One Thought Feixian

Chapter 498
This time, the Black Snake tribe dispatched hundreds of people, led by the patriarch himself. There are many masters, and everyone is burly and powerful.

Obviously, these tribesmen are the elites of the Black Snake tribe.

Such a lineup is unprecedentedly strong, and can almost run amok in the Autumn Desolation, easily destroying any tribe.

In comparison, the caravan was much weaker, with only a few dozen people, and among them there were only a few masters of transformation, the most powerful being Qing Lin, the eight-leaf wizard.

If they really found the land of the Tomb Tribe and discovered the treasure, how could the caravan be able to withstand the attack of the Black Snake Tribe once they scrambled for it?
Jiang Yi couldn't help frowning. Such a situation was very unfavorable for the caravan.

But that Young Master Qinglin didn't show any panic, didn't move at all, he rode steadily on the barren horse, leading the way at the front, as if he had some huge support to deal with the vicious Black Snake tribe.

This road was the road they walked when they came to Black Snake City, and they never expected to return from the same road now.

Jiang Yi already knew some things about the Tomb Tribe from the envoy of the Black Snake Tribe. The Mound Ridge was just a training ground established by the Tomb Tribe, not the place where the Tomb Tribe was at all.

But judging from the meaning of Mr. Qinglin, it is true that he wants to take everyone to the grave.

The masters of the Black Snake tribe seemed to have noticed it too, but they seemed to be calm and did not speak, but followed the caravan silently.

Passing along the way, I met many pedestrians, and even some caravans, who seemed to be preparing to go to Black Snake City, but when they saw this group of people from a distance, they showed a dignified expression and avoided them one after another.

Soon, everyone came to the grave, the crows were crying blood, and it was gloomy.

However, Jiang Yi has already been here once, so he seems much calmer, and this time there is no black and white blood demon dormant in it, pretending to be a ghost, and he will not encounter any terrible things.

However, when they came to the Mound Ridge, they did not take that road. Instead, under Qinglin's leadership, they went straight up the Mound Mound Ridge and headed for the depths of the mountain.

Wherever he passed, there were graves, coffins, bones of the dead, and some ruined walls, exuding a decayed smell.

The deeper you go, the more graves there are. You can see some wild beasts haunting them, making shrill screams, which makes people feel eerie when they hear them.

Here, almost no one set foot in, weeds are everywhere, and it is extremely desolate.

In the hands of Mr. Qinglin, a piece of black iron appeared at some point. The shape of this piece of black iron was irregular, and it seemed to be incomplete. There were some strange textures on it, just like a map.

Master Qinglin held the black iron piece and stopped and walked, as if looking for a way.

After a few hours, they had advanced tens of miles and entered the deep part of the Mound Ridge. Here, there was a ruin. Among the ruins, there were many rocks, which were dilapidated.

In the middle of the ruins, there is actually a relatively well-preserved stone pagoda building, but if you take a closer look, you will find that this is not a stone pagoda at all, but a sarcophagus, but it is not placed according to common sense, but erected. So it looks like a stone tower.

It's just that only half of this sarcophagus is left at this time, and the cut surface is extremely smooth, obviously it was cut open with a sharp weapon.

There are still some buildings around the sarcophagus, but they have all collapsed and become ruins. The other half of the sarcophagus smashed into these buildings and dived deep into the ground.

Graves here, more!

There were also a lot of bones on the ground, and the soil showed a dark red color. It seemed that there was still a faint smell of blood floating in the air, which was a century-old wind and frost.

This scene is shocking!

Let people know how tragic and spectacular that battle was.

Most of those bones must belong to the tomb tribe, but there are also many from various tribes in the Autumn Desolation Land, as well as masters of the priest temple.

The light of the great sun in the sky seems to never reach this place, making one feel that there seems to be bursts of gloomy air rising from the ground and circulating through the whole body.

"Emissary Qinglin, is this the clan land of the Tomb Tribe?" Bo Ya, the patriarch of the Black Snake Tribe, asked with a slightly gloomy face.

In that tone, there were inquiries, and even more questions!

"This place has been searched by our Black Snake tribe no less than a thousand times. At the same time, countless people have also come here to conduct rigorous searches, but unfortunately they found nothing."

Shoukui Tieshi looked at Qinglin, and said in a cold voice: "According to the information that my Black Snake Tribe has, this is just a training ground established by the Tomb Tribe, and there may be a clan land of the Tomb Tribe."

Swish, swish, swish... All eyes focused on Qing Lin, watching how he would answer.

