Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 236 – The Disciple of the Skyline Walker
After the clouds parted, the water flowed for three years.

The Capital of Great Yanjing, Huyan City.

The most noble family of golden blood in the Dayan Empire, the Huyan Family, has lived in the Golden Temple in the center of Huyan City for thousands of years.

The Huyan family is the most mysterious hermit family in the Four Kingdoms. No one knows where they originated from. It is said that they are the only existence that can directly communicate with the true god.They are disciples of the gods.

The forbidden place of the Huyan clan, the golden altar.

At this time, the eight old men with white hair and childlike face were prostrating devoutly on the ground, and they sang obscure and difficult mantras in plausible words.

And the eight of them lingered around the golden coffin, which was half the height of a person, engraved with complex and dark patterns of spells, and there was a faint blackness permeating the coffin.

The golden coffin had not closed the coffin lid, the more one peeked inside the coffin, the more intense the evil-like black air became.

One can only faintly see a woman in the coffin who cannot be seen clearly. Judging from her figure, she is a little bloated and fat.

"puff…"

An old man wearing a golden feather crown was stunned, and coughed out a mouthful of scarlet.

"Patriarch!"

Seeing this, the other old men could only whisper anxiously to the injured old man.

Because at this time they are all guarding the eyes of one side, and they can move the whole body with one move, so they must not act rashly again.

"Don't move! Hold your breath! I'm fine!"

He simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then continued to sit cross-legged.

After he returned to his place, a beam of white light gradually glowed in the coffin. The white light was extremely weak, but like a trickle, it tirelessly impacted the evil dark atmosphere inside the coffin.

When the beam of white light appeared, the eight of them opened their eyes in unison, staring at the depths of the coffin with great solemnity.

It's been three years, three full years, and they can't count the number of times they have failed. I hope they can succeed this time!
"Look! There is a crack in the prohibition spell on the coffin!"

"Quick! Pour all the Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass into the coffin!"

Under the command of the wounded old man, the seven old men poured all those Nine-Death Resurrection Grass, which are regarded as rare and rare fairy grass in the mortal world, into the coffin without any hesitation.

"Patriarch! This is the last batch of Nine-Death Resurrection Grass. If we can't succeed this time, we can only give up. In order to awaken the Tianmai Walker, we have already given up everything!"

"Presumptuous! Our Huyan clan is the disciple of the Tianmai Walker, even if the whole clan's life is at stake, we have to work hard until the last moment."

The old man who was clamoring to give up hung his head in shame, not daring to speak another word lightly.

"Not good! The cracks in the coffin are getting bigger and bigger! Get to a safe place!"

Accompanied by a thunderous bang, the coffin placed in the middle of the altar exploded in all directions with the mysterious totem charms depicting the whole body as the center point.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning that appeared out of nowhere completely split the coffin into pieces.

But there was a fat woman sitting cross-legged in the place where the coffin was originally placed. That woman had an ordinary appearance.

And on her right cheek, there is a shocking tattoo of the word slave.

"messenger!!"

Those old men knelt down at the feet of the chubby woman devoutly, wishing they could kiss her toes to express their faith.

At this time, the golden altar was so quiet that only the cautious panting of the old men could be heard.

"Click!"

Sitting cross-legged all the time, the sculpture-like woman finally moved her stiff neck!

"I can't see!"

The voice that has not been spoken for a long time is slightly deep and hoarse, mysterious and vicissitudes.

"who am I?"

This is the second sentence she asked, which is like an oracle.

　Book friends who are puzzled by the content of this chapter can read the content of Chapter 124, Zong Er dug a hole a long time ago!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)