The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

In front of the portrait is a wooden table with nothing on it except a censer and a small tower.

Ye Fan was puzzled, since he entered the bronze palace, although everything was full of mystery and mystery.

But up to now, Ye Fan has not encountered any substantial danger, and it seems that the emperor's tomb has no dangerous traps at all except for a gossip road.

"Doesn't he care that others come to his grave?"

Ye Fan had a whim, and then shook his head again.

The peerless emperor ten thousand years ago, who could have guessed what he was thinking?

Walking to the table, Ye Fan first picked up the incense burner and played with it, then looked at the small tower on the other side.

The whole small tower looks almost the size of a palm, and I don't know what material it is made of. When Ye Fan first saw it, he only felt that his mind was going to be sucked by the small tower.

The golden paper suspended in the sea of ​​bitterness also began to tremble, as if it was influenced by the small tower in front of him.

"It seems that this is the treasure."

Ye Fan put down the incense burner after pondering for a while, and put the small pagoda, which looked like a decoration, into the sea of ​​bitterness.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the small tower entered Ye Fan's bitter sea, it sank directly into Ye Fan's golden bitter sea, hiding all the breath.

Ye Fan was in a hurry and was about to take the small tower out of the sea of ​​bitterness, but found that the small tower was not under his control at all, and was still standing in the sea of ​​bitterness without any movement.

Ye Fan was a little anxious, and after trying a lot of methods, he still couldn't get the little tower out of the bitter sea.

However, seeing that the small tower was only sinking in his golden sea of ​​bitterness and there was no other movement, Ye Fan also put a little snack, and secretly prayed that the small tower would not be an ominous thing.

Before he could look up at the portraits hanging on the wall, another familiar breeze blew past his ears, and then the portraits hanging on the wall disappeared, leaving only the bare (bjae) wall.

"you again!"

Ye Fan turned around and threw a punch behind him, and the fat Taoist priest who was happily collecting a few portraits gave a strange cry and quickly avoided it.

"Immeasurable, your mother is a goddess, a gentleman speaks and does not do anything, benefactor!"

I saw that the fat Taoist priest directly put several portraits of the harvest roll directly into his arms, and his neck was covered with various instruments. It is estimated that all of them were collected in Xiaotiandi.

"Little donor, calm down your anger and anger. The so-called fate has come a thousand miles to meet. We have already met twice, so it is simply too fateful."

"I don't care whether it's fate or not, I only know that you wicked guy has robbed me twice."

If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't see the depth of this fat Taoist priest, Ye Fan really couldn't help but want to teach this fat man a lesson.

After being shriveled in his hand twice in a row, Ye Fan wondered if he had any bad relationship with this fat Taoist in his previous life.

"Little benefactor, Daoist, I'm thinking of you for your sake. The so-called wealth is not exposed, and it is guilt. Look at you, you are in a sea of ​​misery. If you go out with these treasures, you will only be killed by others. ."

The fat Taoist explained to Ye Fan "hard-heartedly", and his tone was so sincere that Ye Fan almost believed that the fat Taoist was really thinking of himself.

"This mausoleum is quite strange. The Taoist found these useless treasures just after a flight, and there is no danger at all. I don't know if this is the real tomb of the demon emperor."

"Useless baby, give them all to me."

"Cough, I can't help it. These instruments are all cursed by the demon race. The Daoist will take it back and save it for a while."

Ye Fan didn't want to deal with this wicked fat man anymore, he turned around and walked to the third floor of the wooden pagoda.

Glancing at him, he saw that the fat Taoist priest was squatting in front of the table with a wretched face, holding the table and trying to take it away together, Ye Fan couldn't help shivering and hurried to the third floor.

If it was a little later, not to mention any treasures, the entire tower would be demolished and taken away by this unscrupulous fat Taoist priest.

"Hey, little donor, wait for me!"

The fat Taoist priest who packed the table together into the sea of ​​bitterness ran to the top floor, for fear that if he ran a little slower, the treasure above would be robbed by Ye Fan.

But when he ran up, he saw Ye Fan squatting among the whole pile of things.

When the fat Taoist saw the pile of things clearly, the whole person was instantly stunned: "Why are all pieces of scrap metal, the demon emperor has such a hobby?"

The third floor of the entire wooden pagoda is not a higher-level precious magic weapon, but a whole pile of magic weapon fragments full of traces of time, which looks like a junk recycling yard.

The fat Taoist priest was ready to scrape wantonly, but he didn't expect to encounter such a situation, and immediately beat his chest and feet.

These artifacts seem to belong to many kinds of ancient artifacts, but without exception, they are all covered with dust of the years, and even the Dao lines have become blurred, which can only prove that they once belonged to a glorious era.

Right in the middle of these bleak, tattered piles of shards of magical instruments, Ye Fan was staring blankly with a palm-sized piece of utensil in his hand.

"Let me see, Lord Dao!"

Two times in a row, he was one step slower than Ye Fan, and even the fat Taoist secretly wondered why Ye Fan, who had a low cultivation base, always appeared in places where he should not have appeared.

Now that Ye Fan was holding a piece of utensil in his hand, he rushed over with his eyes bright, grabbed the utensil fragment from Ye Fan's hand and looked at it carefully.

However, after checking for a long time, the fat Taoist couldn't see what was special about the vessel fragment in his hand, so he had to be disappointed and threw the patina-covered vessel fragment directly back to Ye Fan.

"Unfortunately, I finally slept for [-] years and climbed out of the grave, digging a great emperor's grave and not even digging a big treasure."

The fat Taoist said helplessly.

Qin Xuan looked at the shard of the utensil thrown back by the fat Taoist priest in his hand, with a special look in his eyes, and calmly took the piece full of patina into the sea of ​​bitterness. .

Chapter [-] Duan De, who focuses on digging pits

Among the shards of magical instruments piled up on the third floor of the entire wooden pagoda, only when Ye Fan picked up this piece of patina-covered utensils, the small pagoda sank in the depths of the bitter sea trembled. It seemed to be related to this. What connection does a piece of patina-covered vessel debris have.

Knowing that the small pagoda and the golden paper that he hid in the sea of ​​bitterness were secrets that could not be shared, and there was this wicked fat man beside him, Ye Fan naturally kept silent, but quietly collected the piece of patina.

Then, he and the fat Taoist rummaged on the third floor of the wooden pagoda together, until it was finally determined that the entire third floor really only had these tattered pieces of magical instruments, and the fat Taoist let out a wailing: