Chapter 1266

"Hoo Hoo."

Bursts of cold wind carrying Yin Qi slowly blowing, he Tianxin shivered for a while, holding his body in both hands.

She followed Ye Kai and the leaders of the three families, constantly turning her head and looking around.

"What's the secret here, treasure?"

"How do I feel like a ruin?"

In fact, in terms of cultivation alone, he Tianxin is the strongest one in this unmanned team except ye Kai.

The cultivation of Dacheng in the period of crossing the calamity, together with the holy body of melting fire handed down by the he family, is the combination of Xiong Shanhe and Lang Feiren, which is not necessarily the opponent of he Tianxin.

However, he Tianxin is only a 20-year-old girl. She has almost never left his home except for closed door cultivation. At this time, he sees the scene of burying the holy mountain, which is like hell on earth. No matter how high her cultivation is, it is hard to get rid of her inner fear and panic.

"It's just the outside of the burial mountain. The friars who had been in the mountain had already taken all the things that could be looted." He Yudao.

"Although the burial mountain is called" mountain ", its internal topography is closer to the basin."

"The more you go in, the lower the altitude of the mountains, and the higher the danger."

In fact, in those days, many Protoss friars broke their heads to bury the sacred mountain. Many of them were not for the buried treasures in the sacred mountain.

After all, if there is a way to enter the burial mountain, the brain will not be too stupid. It is conceivable how difficult it is to obtain the treasures left by the ancestors of the ancient Protoss.

In fact, due to the special geographical conditions, the burial of the flesh of many powerful ancient Protoss, and the cultivation of various herbs and spirit stones in the extremely special natural environment of the burial mountain, the effect and value of these herbs and spirit stones are far more than those in other parts of the protoss continent.

The goal of the monks is to obtain the medicinal materials and magic weapons which are easier to obtain and have high value at the same time.

For example, the funerary stone is a special kind of spirit stone that can only be produced in the funerary mountain of the protoss continent.

Different from other spirit stones that can absorb aura, the function of burial stone is completely opposite. As long as you inject aura into the burial stone, you can create a barrier that can block all mental power and search for aura. The size of the barrier depends on the volume of the burial stone.

In today's age when the means of magic detection and mental power detection are becoming more and more mature, the value of burial stone is self-evident.

"Oh? Does he Dang's family really know about burying Shenshan? " When ye Kai heard this, he picked his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

He Yun suddenly took a puff at the corner of his mouth.

"They all listen to the ancestors of the he family. As for the real situation, they have to go to the mountain to investigate in person."

"Oh." Ye Kai responded simply, putting his hands behind him, and walking towards the depth of the burial mountain was as pleasant as walking in his own courtyard.

Behind he Yu, Xiong Shanhe and Lang Feiren are so nervous that their facial features are all crowded together for fear that ye Kai will find something.

Langfei blade slowed down his pace a little, poked his elbow, and asked Xiong Shanhe with a mental force.

"Old man Xiong, I said that master Ye simply agreed to let us go into the mountain, but he didn't find anything, did he?"

"Who is the old man? How should I know? You don't think for yourself? "

Xiongshanhe stares at Langfei blade, and returns to Langfei blade's mental strength. A set of big guys make Langfei blade stunned.

But in his heart, he had an idea for a long time.

The main purpose of he Yuhui's visit to the mountain is to bring ye Kai Ping'an back to the three families, and to avoid Ye Kai discovering the possible secrets in the burial mountain. But Xiong Shanhe doesn't think so.

For he Yu, this trip to the holy mountain must be on guard, but for xiongshan River, it is the opposite.

Although the Xiong family is inferior to the he family in terms of both family background and strength, they are the same three families. Although Xiong Shanhe accepts this fact, it does not mean that he does not want to compete with the Xiong family.

After becoming the leader of the family, he often fantasized that one day he would be able to obtain the top-level magic weapon, revive the bear family, and make his name of Xiong Shanhe engraved in the history of the Protoss.

Now, this trip to bury the holy mountain is an opportunity in front of us!

His strength in xiongshan river is only in the middle of the period of passing through the robbery. It is very difficult, even impossible, for him to survive in the extremely dangerous burial mountain. Even if he takes several strong members of the Xiong family with him, it is estimated that the group will be destroyed.

But now it's different.

In this five member team, there are powerful foreigners, he family owners with all kinds of magic weapons of he family, and he family's younger generation with abnormal and extreme holy body of melting fire.

In Xiong Shanhe's opinion, if these people are combined, they can't get into the depth of the burial mountain, then no one can get into the burial mountain.

If five people find something wonderful, it must be assigned to the he family in the end.

After all, ye Kai is barely half of the he family now. He has little power to fight for in the middle of a small period.No, we have to pull someone together.

Thinking of this, Xiong Shanhe glanced at his side, his face full of gloomy waves and flying blades, shooting a spiritual force.

"The wave is in charge."

"Do you want to cooperate with me?"

Buried at the bottom of the mountain, tens of thousands of meters below the surface of the earth.

No one knows that in the dim space, a huge black palace is floating slowly in the space.

If anyone sees this palace, he will be surprised. After all, the black palace is totally collapsed, with its head facing, but the original foundation is right above it.

Moreover, if you look at those black surfaces carefully, you will find that the whole palace is actually made up of burial stones!

Not to mention how much manpower is needed to build a palace out of the burial stone, it is impossible for ordinary people to imagine just maintaining the aura needed for the burial stone to set up a barrier.

An ordinary monk may be emptied of his aura in an instant, but the owner of this underground palace, the burial palace, has maintained this palace for decades with his own aura.

The boy with long black hair is holding a goblet made of spirit stone, tasting the wine in the goblet and looking at the projection in front of him.

The teenager seems to be only a teenager, very young, but in fact, he is more than 200 years old. For 200 years, he has maintained this appearance.

Looking at the projection, a middle-aged man in jeans collapsed in a pool of bright red blood, the body constantly pumping.

"Hum, although it has some Protoss blood and some new moves, it's just an alien after all."

"If you limit part of your aura, you will end up in such a situation in the face of a slightly gifted alien."

"It's rubbish."

The young man was disappointed and concluded.

One of the reasons why he saved Lear's life at that time was that he wanted to know what kind of obsession the alien people relied on to survive. Another reason was that he wanted to understand the alien people through lear.

After all, as a strong Protoss, he has always lived in this Protoss continent, and has never been in contact with foreigners. His curiosity about foreigners exists.

But now, he feels wrong.

Sure enough, only the protoss is the strongest in the universe!

"Dad, Dad, that alien seems to be dying. What should I do?" Next to the boy, a child of four or five years old came up to him with a cold smile that didn't match his age.

"Throw it away."

"All right The child laughed again and was about to start. Then he seemed to think of something and turned his head to look at the man behind him.

"By the way, Dad, in addition to another foreign monk, there are several Protoss on the mountain."

"I know."

"Don't you take care of it?"

"No The man shook his head, his face full of disdain.

"Although the smell of that alien is a little concerned, in the final analysis, it's just a piece of rubbish that doesn't even have my Protoss blood."

"And the weak? Who is in charge of the three families? It's a bunch of trash that can't lift the waves. "

"If they could come to my burial palace, I would be fine."

At this point, the man will no longer speak.

"I see." The child nodded and went to the shadow of the palace.

Right above the top of the two heads, a small silver white spirit lamp was placed on a floating lamp stand. The red and gold flame was flashing dim red light, and constantly emerged from the wick.