After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 183 182. Return to the True Devil, Subversion of Means (8.3K words - Large chapter, please subscribe)
Little Anli had thought about the darkness, but she didn't expect it to be so dark. Especially when Song Yan whispered in her ear and analyzed the whole ins and outs and the complexities inside to her, she felt a chill in her heart.

She mustered up her greatest courage to accept Song Yan. She even tried hard to regain her strength and clung to Song Yan like a little bird in the past, imagining that he was a mountain or a big tree.

But even though she had imagined Song Yan to be scary enough, it was still far from enough.
She thought Song Yan would join forces with other ancient tribesmen to eliminate the demon, and then fight for the ownership of the True Spirit Jade. But she didn't expect Song Yan to tell her that he actually had a part of the demon's power. He used this power to swallow the demon, swallowed those lives, and set a trap. And what was the purpose of this trap?
Song Yan told her everything again.

She tried hard to digest and accept it.

But as she accepted it, she suddenly found that the man she liked, worried about, and loved was actually a big devil! A big devil with unpredictable intentions and full of evil tricks!

Why does the devil need people to love, worry about, or like him?

At this moment, the man holding her was a ball of evil darkness, a darkness that she had never truly understood.

In the chariot, Song Yan was enjoying himself recklessly. An Li clung to him reluctantly like a lost child, her eyes blank and her teeth gritting her teeth to support herself.

When it was over, An Li felt a slight soreness all over her body. As she cleaned up, she thought about what had happened in the past few days and suddenly sighed softly.

Song Yan said: "The truth is a little scary. Mortals with a lifespan of several decades cannot feel this kind of horror, but the longer you live, the more you can feel it. You just have to get used to it."

An Li lowered her head.

Song Yan took the scarf and cleaned her up, then wrapped her in the pure sword robe, and said softly: "Between you and me, no matter what you want to say, you should speak frankly."

An Li gasped for air, then mustered up her courage, raised her head and said, "Whether it's good or evil, it's all for you, Wu Xiang Tian Zun, kneeling down, or betrayal, I can accept all of these, but I can't accept you admitting the existence of sacrifice, nor can I accept you swallowing those people with peace of mind."

Her eyes turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured, "Not only did you swallow it, you also... you also..."

Her eyes swept over Song Yan's hand.

There was an evil array placed next to him - the sacrificial array.

"You are still researching this! Aren't these things wrong? These things can no longer be described as good or evil, but pure destruction!"

The timid voice, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupted hysterically.

“At first, I was far away, worried about you and wanted to pick you up, but I found out that you had teamed up with the Sky Demon to trap those ancient cultivators and those independent cultivators.

Then, you played tricks on the demon.

The demon was so scary, but in front of you he was just like a child and you played him around.

When the demon escaped, you chased after him. When you came back, you replaced the demon and devoured the lives in the sacrificial array.
I thought that was all. Even though I was scared, I still tried my best to accept it!
But what you told me, that this was what you had envisioned,

Not only have you imagined so much, there are many more, and even more terrible things.

You are not a human being at all. If there really is an ancient god in this world, he will definitely not protect you, I."

The crying Enri spoke hurriedly.

As she was talking, she suddenly calmed down, looked at Song Yan and said, "You don't need me to cry for you at all."

Song Yan was stunned for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe away her tears.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Song Yan suddenly asked, "We have known each other for nearly three hundred years, right?"

An Li cried, "But why do I feel every time that the person I recognize is not the real you? Why do you make me recognize you all over again every time?

The Fire Worship Sect is, Mount Guye is, and the Wuxiang Ancient Clan’s ancestral secret is also. You are different every time. I have tried very hard to accept you, but I... I... I can’t like someone who is so dark and so scary! "

Song Yan closed his eyes.

An Li said, "You shouldn't have brought me here, shouldn't have told me these things, shouldn't have been honest with me. You should have just let me be a little pet that knows nothing, and you should have kept me and spoiled me. It would have been better if I knew nothing."

The air was extremely quiet.

