu Anyu's body, resisting an invisible pressure.

Hu Sanniang and the man in white robe were the weakest. They did not last long in the cold and fainted directly.

Fang Xuan stared at the figure intently.

The figure was silent for a few seconds, then took another step and walked towards Fang Xuan step by step.

"You are finally here, Master!"

Boom-! ! !
The huge figure half-knelt down when he was only ten steps away from Fang Xuan.

The extremely terrifying chill also quickly subsided at this moment, like a tide that had completely receded.

Everyone was surprised to find that their bodies had regained movement.

Qian Lai quickly turned around and prepared to rush out.

Fang Xuan shouted softly: "Don't move!"

"Gulu."

Qian Lai was so scared that he sat down on the ground, swallowed deeply, and tried his best to control his trembling legs.

Chu Kuang seemed relatively calm and looked at Fang Xuan in surprise: Master?

Is Fang Xuan the owner of this figure?
what on earth is it?

Pu Anyu combined the contents of the mural and quickly told Fang Xuanyin: "He might be the spirit servant of the only surviving person in the mural, but it seems that he has recognized the wrong person."

The person involved, Fang Xuan, had already gone through a huge brainstorm in his mind!

Such a terrifying existence actually kneeled down to me and called me master?

Even though he had experienced a lot, Fang Xuan was still a little overwhelmed at this moment.

If Pu Anyu hadn't reminded him, he would have almost walked up, silently taken the figure's head, and said, "Yes, I am your master!"
The three people looked at Fang Xuan with bated breath, but Fang Xuan looked at the figure with a serious gaze.

Suddenly, the entire tomb became extremely quiet.

After a while, the figure with his head down asked in a low voice again, "Master, did you succeed?"

success?!
What was successful?

This sentence exploded in everyone's ears, and no one could guess what the figure was asking.

Fang Xuan looked at the figure expressionlessly, still thinking about the contents on the mural in his heart.

At first, ten people fought against the dark creature, and finally nine of them transformed themselves into Taoism and condensed nine Dragon-Suppressing Wells!

Therefore, what he asked was most likely related to these dark creatures!

Fang Xuan said in a deep voice, without directly answering his question: "The Nine Provinces are united!"

The figure was silent, as if in deep thought. After a moment, he sighed and said, "The continent was divided into nine parts, and the dragon vein was damaged. It was not the master's fault."

After saying that, he actually raised the huge bronze sword in his hand.

"Crack!"

With a loud bang, the huge bronze sword was broken from the center. Then, a small golden seal flew out from the sword and slowly floated in the air in front of the two.

"Master, Ji is incompetent, and this dragon seal cannot be restored!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small golden seal slowly flew into Fang Xuan's hand. It was warm and cool to the touch. It was a translucent jade seal, and it was impossible to tell what it was made of for the time being.

After putting away the dragon seal, Fang Xuan was still thinking about how to escape from the predicament.

The man turned around and raised his big hand gently, and the ice coffin behind him slowly opened.

In the coffin, there was a middle-aged man in ancient costume lying, with a peaceful look and a pale face.

Under the ice coffin, the green liquid filled the entire coffin. He was completely immersed in the liquid, and his skin was smooth.

He was not dead either, his heart was still beating, but there was no sign of life, which was very strange.

The sudden change made Fang Xuan and the other two completely nervous. They all held their breath and looked towards the figure.

The figure suddenly saw the existence in the ice coffin, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, and there was a flash of blood in his calm eyes.

"You are not the master!"

(End of this chapter)