Chapter 1370 The Sword in the Tomb (13)

At this moment, the Terracotta Warriors were in a pit.

Under the threat of the Nine White Egrets, Huang Jun and his group no longer dared to provoke Xiao Hei and his group.

And because of Xiao Hei's special bloodline, Xiao Hei and his group rushed to the front, far behind the two alliances of Xuan Ming Sheng Zi and Huang Jun.

After Xiao Hei repaired the large and small deep scars on his body in the center of the team, he rotated with the Nine White Egrets in the front again.

Under this rotation, Xiao Hei and his group have gradually seen the end of the pit.

The surrounding Terracotta Warriors were smashed and restored in two breaths.

Now Ye Qiubai and Tan Zongzhao are more a little weak, even Xiao Hei, who has a strong self-healing ability, is constantly panting.

Although the physical injuries can be recovered, Xiao Hei's spirit will be extremely exhausted after several days of continuous high-intensity battles.

However, Xiao Hei's realm has been completely stabilized these days, and his strength has improved a lot.

Only the Nine White Egret, like a fairy who was not stained by the mundane world, still had a full breath and no dust or powder on her body.

Another day passed before they finally arrived at the door.

On the other hand, more than half of the people of Xuanming Saint Son and Huang Jun had been lost.

However, this had nothing to do with Xiao Hei and the others. After looking at each other, they pushed open the black iron door in front of them and walked in.

Looking at the backs of Xiao Hei and others entering the door, both Huang Jun and Xuanming Saint Son looked a little ugly.

This also means that they have seized the initiative. If there is a shocking opportunity behind the door, it has nothing to do with them.

Huang Jun roared: "Speed ​​up! Follow me!"

The tired people on the side heard the words and saw that Xiao Hei and the others had already entered, and could only grit their teeth to squeeze out the remaining strength in their bodies.

Xuanming Saint Son also said in a deep voice: "Those who are seriously injured or have insufficient immortal energy should take the pills as soon as possible! We also have to speed up, otherwise we won't even be able to drink a sip of soup!"

...

After entering the door.

There is a high platform in front of me, which is exactly the same as the tomb on the other side of Fangqiong.

However, there is no coffin or corpse on this high platform, just a huge throne.

The shape of the throne is very strange, and its edges are very sharp. The higher the throne is, the sharper it becomes, just like a vertical long sword!

And on the throne, there is nothing else, only a sword floating.

The sword is three feet long, and the sword guard is between the hilt and the blade, and the sword guard is like a cloud.

In the center of the sword body, there is a green line running from top to bottom!

This sword just stands quietly on the throne, but does not release any breath.

In terms of this point alone, it looks like a well-made ordinary sword.

Even Tan Zongzhao frowned and said, "It looks very ordinary. Could this be a chance?"

The prince also looked puzzled: "Something is wrong. There must be a secret hidden. Otherwise, it is impossible for such a large tomb to have only this sword. But we can't find the secret."

Only Jiu Bailu had a golden light flashing in his eyes when he saw the sword. His eyes turned to Ye Qiubai and he was slightly stunned.

But when Ye Qiubai saw the sword, he couldn't look away!

When he first saw it, he also thought the sword was very ordinary.

But when he wanted to look away, his subconscious mind made him unable to look away!

This sword looks ordinary, but it can resonate with him!

As if he had owned this sword before.

Walk forward, step by step towards the sword.

Tan Zongzhao and the prince also noticed Ye Qiubai's abnormality, and were slightly stunned. Then they quickly reminded him: "Brother Ye, be careful, we don't know if there are other dangers!"

Ye Qiubai seemed not to hear it, as if he was possessed by a demon, step by step, the distance of each step was the same, and even the weight of the footsteps was exactly the same.

Xiao Hei frowned slightly and wanted to move forward.

But Jiu Bailu whispered: "Don't disturb him, this is his opportunity."

Xiao Hei was stunned.

The prince also asked in confusion: "Why?"

Jiu Bailu said lightly: "There is an unbreakable cause and effect between him and the sword."

That's right, the reason why Jiu Bailu was stunned just now was because he saw that there was a golden rope between the sword and Ye Qiubai.

This is the cause and effect rope.

Jiu Bailu's words also made everyone slightly stunned.

Cause and effect?

This prince's tomb was left millions of years ago, and Tan Zongzhao also knew that Ye Qiubai was a person in the mortal world, how could he be involved with the forces of the Chaos World millions of years ago?

Isn't this time span and geographical span too far-fetched?

However, there are all kinds of things in the world of immortal cultivation, so this possibility is not impossible.

Everyone believed Jiu Bailu's words and watched Ye Qiubai walk towards the throne step by step without saying anything.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai had stepped onto the stairs without any obstacles and came to the throne.

Looking at the sword in front of him, Ye Qiubai raised his hand and grasped the hilt.

At the moment he grasped the hilt, the sword began to tremble slightly.

Then, an extremely powerful sword intent rushed into Ye Qiubai's body along his palm!

The huge sword intent did not even give Ye Qiubai any chance to react.

It directly shattered the bones of Ye Qiubai's right arm, followed by his chest, and then all his limbs.

Crack, crack...

The sound of the bones breaking and exploding continued.

Ye Qiubai's face turned pale, cold sweat continued to flow, and he wanted to scream in pain but couldn't make a sound.

"With such a weak body, how can you accept my return?"

A vague sigh sounded.

But this sentence was not heard by others, but echoed in Ye Qiubai's mind.

"I will reshape your sword bones for you..."

As these words fell, Ye Qiubai wanted to question but was interrupted by the intense pain!

When three days passed.

Huang Jun and Xuanming Saint also arrived one after another.

But there were nearly half fewer people than the original number.

When Huang Jun and Xuanming Saint looked at Ye Qiubai holding a sword on the high platform, and the body kept making crackling sounds, they were also slightly stunned.

Obviously.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai was accepting inheritance and other things.

Huang Jun snorted coldly: "What? Are you going to take the opportunity for yourself?"

The Xuanming Saint walked forward and said: "Are you really not going to give us a sip of soup? That's too unreasonable."

Xiao Hei stood in front of the Xuanming Saint, while the Crown Prince Tan Zongzhao came to Huang Jun.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Hei asked.

The Xuanming Saint sneered: "Of course I have to interrupt him. You can't really leave us nothing, right?"

Xiao Hei nodded and stepped forward, "It seems that we still owed a battle at the banquet before, it seems that we should solve it now."