An Li said, "I am just an ordinary female cultivator. There are thousands and thousands of female cultivators like me in the world. I can try my best to change myself, but it is impossible for me to completely twist myself and accept these things."

Song Yan said: "Actually, I am just an ordinary male cultivator."

An Li couldn't help laughing.

Song Yan fell silent.

He didn't feel that he had overreached in this matter.

The love he longs for is one of mutual honesty.

This time, he only revealed a little bit of his secrets, and didn't mention the Demon Monk, the Nine Demon Mothers, etc., but the result was something Enri couldn't accept.

That’s right, if it were him, he would do the same.

If he were a normal monk, and the woman he liked had been gentle and lovely before, but suddenly she showed her fangs, had a bloody mouth, swallowed lives, was scheming, dark and evil, and then came to him to ask him to accept her.

He couldn't accept it either.

This only proves that they are indeed not suitable for each other.

Suddenly, Enri grabbed his hand, closed her eyes, and then slowly pressed his hand between her eyebrows.

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, a trickle of blood oozed out, and then he slowly drew the Blood Slave Ancient Symbol again on his forehead, and smiled and said: "Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a dream."

After a long time, the flying chariot opened.

An Li turned into a rainbow light and shot towards Mount Guye.

Song Yan watched her leave, and for a moment he felt a little lazy both physically and mentally.

He couldn't look back.

Maybe evil people deserve evil people.

Even if little An Li tried her best to change, she couldn't really get along with a devil like him.

"Next time, I'll just coax her into giving me a little white rabbit and keep her as a pet. This will be good for both of us." Song Yan sighed inwardly, "But after what happened, if little An Li encounters danger again, her chances of survival will be much higher. This can be regarded as a perfect but complete ending to my first love."

Song Yan closed his eyes and quietly felt the comings and goings with An Li. A faint sense of relief still arose in his heart. After several tossings, his heart was completely calm.

The next moment, Song Yan cast his gaze on the formation plate of the "Underworld Sacrifice Formation" and began to think about this sacrificial formation.

The strange thing is that he only used the "Five Elements Gathering Profound Array" and the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" to comprehend the incomplete "Small Heavenly Dao Characters - Yin", but he already had three sacrificial arrays and could not comprehend the others. It was as if some of these characters were easy to decipher, while others were extremely difficult.

After observing for a while, he put away the "Underworld Sacrifice Array" formation plate, closed his eyes and leaned back, and with a thought, he summoned the soul of the previous demon boy from the King of Hell's rosary.

Of course, the soul of this so-called demon boy has turned into a normal soul because it is no longer influenced by the demon.

After some questioning, Song Yan also learned the whole story: this soul was named Yang Mutan, and it came from a place called "Xi Kingdom" west of the "Mountain Ancient Sword Community".

The Xi State borders the East China Sea, but is not under the jurisdiction of the ancient tribe. It is a subordinate state of the Siren tribe.

This was also the first time that Song Yan officially heard news about the mermaid clan. In the past, in the Three Ancient Kingdoms, perhaps it was because the area was too remote. Now in the Wuxiang Ancient Kingdom, perhaps it was because the East China Sea was too remote, so he had never been able to understand it in depth.

Yang Mutan was originally the ancestor of a major sect in the Xi State. During a process in which he was recruited by the Sirens to explore the Soul Threshold, he was accidentally possessed by a demon monk who had realized the true meaning of killing. After that, he experienced a series of events.

Although he was controlled by the evil monk, Yang Mutan also enjoyed the benefits of "free improvement of realm and broadening of horizons".

The demon monk was just a thought of cause and effect. Even if it was refined, it was only a part of his power. His memory was vague and could not be real. But Yang Mutan was able to tell Song Yan the information he most wanted to know.

"The ancient purple palace body refining method that the master wants is still hidden in an ancient tomb. The tomb is in the core of the wild land. I can take the master there.

As long as the energy of the underworld protects it, the stone tablet will not be destroyed by heaven and earth."

Song Yan asked curiously, "Do you know why the heaven and earth want to destroy the ancient cultivation method?"

