At this moment, the terracotta warriors are trapped in the pit.
Under the intimidation of Jiu Bailu, Huang Jun and his group no longer dared to provoke Xiao Hei and his companions.
Xiao Hei and his group, due to Xiao Hei's special bloodline, were able to charge ahead, leaving the Xuanming Holy Son and Huang Jun's alliance far behind.
After repairing the numerous deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body in the center of the group, Xiao Hei once again took over from Jiu Bailu at the front.
With this rotation, Xiao Hei and the others gradually saw the end of the pit.
The surrounding terracotta warriors were blasted apart and then regenerated within two breaths.
Ye Qiubai and Tan Zongzhao now appear somewhat weak, and even Xiao Hei, who possesses a powerful self-healing ability, is constantly panting heavily.
Although physical injuries can heal, Xiao Hei's mind will be extremely exhausted after several days of continuous high-intensity battles.
However, Xiao Hei's cultivation level has been completely stabilized in recent days, and his strength has increased significantly.
Only Jiu Bailu remained as ethereal as ever, untouched by the dust of the world, her aura still abundant, and her body untouched by any dust or powder.
Another day passed before we finally reached the door.
On the other hand, Xuanming Holy Son and Huang Jun's group had already lost more than half of their men.
However, this had nothing to do with Xiao Hei and the others. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously pushed open the black iron gate in front of them and went inside.
Watching Xiao Hei and the others enter through that door, both Huang Jun and Xuanming Holy Son had rather unpleasant expressions.
This means they've seized the initiative; if there's an extraordinary fortuitous opportunity behind that door, it's none of their business.
Huang Jun roared, "Speed up! Stay close to me!"
Hearing this, the weary man standing nearby, seeing that Xiao Hei and the others had already gone inside, could only grit his teeth and muster the last of his strength.
The Xuanming Holy Son also said in a deep voice, "Those with serious injuries or depleted Immortal Qi should take pills as soon as possible! We also need to speed things up, otherwise we won't even get a sip of soup!"
After walking through that door.
Before them stood a high platform, identical to the tomb chamber on the other side of the Fang Qiong.
However, there was no coffin or corpse on this high platform, only a huge throne.
The throne has a strange shape, with very sharp edges and corners. The higher up the throne, the sharper the edges become, just like a vertical long sword!
Above the throne, there was nothing else but a sword floating in the air.
The sword is three feet long, and the guard is located between the hilt and the blade, resembling a cloud.
At the center of the sword, there is a blue line running from top to bottom!
The sword simply stood silently on the throne, without emitting any aura.
On this point alone, it appears to be nothing more than a finely crafted ordinary sword.
Even Tan Zongzhao frowned and said, "It looks very ordinary. Could this be some kind of fortuitous opportunity?"
The crown prince also looked puzzled. "Something's not right. There must be some hidden secret. Otherwise, there wouldn't be just this one sword in such a large tomb. It's just that we can't find the secret."
Only when Jiu Bailu saw the sword did her eyes flash with golden light, and her gaze turned to Ye Qiubai, her eyes slightly stunned.
But when Ye Qiubai saw this sword, he couldn't take his eyes off it!
At first glance, he also thought the sword was quite ordinary.
But when he tried to look away, his subconscious prevented him from doing so!
This sword looks ordinary, but it resonates with him!
It was as if he had once possessed this sword.
He walked forward, step by step approaching the sword.
Tan Zongzhao and the Crown Prince also noticed Ye Qiubai's unusual behavior, and were slightly taken aback. They quickly reminded him, " Brother Ye, be careful! We don't know if there are any other dangers!"
Ye Qiubai seemed not to hear him at all, as if he were possessed, taking one step at a time, each step the same distance, and even the weight of his footsteps was exactly the same.
Xiao Hei frowned slightly, wanting to step forward.
But Jiu Bailu said softly, "Don't disturb him; this is his fortuitous opportunity."
Xiao Hei was stunned.
The crown prince, also puzzled, asked, "Why?"
Jiu Bailu said calmly, "There is an unbreakable karmic connection between him and that sword."
Indeed, the reason why Jiu Bailu was stunned just now was because she saw that there was a golden rope connecting the sword and Ye Qiubai.
This is the Karmic Rope.
Jiu Bailu's words surprised everyone slightly.
cause and effect?
This prince's tomb dates back millions of years, and Tan Zongzhao also knows that Ye Qiubai is from the Mortal Realm. How could he possibly be involved with forces from the Chaos Realm from millions of years ago?
Isn't the time span and geographical span a bit too far-fetched?
However, the Immortal Realm cultivation is full of wonders, so it's not impossible.
Everyone believed Jiu Bailu's words and watched Ye Qiubai walk step by step towards the high platform throne, without saying anything more.
At this moment, Ye Qiubai stepped onto the steps without any hindrance and arrived in front of the throne.
Looking at the sword before him, Ye Qiubai raised his hand and grasped the hilt.
The moment he grasped the hilt, the sword began to tremble slightly.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful Sword Intent surged into Ye Qiubai's body through his palm!
The immense Sword Intent didn't even give Ye Qiubai a chance to react.
It shattered the bones in Ye Qiubai's right arm, followed by his chest, and then his limbs and bones.
Click, click, click...
The sound of bones shattering and exploding continued to ring out.
Ye Qiubai's face turned pale, cold sweat poured down his face, and he tried to scream but couldn't make a sound.
"How can such a frail body bear the weight of my return?"
A faint, ethereal sigh echoed.
However, these words were not heard by anyone else; instead, they echoed in Ye Qiubai's mind.
"I will reshape your Sword Bone..."
As these words fell, Ye Qiubai, who had intended to question them, was interrupted by intense pain!
Three days had passed.
Huang Jun and the Xuanming Holy Son also arrived one after another.
However, the number of people is nearly half of the original number.
When Huang Jun and Xuanming Holy Son saw Ye Qiubai on the high platform holding a sword, with cracking sounds constantly coming from his body, they were slightly taken aback.
It's obvious.
At this moment, Ye Qiubai is undergoing a process of inheritance or something similar.
Huang Jun sneered, "What? Are you planning to monopolize this fortuitous opportunity?"
The Xuanming Holy Son stepped forward and said, "You really don't intend to give us a single drop of soup? That's extremely unreasonable."
Xiao Hei stood directly in front of Xuanming Holy Son, while Crown Prince Tan Zongzhao came to stand in front of Huang Jun.
"What do you want to do?" Xiao Hei asked.
The Xuanming Holy Son chuckled, "Of course we have to interrupt him. We can't really leave us nothing, can we?"
Xiao Hei nodded and stepped forward. "It seems we still owe a fight from the banquet. Let's settle it now."