Deep in the desert world, several thick felt tents were nailed deep into the yellow sand with long iron brazing.

Suddenly, the door of one of the felt tents opened from the inside, as if to resist the heat, the figure that emerged was wearing a straw raincoat.

He raised his head and revealed an old face, with wrinkles layered on the black face, each of which was covered with sand.

But his eyes were particularly bright, and even if his lips were chapped with slim skin and blood oozing out of his paleness, it had no effect on him.

He took a look at the big sun above his head, which would never set aside. He took out a black bone, rubbing it gently with rough and shriveled fingers.

A layer of dim black light emitted from the surface of the bones. If you look closely, you will find that these black lights are composed of countless small runes.

They wander on the black bones in a slow and mysterious way, constantly combining and splitting, as if deducing something.

After a long time, the old man sighed, flipped his palm and put away the black bones. As before, this calculation was nothing.

This time he entered the desert world for a long time. Although the young people in the clan didn't say anything, he knew that he was about to reach the limit of his tolerance, and it seemed that he was about to return to nothing again.

Crazy

The sound of sand falling on the surface of the felt tent behind her was another petite figure emerged. She wrapped her straw raincoat tightly and jogged behind the old man.

"Ancestor, still no gains?"

The voice was slightly hoarse, which was caused by the lack of moisture. The delicate little face as big as a palm was full of fatigue.

The old man turned around and said softly, "Yes." He raised his hand and stroked the girl's head. A light blue halo flashed by, and she suddenly felt much better.

The girl took a step back and said coquettishly: "Oncestor, your strength has been lost a lot. Don't take care of me like this. I'm so strong, I'm not doing anything."

The old man looked relieved, "I know you are sensible, but the environment here is still under a little more pressure. Go back and tell the little guys that we will not stay for too long, and we will leave within thirty-six hours at most."

The girl's eyes lit up, "Ah, it's great!" After saying that, she stuck out her tongue, "Old ancestor, I don't think it's hard, but this place is too dirty. I haven't taken a shower for a long time. When I go out this time, I will definitely take a bath for three days and three nights!"

The old man smiled and shook his head, just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed. He suddenly turned around, his eyes looked tightly in a certain direction, feeling the sudden aura, and after a brief moment of surprise, his face showed excitement.

Taking a deep breath, the old man took out the black bone just now. Without urging it to activate it, countless runes flowed around it. They quickly combined together to form a special pattern.

"Hundreds of thousands of years...hundreds of thousands of years...your breath appears...it finally appears again..." The old man murmured, and the ecstasy surged out of his mind made his body tremble slightly.

The power in the body burst out uncontrollably, and the powerful aura broke out. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the old man reacted and only knocked the girl away and fell without causing substantial damage.

This movement alarmed the people in the felt tent. In a blink of an eye, dozens of figures rushed out, and they breathed a sigh of relief without realizing the danger, looking over with confusion.

"Old patriarch, are you?"

The old man raised the black bone in his hand and whispered loudly: "I sensed the master's breath, he is in this space."

"ah!"

After everyone exclaimed, they all showed ecstasy.

"Has the master been resurrected?"

"I knew, with the strength of my master, how could he die easily?"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go and pay homage to the master right away!"

The old patriarch smiled, but at this moment, the black bone rune in his hand quickly decomposed, forming several straight arrows. His face changed, "No, someone is tracking the master's breath, it's the enemy! Yu Yao, you little guys stay here, the rest follow me!"

call out

The old patriarch soared into the sky.

Watching the masters in the clan roar away, the remaining dozen young people showed worries on their faces at the same time.

Yu Yao is the girl just now. She turned around and said, "Everyone can wait in the felt tent, we can't hold on for too long outside."

He turned his head and looked at the place where the ancestors and the others disappeared. The girl bit her lip. For some reason, she always had a bad premonition in her heart.

It's okay, it must be fine. With the cultivation of our ancestors, we can defeat any enemy.

...

In the palace without any gaps, "Qin Yu" who was walking forward stopped. He turned his head and looked back, his eyes flashed slightly. Then he withdrew his gaze and continued to walk deep into the palace. "Qin Yu" was not fast, and every step he fell would cause layers of ripples as smooth as a mirror.

These ripples spread outwards, and after hitting the stone wall of the palace, they will fold back, and then they will collide with the newly emerging ripples, causing more changes.

So as "Qin Yu" continued to move forward, the rippling ripples under his feet were extremely chaotic, just like the sea rolling and roaring in a storm, and each ripples were a storm.

"Qin Yu" walks between waves, and if he walks a little, he will be swallowed by the big waves, but his feet are still calm and he keeps moving forward at a steady speed.