Yang Mutan said: "I vaguely heard the devil monk talk about his speculation. It seems that after the era of the extinction of the true spirit, the will of heaven and earth was worried that later cultivators would not be able to practice smoothly and improve their realm. Therefore, they had to set rules, burn books and destroy spells, and at the same time use the Nine Palaces Blood to replace the original spells to strengthen the body, so as to prevent later cultivators from going astray."

Song Yan said: "Even if the heaven and earth are for the good of cultivators, why do they continue to destroy the ancient cultivation methods now that they have the True Spirit Jade?"

Yang Mutan said: "The True Spirit Jade is consumable, so a little bit will be used up very quickly.

As for the rules of heaven and earth, once the rules are set, they will always be enforced if they are not changed. It is impossible for the will of heaven and earth to keep an eye on this land all the time.

I heard from the demon monk that this is a level 4 cultivation world. If that is true, then our world is actually just a larger secret realm. The secret realm has an ancestor, and this world is also a larger ancestor.

The small ancestor has his own affairs, and the great ancestor has his own affairs.

Just like us, if we take care of our descendants and help them establish a small country in the mortal world, then the small country will certainly offer benefits to us, but greater opportunities need to be sought outside. Therefore, I personally think that the will of heaven and earth also has its own things to deal with, and it is impossible to watch over this world all the time.

Therefore, as soon as the stone tablet engraved with the ancient magic appears, it will trigger the rules of heaven and earth and then be destroyed by the heavenly calamity. "

Song Yan chatted with Yang Mutan for a while, then closed his eyes to rest, and at the same time ordered the flying chariot to temporarily stop at the capital of the ancient country of Xijue.

The flying chariots slowly landed in the prosperous capital.

All the royal family members went out to pay homage to the gods.

Song Yan walked out and entered the palace.

Along the way, whenever he met a beautiful woman who winked at him, he would take her away, keep her by his side, and keep her company for a while, just to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

Luxurious mountain delicacies, state banquets every day.
Song Yan was not in a hurry to move forward, but instead sent people to inquire about the situation in the distance.

A few days later, Princess Xi arrived. Looking at the young man who was teasing the royal beauty on the luxurious chair, she said, "Master, this matter is of vital importance and cannot be lost. I have received news from the ancient tomb that a huge light is rising into the sky and a war has broken out. Many families have already rushed there and may have arrived. Aren't we going in yet?"

Song Yan said: "Aunt Xi, don't worry, even if there are treasures, our Wuxiang clan will not be missing."

Princess Xi knew that he was scheming deeply. Although she didn't know what he was up to, she nodded gently and asked in a telepathic way, "Are you okay?"

Song Yanhui thought back: "I was in the chariot before, and now I am in the palace. Where did I get injured?"

Princess Xi grinned, said no more, and turned and left.

"Master, eat some grapes."

On Song Yan's thighs, the delicate young lady giggled and brought the peeled grapes to his lips.

Song Yan opened his mouth and was about to swallow it, but the brave young lady suddenly moved the grapes, looked at him pitifully, and asked with a coquettish smile: "Master, do you want to eat grapes or do you want to eat me?"

Song Yan swallowed the grape in one gulp, then pushed it down and tore it apart randomly amid the young lady's screams.

The young lady's eyes sparkled with joy, and she whispered softly in his ear: "My name is Zhen'er, please have mercy on me, Immortal."

Song Yan likes this kind of young lady who approaches him with ulterior motives.

The royal relatives, if they are not seeking power, are here to kill people and destroy their hearts. The young lady named Zhen'er is having an affair with him and he can use this to fool people. He doesn't care about the purpose of these young ladies and just regards it as a reward.

Without true love, there is only indulgence.

Live for today and enjoy life today. He is not omniscient and omnipotent, nor does he have the ability to know everything. He can only take one step at a time when he is facing troubles that even heaven and earth cannot handle and an era that they cannot resist.

The era of dark disasters has arrived. Instead of fighting hard, we might as well enjoy it day and night.

He was immersed in this world and was happy and at ease.

Two months later
In the wind and rain.

Long Yinghai stood there, surrounded by many cultivators.

Many of those monks were already injured, seriously injured.

