Chapter 492: Ancient cemetery

The Optimus is overbearing and fierce.
At the moment when the cold knife was about to roll up, the body of Jiang Guosheng’s body suddenly moved, fluttering like a leaf, and then raised the long bow in his hand. I didn't see him bowing his arrows, just slamming the longbow.
No arrow, how to hurt people?
People accidentally widened their eyes, wondering if Jiang Zhansheng was a confused teacher, or nervous, and the murderous celestial sky was suddenly nervous. A stream of air suddenly came to him, and the wind and the wind turned into a vaguely smashing arrow, and it was almost piercing into the eyebrows, and the sound of the piercing sound was heard in the ear!
The celestial body's body retreats ghostly, and then evasively evasive, this flashed through this terrible arrow-like wind.
No arrow, it is better than an arrow!
The national teacher Jiang Tunsheng did not have a close battle with Qing Tianhou, and it seemed that the momentum was not so strong, but when he started, he saw God fearing ghosts and shocks!
"Qingtian, the deity of this arrow, how is the taste?" Guo Zhansheng swallowed and asked, his mouth slightly upturned with taunts.
"What treasure are you?"
Qing Tianhou's face sank, the body's power fluctuations continue to climb and the murderousness is more intense. If the same head is going to madly kill a thousand miles of monsters, "Is it, this is the legendary Daqin dynasty town kingdom artifact emperor bow?"
"Yes, this is the emperor's bow. Before I left, I deliberately borrowed this treasure from my majesty. I only wanted to prevent it, but I didn't expect it to be used." Guo Shi Jiang Tunsheng nodded. The onlookers screamed and realized that the long bow in the hands of the Guoshi Jiang Tengsheng was so powerful.
Legend has it that when the Daqin Wang ancestors levied the Northern War and laid down the vast territory of the country, they were helped by the super-world masters of the world. Before the death of the first Daqin Wang, in addition to the giants of the Daqin Dynasty, three pieces of the national artifacts were also passed down. The first one was the imperial masterpieces specially created for the emperors. The second one was Known as the tens of millions of pounds of the big killer Emperor Ding, the third is the emperor bow that can be shot by the saints!
Looking at the longbow in the hands of the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng, the celestial battlefield on the field is like an enemy. Under the field, Ye Chuan is also shocked.
The imperial boxing was so powerful that he had already learned it. The original strong enemy, Qin Shizi, Li Guanghan, had let him deeply understand the fierceness of the imperial boxing. Now, the king's bow is also very powerful, and the emperor Ding, who has not yet been born?
With the protection of these three major towns, it is no wonder that the Daqin dynasty has a strong air force, and despite thousands of turbulences, it still stands!
Ye Chuan took the initiative and turned around and walked into the dark underground passage. No matter whether the national division is swallowed or smashed, it is far from what he can now deal with. The only way to fight against them one day is to improve your cultivation and to gather more swallows!
At the end of the underground passage, it is an ancient transmission array of large blocks of obsidian. Perhaps the energy is about to run out, maybe it will be closed when the time is up, and the light of the ancient transmission array is getting dimmer and only a faint shadow.
Lost City, I am coming!
Ye Chuan slammed his head and shook his temper, and rushed to the front before the ancient transmission array closed. For a time, the whirlwind turned to the ancient transmission array and made a big splash.
Outside the underground passage, the blue sea crystals left by the Kraken chiefs completely cracked and exhausted all energy.
The ground shook and swayed, and the sound of the rumble was heard.
Ye Chuan, standing on the transmission array, looked back and saw that the underground passage began to collapse. The air was swaying with the volatility of the ban, and the ancient transmission dust at the end of the passage was sealed. The next time you open it, you have to wait a hundred years.
Fortunately, the last moment caught up!
Ye Chuan was pleased with the heart, secretly glad, followed by the pupil tightened.
In the collapsed passage, two figures suddenly appeared, one with a cold knife and a long bow in one hand. Wherever they passed, the dirt and boulders flew out on both sides, and the sound was even worse than the collapse of the passage!
Jiang Zhansheng and Qing Tianhou, who were still in the midst of a deadly battle, had joined hands in the moment when the entrance to the lost city was about to be completely closed.
Ye Chuan stepped back half a step, slightly bent his shoulders, and urged the body to slant and slant upwards. With a bang, the underground passage accelerated the collapse of large expanses of mud and boulders, completely insulting the ancient transmission.
The scream of anger sounded, and the glory of the 100,000 rushing rushing into the sky and the national teacher, Jiang Tunsheng, screamed in unison, and Ye Chuan, standing on the ancient transmission line, suddenly felt a strong danger and was locked by two powerful breaths.
With an enemy two, or two anti-Sacred masters, who can resist?
Ye Chuan was shocked, and the soul could even feel the longevity of the celestial battle and the arrow of the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng being fast approaching, screaming through large swaths of mud and stones. The space at the end of the passage is narrow, let alone block, and there is no place to hide. Fortunately, the ancient transmission array at the foot speeds up at this time, and the red light disappears.
The screams of anger and the piercing sound of the air rang at the same time, and Ye Chuan felt a pain in his back. After a while, it appeared in another space. Looking back, there was a huge crack in the air twisting and swaying. It seems that the national division Jiang Zhansheng and Qing Tianhou joined forces to display the reverse space and tear space to catch up.
Great!
These two guys are definitely the enchanting hands of the semi-sacred hands, which were enchanting existence millions of years ago. It’s so powerful now, once it breaks through to the saints, what else?
In the heart of Ye Chuan's big earthquake, the backhand touched it, and the blood on his back was blood. I don't know if it was the knives of the Optimus, or the airflow from the long bow of the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng. Sweeping the cracks in the air, turning around and rushing, I fear that the next two enchanting horrors will tear the space to chase.
After rushing out for more than a dozen miles, Ye Chuan suddenly stopped and his face was tight.
When he was just transferred, he didn't notice too much. He walked and suddenly found that there were graves along the way, which was very strange.
Look carefully, you can see that this is a towering high mountain, the sky is dark and gray, can not see the day or night, look up, there are graves, or large or small shape of the grave. Some have mottled stone monuments with the names and life of the tomb owners, and some graves have nothing. In the air, there is a strong breath of death.
This is the Lost City of the Sea Demon Holy Land?
Ye Chuan was very unexpected and unexpected.
Originally, I thought that I would come to a holy place full of vitality and treasures. Who would have thought that there would be such a place?
It seems that this is not so much a racial sacred place as it is an ancient cemetery. Which ethnic racial sacred place would be so gloomy and depressed that there are so many graves?
Ye Chuan took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.
Looking up, I can't see the traces of Zhu Sijia and Yu Mo, and they can't sense their breath. The time interval between the front and the back of the ancient transmission array is not long, but it seems that they and they have reached two different worlds, the vast ancient cemetery, only one living person!