Each step falls just right. Even if it is a point where several ripples are touched, it can balance the strength of each party and keep them in balance.

After a while, "Qin Yu" finally stopped, and the ripples that collided with each other on the ground behind him suddenly disappeared, as if everything I saw just an illusion.

After passing through the corridor, my vision suddenly became clear. There were seats deep in the hall, and a person sat upright above, with a blurry face. There were many figures sitting behind the tables on both sides, including humans, beasts, and even aliens with wings on their backs.

Although they were all stone carvings, they were exquisitely carved and easily showed the cheerful atmosphere of the banquet.

"Qin Yu"'s eyes instantly became deep, and his mind subconsciously flew away, and he found memories of the banquet that year. Sure enough, what he saw in front of him was the freeze of one of the pictures. Unfortunately, most of the participants in this banquet have now died and will never be able to truly reappear.

"Qin Yu" shook his head and stepped into the hall. The moment he entered, the stone sculpture surface was broken and fell off at the same time behind the two closest desks.

"Who dares to trek into Dragon City!"

"court death!"

While roaring, this man and the beast took action at the same time, and a dazzling light burst out, and powerful power fluctuations enveloped "Qin Yu".

Even their magical powers can be simulated...

"Qin Yu" thought, and walked forward calmly, and faced the two of them without any reaction.

The next moment he walked by, and the man and beast who took action turned into powder and dissipated.

Then the stone carvings behind the other two tables are resurrected, and the process just happened to be repeated.

Among these figures is a powerful black wolf and a beautiful woman, whose name is Muying, who stands under the seat at the deepest part of the hall as a maid.

So when the dusk shadow turned into powder, "Qin Yu" stood in front of the main seat, his eyes crossed the long table and looked at the stone sculpture on the seat.

"I didn't expect that in the face of these close subordinates back then, you could take action without hesitation without any mercy."

As the low voice sounded, large pieces of cracks appeared on the surface of the last stone sculpture, revealing his figure. He was a majestic middle-aged man with a beard and a firm look, and his eyes opened and closed, showing his arrogant attitude.

Just sitting there without any other actions, it was like a mountain that suppressed all directions, as if everything in the world would crawl at his feet.

"Qin Yu" paused for a moment and said lightly: "No one can stop me. Don't say that they are dead, standing here alive will have the same consequence."

Smack

Smack

The man clapped his hands, "It is worthy of being the one who once mastered the powerful consciousness of my body. It is indeed extremely powerful. If I could swallow you, my strength would definitely increase a lot, and it is even possible to replace it and become the new Lord of Dragon City!"

"Qin Yu" said: "I am indeed very curious. What did Dao Jun do to give you the confidence to face me."

The man smiled, "You will know soon." He stood up and spread his arms, "Welcome to my world!"

Dong

A low and heavy sound of beating suddenly came from all directions, and the hall under your feet seemed to be coming alive at this moment.

Then there is the second and third sounds.

Dong

Dong

It was the sound of the heartbeat, getting faster and faster, like a beating war drum... Because what is imprisoned here is the heart of the ancient clan!

...

The head of the Dark Council puppet, the robbers were forced to stop, and in front of them were a group of monks wearing straw raincoats, and the atmosphere was tense.

The voice of the sage came from the puppet's mouth, "Giant Spirit Clan!"

The old patriarch looked dull, "I didn't expect that someone had not been born in so many years, and it was such an honor that there were still people who knew us."

The black wolf roared, "Don't waste time with them. These people are loyal to the Lord of Dragon City, and it is impossible for them to be persuaded!"

The old patriarch's eyes were cold, "The traitor who betrayed his master back then, since we met today, we should kill you and take your head as a gift to the master."

The black wolf flashed out its original body, "Then it depends on which of us dies first today!"

"Do it!"

The puppet shouted softly.

The Lord of Dragon City is now very likely to be looking for his broken body. Every extra second he delays, he will have one more chance of success.

With one knife, the desert under your feet instantly became two, and a straight abyss appeared.

The old patriarch took a breath, his thin chest bulged high, and he let out a roar.

roar

The sound of bones burst into pieces. The old patriarch's body surged at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching nearly a hundred feet in his breath, turning from an old, thin old man into a giant.

The muscles were high and the blood around his body was fluctuating and boiling, and the violent aura was released madly, sweeping the spiritual power between heaven and earth, roaring "bang" and gathering from all directions, wrapping his body inside, forming a spiritual power vortex that is visible to the naked eye.

This is the essence of the Giant Spirit Clan and the innate art they were born with to mobilize the spiritual power of heaven and earth!

boom
To be continued...