These cultivators include the Night King Ancient Clan, the White Rainbow Ancient Clan, and even the remote Black Wood Ancient Clan and the Tianyin Ancient Clan.

Although the Heimu Ancient Clan and the Tianyin Ancient Clan were far away, they had heard from somewhere that "there was a treasure in the wilderness that could improve one's comprehension by dozens or hundreds of times." After checking, they found that many ancient clans in the surrounding areas had taken action, so they also sent people there.

The first group to arrive were not the strongest, but the closest.

However, when these members of the ancient tribes arrived and wanted to get a piece of the pie, they found that Long Yinghai of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe had already occupied the position in advance and announced loudly that "everything in the ancient tomb should belong to the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe, and whoever gets close will die."

The broken jade statue of the True Spirit exposed outside the ancient tomb is only a small part, and more are still hidden under the soil.

Long Yinghai had apparently been seriously injured after the battle and was recuperating, but his rudeness and brutality soon angered the other members of the ancient tribe.

As soon as the two sides bumped into each other, they started fighting.

Long Yinghai was worthy of being a strong man from the Dragon Tomb ancient clan. He defeated many members of the ancient clan, but he himself was also injured.

At this time, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd, looked at him, and asked, "Elder Ye Congfeng of our clan has been here a long time ago. I wonder if Lord Long has seen him?"

Long Yinghai snorted coldly: "You old thing don't know what's good for you. You want to covet our treasures. You're only seeking your own death!"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said in a lost voice: "You... you killed my clan's Elder Ye Congfeng?!"

Long Yinghai groaned in his heart. He knew what the consequences of what he was doing would be. But after the mysterious Nine-Child Demon Mother took control of him, he had no choice but to do what he said and did. Originally, he wanted to use the power of many ancient clans to severely destroy the prestige of Wuxiang Tianzun, and then remind the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who was the overlord of this land. If there was a chance, he even wanted to find a chance to quietly kill Song Yan and take the King of Demons' treasure.

After discussions within the tribe, combined with research into some ancient tomb documents and an investigation into the origins of the King Tiger tribe, a vague speculation emerged: the King Tiger tribe was most likely a race deliberately cultivated by a certain powerful person in ancient times, and that powerful person still had executors today.

The preciousness of a treasure created by an ancient great power can be imagined, so one of Long Yinghai's hidden purposes this time is actually to test Song Yan's strength and see if there is a chance to take back the treasure.

And now, all hell breaks loose.

Before he could even see Song Yan, he had already been killed by the demon.

At this time, Long Yinghai followed that person's will and sneered: "Of course I won't kill the ancient people. That old thing was seriously injured and escaped. I don't know whether he is alive or dead!"

"you!"

The middle-aged man from the ancient Night King clan had flames in his eyes.

The arrogant attitude of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan made him angry. However, Long Yinghai did not even look at him and said calmly: "There are treasures coming out here. I am waiting here. If you want to find opportunities, go look for them somewhere else!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people from the four tribes floating in the sky all sneered.

Who among the ancient tribes is not used to being the king and dominating in their own land? Although the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe is known as the strongest tribe among the ancient tribes, it cannot be like this!
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly, two loud bells rang, and a man from the ancient tribe in a yellow robe stood in the air, stepping on a bronze bell woven with thoughts.

The Tianyin tribe member who arrived first turned his head to look and said happily, "Old Mo!"

The yellow-robed ancient clan member known as Mo Lao stood in the air, stared at Long Yinghai in the distance, and said angrily: "What a Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, what a master, you know nothing about life and death, do you really think that the ancient clan land is your Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan's one-man show?"

Long Yinghai took out the pill from his storage bag and swallowed it, then he grabbed a monster bag with platinum brocade patterns.

As the bag opened, he raised his hand and grabbed a flute woven with thoughts from the void. He put the flute to his lips and blew it gently.

As the flute sounded, dense swarms of strange bees flew out of the monster's bag. These bees complemented the sound of the flute and turned into an all-encompassing black mist that pounced into the distance.

