The flying sword rose in the wind. Driven by Fu Shiyi, a whistling sound was made. A silver light flashed under the grave, and a large part of it was cut off in an instant. However, the next moment, the cut off place returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye.

Several times in succession.

The grave is still safe!

"maze?!"

Fu Shiyi was shocked.

Her fourth-level formation of "The Magic Power" can be broken, but it has no effect on the tomb in front of her. Fu Shiyi circled around for a few times, but he didn't see any clues about the formation.

"Let me try."

Sister Six was silent for a moment.

Close your eyes.

A strange seal was formed on his right hand.

The left hand brushed across the eyebrows.

I recited an unknown mysterious spell:

"The god of ancient times, Wu Zhu... sacrificed blood, broken!"

"Buzz!!!"

Instantly.

A black light as thick as a little finger on the middle of Liujie's eyebrows shot out and landed on the pile of graves. The whole grave trembled violently, but there was a divine coffin under the grave.

"Is there really a dead person buried in the divine coffin?"

Fu Shiyi is still waiting to be carefully examined.

Sister Liu groaned.

The black light between her eyebrows disappeared.

Sister Liu's face was a little pale, but her eyes were shining:

"Eleventh, the rare and strange grass is in the divine coffin."

It is not the dead that is buried.

It turned out to be a magical grass!!

Fu Shiyi was very happy:

"Sister Six, can you open the divine coffin?"

"Can you do it according to my way?"

Sixth sister said half happy and half sad:

"This divine coffin should be the ancestor of the Tian family. He used ancient spells. This spell is different from a formation. I am afraid that people with the blood of the Tian family can use the spells and open the divine coffin."

Tian Family.

In the past few hundred years, it has become increasingly declining.

According to the power resources they have in their hands, it is logically difficult to cultivate another golden elixir, but over the years, the golden elixir has never been cut off. Perhaps the secret is in the grave.

“There is always a way.”

Fu Shiyi pondered for a moment.

Point to the red grass on the snowy mountain next to it:

"The Hongling Grass is the last batch of spiritual medicines that mature in this mountain range, eight medicine mountains. There are no traces of spiritual medicines eroding on the ground on this mountain. Since that's the case, the person who collects the medicine should appear."

Sister Liu's eyes lit up.

Then there was a flash of worry:

"Eleventh, didn't you say that there is a fifth-level demon king hidden in the canyon? When the demon king wakes up, will we be in trouble!"

"This herbalist may not be this big monster!"

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes.

Considering:

"The children of the Tian family who entered the secret realm have the same foundation-building cultivation as us. I thought that a fifth-level demon king would not be able to obey the instructions of a group of young foundation-building cultivators. Moreover, we have been in the park for almost two years. Even if we are careful, this fifth-level demon king will not be unaware of it."

"What do you mean by Eleven?"

"Sister Six, let's not move for the time being. It's a bit strange. I guess it will be clear soon."

"It's OK, then I'll listen to you, eleven."

Fu Shiyi pinched a sound insulation technique, and the two of them discussed for a moment. Then they found a corner in Hongcheng Formation and hid it. The whole garden returned to tranquility, and this tranquility was broken one night seven days later.

"clang!"

"Dangdang!!"

Fu Shiyi, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!