If this answer did not satisfy the Black Snake tribe, it might not be what it is now, it would be unimaginable.

Jiang Yi also looked over, this place is indeed not the clan land of the tomb clan.

Facing the questioning from the Black Snake Tribe, facing so many eyes, Qing Lin was still very calm, without any panic, but asked back: "Why did I ever say that this is the clan land of the Tomb Tribe?"

"If not, why did you bring us here?" Young Master Tiehuo stepped forward and raised his voice.

Qinglin glanced at him, and said calmly: "Because only when you get here, can you know where the tomb tribe is."

"Oh?" The patriarch Bo Ya frowned, then looked around.

He has been here many times, and he has forgotten exactly how many times, but he has not found anything at all. He does not believe that he can find the clan land of the tomb tribe from here.

But looking at what Qinglin said and did, it didn't look like a lie.

"Since that's the case, then there is the envoy of Lao Qinglin." He said immediately.

At this time, Qinglin stepped forward, took out the black iron sheet again, inspected it carefully, then put it away, and walked around the sarcophagus.

As he was walking, he swiftly made seals with his hands and pressed around the sarcophagus. After a while, there were streams of death air floating above the sarcophagus.

Chatter chatter... These death breaths actually made a strange sound, as if they had come to life, turned into ghosts, and rushed towards everyone.

"Hmph!" The young sacrificial envoy Suo Tu snorted coldly, stepped forward, waved his hand, and immediately saw the death air collapsed, disappeared without hurting anyone.

"Yin Ling!"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yi's eyes flashed.

The aura of death was probably left when the tomb tribe existed. It has been deposited in this sarcophagus for hundreds of years, and gradually mutated and turned into "yin spirits".

This kind of "yin spirit" is born with a desire for flesh and blood. At this time, it seems that Mr. Qinglin has inspired it in a special way, and it is about to attack people immediately.

Once thrown on the body, it is immediately a dead end.

However, these "yin spirits" have not yet produced their minds, they are just instinctive behaviors, so they are also very fragile, and any great wizard can kill them.

Even a master of the Divine Transformation Realm can deal with these "yin spirits" by stimulating the power of masculinity and blood.

However, Jiang Yi's face did not relax because of this, but became more dignified, staring at the sarcophagus.

"The sarcophagus stood on the ground, sealing the dead energy. After hundreds of years of accumulation, it turned into a ghost. This is an ominous sign..." A sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why there are so many graves and coffins in this tomb tribe's training place, which is extremely eerie.

Because this tribe relies on absorbing death energy to condense the barbarian patterns!
Under the tomb, among the coffins, is the place where death is most likely to be bred, so those members of the tomb tribe will always carry a coffin on their backs.

This coffin can help them condense wild patterns faster and become stronger and stronger, and it is also a tool for them to fight against the enemy.

Condensing wild patterns with death energy, using coffins as weapons, such a tribe, not to mention among human races, even in this wilderness, seems very strange.

Perhaps it is precisely in this way that the tomb tribe will be attacked by the priest temple.

Those wild cultivators may not know what the death air is, but Suo Tu, Qinglin, who is the great wizard of the eight leaves, must not be ignorant of it. It is a kind of "yin spirit".

Jiang Yiwu, a fellow practitioner, is one with heaven and man, of course he could see it immediately.

However, the sarcophagus was only slightly shaken by Mr. Qinglin, and hundreds of "yin spirits" were aroused. If it was completely opened, how many "yin spirits" would appear?
Moreover, it is very possible that there are extremely powerful ghosts.

"The sarcophagus stands on the ground, sealing the dead energy!"

In an instant, an ominous omen rose in Jiang Yi's heart.

He silently calculated just now, that Mr. Qinglin made a total of eight handprints around the sarcophagus, and each handprint is different, extremely weird.

The eight handprints corresponded to the eight directions of the ruins, vaguely forming a gossip shape, which communicated the veins of the forest and inspired the sarcophagus.

It seems that his cultivation level is not enough, and there seems to be some kind of restriction, which made him not open the sarcophagus in one fell swoop after completing the eight handprints.

Young Master Qinglin stood still with his back to the crowd, staring at the sarcophagus in front of him, no one could see the expression on his face.

After a while, he turned around and walked over.

"How?" Bo Ya asked impatiently.

He has already seen that this Qinglin does have some skills, he actually knows how to stimulate the sarcophagus, and arouse the breath of death from it, which shows that this huge sarcophagus can be opened.

In an instant, there was a stormy sea in his heart, and he felt very surprised and unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)