Long Yinghai said proudly: "The Tianyin Clan relies on nothing but a big bell, but I see that you have not yet survived the minor heavenly tribulation. You are talking nonsense here. It looks powerful, but I don't know if you can shake my ancient mind-swallowing bee."

Mo Lao said coldly: "Seeking death!"

A bloody storm is about to break out!
Snapped!
Snapped!
"The Immortal is awesome!"

"The Immortal shot again!"

"The Immortal shoots really well!"

In the harem, Song Yan was standing far away, holding an arrow in his hand, playing the "pitching pot game" accompanied by a group of royal beauties.

Of course, not every royal beauty would be happy to come and play, but there would always be many who would come, and the people from all the major royal forces would hold the idea of ​​"never falling behind", and then scramble to arrange beauties to come, hoping to win the favor of the immortal, so as to gain more political capital for themselves. Even if they failed to win, they did not want to fall into trouble because of it.

Such a big country is just a playground for Song Yan, but it is a big deal for the royal family.

Of course, a beautiful woman once asked him implicitly whether he was the Wuxiang Tianzun.

Song Yan flatly rejected it.

Wuxiang Tianzun has no form, is high above, and has mercy on the world. How could he indulge in wine and women and indulge in pleasure?
After swaying left and right in the sea of ​​soft and fragrant beauties, he sought out the palace guards who were good at playing Cuju to play a good game with, and then bathed and changed clothes with the help of the beauties. Then, Song Yan sat in a courtyard and meditated in the moonlight.

Beautiful women, good wine and delicious food always make people happy.

He only enjoyed himself, but would not kill people indiscriminately or waste money. Previously, the ruler of the ancient country of Xijue tried to please him and proposed to use the whole country to do something, but he directly refused with righteous words and told the ruler, "As a ruler, you should always remember that the people are God. If you don't remember, God will punish you." After learning from his teachings, the ruler never mentioned it again.

Besides that, he was also good at playing, and after enjoying himself, he would pay satisfactory rewards, which were usually some elixirs suitable for mortals.

Soon, Tang Yi showed up and reported the situation of the ancient tomb, but he looked strange.

There was chaos in the ancient tomb, and Long Yinghai killed people everywhere.

Under such circumstances, Tang Yi would have thought that the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan was too arrogant and wanted to keep the treasure for themselves, but he was the only one who knew that the man in front of him had been to the ancient tomb in advance.

This man definitely participated in the previous battle, and even Long Yinghai's every move now is closely related to this man.

This made him feel that Song Yan was even more unfathomable.

The young man who enjoyed luxury during the day, even though he was just sitting quietly at this moment, was like an ancient statue in a majestic temple, casting an awe-inspiring light and shadow.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Tang Yi asked seriously.

Song Yan said: "The little queen mother of the ancient country of Xijue has invited me to go on a spring hunt tomorrow. If you have any questions, wait until I finish my spring hunt before you ask me."

"Spring Hunting." Tang Yi smiled bitterly, then said, "Uncle, just have fun."

Thinking back to An Li's departure some time ago, he understood at this moment that the two of them had broken up.

As for why they broke up, he wasn't quite sure, but he felt that An Li was too ungrateful. Even if his uncle had gone too far, it shouldn't have been like this, right?

"Uncle, since you are so confident, I will take my leave first." Tang Yi bowed again.

Song Yan said: "Give me some more elixirs that can help mortals prolong their lives, cure diseases and ward off evil spirits. I don't even keep those things with me."

"Yes, uncle, I'll get it right away." Tang Yi left.

The courtyard became quiet and cold again.

Song Yan sat alone under the warm moonlight, clenching his five fingers.

A sudden strong wind blew in the originally quiet courtyard.

'After merging with the Killing Demon Monk, my physical strength has actually improved.

Originally, my body, combined with the Small Heavenly Dao Character Guide and the eight white cave crystal jade gloves, could exert the power of an early Divine Infant, but now it is even stronger.

Although it is still not as good as the high-energy forbidden technique like the Purple Mansion Yuan Explosion Technique, if I can find the ancient Purple Mansion body-refining technique and then deduce and mutate it, then maybe every move of mine will be able to unleash the power of the Sha Gu Explosion.

Now that this matter is settled, let's go find the ancient tomb that Yang Mutan mentioned.'

That night, two more beauties came to the courtyard. After serving Song Yan, they helped him put on his leather armor the next day. Song Yan restrained his breath, climbed onto a strong black horse, and when he got outside the courtyard, he saw the beautiful queen mother, also wrapped in hunting clothes, waiting outside. The two smiled at each other, and the queen mother took the initiative to ride closer.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to sense something and closed his eyes slightly.

Through the shackles of the Nine-Child Demon Mother, he could feel that Long Yinghai seemed to be dying.

As soon as he thought about it, the shackles tightened.

Bang!
Long Yinghai, who was covered by the bronze bell, suddenly vomited blood, fell backwards, his eyes wide open, and died with his eyes open.

"Master~" the beautiful queen mother suddenly said, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yan's body suddenly shook, he turned over and got off the saddle, and sat behind the empress dowager.

The slightly tilted saddle was far too small for two people, so they had to huddle tightly together.

The Queen Mother exclaimed, then a look of pouting appeared on her face. She clenched her fist and turned around to hit the man in the chest.

Song Yan laughed loudly, pulled the reins, shouted "Gee", and the horse neighed and drove away.

Song Yan knew that today would definitely be another beautiful day.

Love, hate, greed and anger are intertwined, and there is bliss in the midst of them.

Even if the sky is about to fall, what's the use of panicking?

"died."

"This"

"Really dead."

The bronze bell was removed, and everyone in the ancient clan looked at the tragic death of Long Yinghai beneath it, and everyone fell silent.

The raindrops fell to the ground, soaking the dust and seeping into the ancient tomb. The cemetery was glowing with treasures, and it was obvious that more treasures were waiting to be unearthed. However, Long Yinghai's originally pale face had turned deathly gray. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, hissing and hot, and emitting steam.

This might be the first time that a member of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan was killed outside.

In terms of the number of clan members, the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan has the smallest number, but its overall strength is also the strongest, which means that the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan is extremely protective of its own people.

Old Mo from the Tianyin Ancient Clan was also stunned.

He shouted "seeking death" and wanted to suppress this arrogant and domineering member of the ancient Dragon Tomb tribe, but he didn't expect to kill him.
But the two men fought more and more fiercely, and he had no choice but to use his special moves.

But he never thought about how this trick killed Long Yinghai?
Mr. Mo's Adam's apple rolled and his pupils contracted.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and said in a stern voice: "Just now I detected the scent of the evil sacrificial array in this ancient tomb. Long Yinghai's behavior is strange. He must have been bewitched by the evil spirit, so he attacked us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of faint light flew out from the token beside Long Yinghai, revealing the outline of a cold goddess.

Old Mo hurriedly grabbed the token, and an old man flew out of his token.

The old man and the goddess confronted each other.

The goddess looked at the old man dimly.

The old man also looked at the goddess.

The atmosphere was tense.

The goddess said coldly: "Whether you are bewitched by evil spirits or not is not up to you. You killed someone from my clan, so you should bear the consequences."

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Ancestor Long, please don't be impulsive. Wait for me to investigate this matter thoroughly. How about that?"

The goddess said, "The tribesmen are all protecting each other, how can we investigate? It's just a matter of life and death."

After saying that, she raised her hand and a finger of cold light turned into a terrifying long sword and pointed at Mr. Mo.

The old man spun his hands, and a huge bell appeared in the air.

boom! ! !
Mr. Mo was directly blown away, and the surrounding spectators were also blown away.

However, after the two of them attacked, they all disappeared.

But the difference between the two can be judged instantly.

The old man left the scene coughing, but the Dragon Goddess left without changing her expression.

Snapped!
Old Mo supported himself on the ground and looked into the distance in fear.

A member of the Night King Ancient Clan fell to the ground and searched the ancient tomb for a while before finding a broken jade pendant. He grabbed the jade pendant and murmured, "This is the pendant that Elder Feng always carried with him. If it is worn, the person is alive. If it is gone, the person is dead."

The Queen Mother felt as if she was dying. She grasped the edge of the petal bathtub with both hands, feeling the ripples of the water.
After a long time, she snuggled softly in Song Yan's arms.

The next morning, Song Yan got up refreshed, placed a bottle of pills next to the empress dowager's pillow, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Tang Yi was already waiting.

"Uncle, now that Long Yinghai is dead, I'm afraid there will be chaos in the ancient tomb."

Song Yan twisted his neck comfortably, looked into the distance and said, "Then let's set off."

Less than half a month later.

In front of the ancient tomb, the situation has turned into a melee.

As the saying goes, "When will the cycle of revenge end?", Old Mo killed Long Yinghai, and Long Yinghai killed Ye Congfeng, and with the stimulation of the treasure, they really went crazy with killing.

The Night King Ancient Clan had little heritage, and now an elder in the late Purple Mansion stage had arrived; the Tianyin Ancient Clan and the Black Wood Ancient Clan were far away, so for a moment, only Elder Mo and another elder in the late Purple Mansion stage were here; the Baihong Ancient Clan had an elder in the middle Purple Mansion stage.

However, an elder in the early stage of Divine Infant arrived from the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan.

The early stage divine infant in this dragon tomb is named Long Gongrong, and his strength is even stronger. At this time, he is beating the four tribes and four purple mansions to death.

The four clans and four purple mansions were also furious at this time, and they called out their ancestors one by one. However, the patriarch of the Yewang ancient clan, Ye Wuzheng, was directly knocked away by Long Gongrong with a punch.

The Baihong Ancient Clan and the Shanhai Demon Clan were the closest to each other and suffered the heaviest losses. They didn't have any ancestors that they could use. They finally summoned a mid-stage Divine Infant, but he was directly blocked by Long Gongrong.

As for the Black Wood Ancient Clan and the Tianyin Ancient Clan, they were directly blasted back by the Dragon Goddess summoned by Long Gongrong.

At this point, the battle between the two sides had reached a fever pitch.

Long Gongrong snorted coldly: "Is this all you can do? Then let's end it. After this battle, there is no need for anything else. That old Mo must die today. The other tribes can come and admit their mistakes, and that's the end of it."

The Purple Mansion master of the Night King Ancient Clan looked at him angrily and said, "To bully others by taking advantage of one's power, doesn't that mean one has a deeper foundation?"

The Purple Mansion master of the Blackwood Ancient Clan snorted coldly, "What background? They just relied on being the first to come into contact with the ancient tomb and took out this precious jade that can improve one's understanding! They hid it from everyone and took the opportunity for themselves. That's how they became powerful."

Mo Lao said sternly: "You want my four clans to admit their mistakes? Impossible!!"

Long Gongrong's eyes were icy as he said calmly, "You are so stubborn. Don't be so impulsive in your next life."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the secret treasure of his life that had already turned into a physical entity suddenly hung in the air, stirring up the wind and clouds, and pressing down heavily.

The four Purple Mansion tribes used their secret techniques to resist, but as time went on, they all vomited blood and were on the verge of defeat.

At this moment, a flying chariot of magical birds appeared in the distant sky, accompanied by a team of monks.

The carriage was luxurious, its curtains were blown open by the wind, and a figure flew out.

With a raise of his hand, all the mysterious energy in the world was taken away.

The pillars of birth and death of all things appear and fall from the sky.

With that hand pressing down on the pile, Song Yan took another step forward.

boom! !

The pile fell, directly pressing down Long Gongrong's natal flute secret treasure.

In an instant, the situation took a sharp turn, and the one who was struggling to hold on turned out to be Long Gongrong!

Song Yan glanced at the Purple Mansions of the Four Clans and said, "Fellow Daoists, are you all right?"

The Purple Mansion strongmen of the four tribes looked at this horrifying scene, bowed one after another, and said respectfully, "Greetings to the Wuxiang Tianzun."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's just an empty reputation, don't take it seriously. But everyone, what's wrong? Why are you so embarrassed?"

(End of this chapter)