Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 287

Yuan Lao's small courtyard is in ruins and ruins.

Obviously, this place has long been visited by people, but I don't know if it is the two dead ghosts from the Ghost Sect, or the master of the Demon Suppression Division.

They all came towards Elder Yuan.

rumbling...

A gust of wind whistled, and Zhou Dao appeared like a ghost holding Yuan Lao. His speed was unbelievably fast, especially after stepping into the Nine Changes, it was simply not something that ordinary monks could capture.

Zhou Dao gently put Yuan Lao down, leaned against the tree that was cut in half in the distance, and fed him a [turtle essence pill].

As soon as Dan Wan entered, the originally pale face immediately recovered a trace of blood, and Old Yuan's chest also rose and fell slightly.

puff...

Old Yuan struggled slightly, showing a look of pain, with purple-black blood protruding from the corners of his mouth.

"Little thing... in the end... it's promising..." Yuan Lao slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Dao weakly, and couldn't help showing a gratified smile.

"I really can't hide this trick from you."

"Hey, didn't you say that good people don't live long, and disasters will last a thousand years? You still want to live a thousand years!" Zhou Dao grinned and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Stinky boy, scold me in a different way." Yuan Lao shook his head slightly: "I know my own body, and after this disaster, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for long."

Zhou Dao heard the words and remained silent.

Indeed, Elder Yuan was already very old. When he was young, he was seriously injured, leaving behind hidden illnesses. He has repeated it over and over for many years. Now that he has suffered such severe injuries and his vitality has been damaged, for the elderly, the fundamental damage has been done.

"You're not a child anymore, don't do this kind of gesture." Yuan Lao took Zhou Dao's hand, looked at him again, and showed a satisfied smile: "You are a master now, you should know the truth of life and death..."

"In my life, I have seen high mountains, walked through low valleys, seen Jiutianyue, tasted bitter well water, experienced scenery, and experienced downs and downs... It's not in vain to have someone like you to send me on my last journey. Take a walk in this world."

Yuan Lao looked at Zhou Dao with relief and relief in his eyes.

He still remembered that the first time he saw Zhou Dao, he was completely stunned, and without anyone to lead the way, he went to the black market to sell Yaozhen.

Perhaps it was fate. Old Yuan took over the business, and since then, this young man has been running to him every now and then.

After a long time, the taste of business has faded. In the eyes of Yuan Lao, Zhou Dao has long been regarded as a junior.

Looking at it now, Zhou Dao is already a top expert who can shock Pingjiang City, ranking in the realm of nine changes. As soon as he speaks, even the commander of Yu Yaosi can only obey orders.

Being able to achieve such an achievement, Yuan Lao is full of consolation.

"Old Yuan, you are indeed old, but you are long-winded. I think you can live for a long time. Let's talk about these words later."

Zhou Dao waved his hand, but his heart was full of warmth.

Old Yuan does have some meaning to run out of oil, but at least he can live for a while. With his current methods, it seems that it is not a problem to find some panacea to make up for his vitality and prolong his life.

"If you don't say some things now, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future."

Old Yuan shook his head and pointed to the ruins not far away.

"Under my house, I dig nine feet in the ground. There is something, you can help me take it out."

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat, he didn't ask any further questions, he followed the direction and came to the location of Old Yuan's house.

At this moment, his feet are full of broken walls, broken stones and tiles.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao circulated his blood energy and stomped the ground lightly, only to hear a loud noise, and the ruins under his feet instantly turned into pieces.

At the same time, a seven-eighth-long crack opened on the ground.

In the dark depths, there was actually a thick steel door.

"Can you open it? This door is made of black iron diamond, there is no key..." Yuan Lao asked.

This is a dead door. The materials used are extremely special, isolated from exploration, and extremely strong. Even a master of the True Fire Nine-layer may not be able to open it.

At the beginning, it took a lot of effort for Old Yuan to refine this steel gate.

Zhou Dao didn't speak, he jumped down deep, put his five fingers together, and slammed it straight into the steel door.

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the steel door with a thickness of seven or eight inches was directly torn open by Zhou Dao.

Beneath the steel door was a pitch-black iron box with the undulating river water engraved on it. One day a black dragon squatted in the middle of the river, dragging the lock with both claws.

The lock was actually still a talisman.

"This is..." Zhou Dao couldn't help but be moved, with some vague guesses.

When he picked up the iron box, he felt an extreme coldness coming from the inside, and at the same time, a wave seemed to recover the moment he touched it.

"Living thing!?"

Zhou Dao was in shock, he took the black iron box and jumped out of the pit.

Seeing that he took out the things, Yuan Lao couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a nine-transformation powerhouse, the door of death forged by the Black Iron King Kong can be opened with flesh and blood."

"Old Yuan, what is this?" Zhou Dao put down the iron box and asked.

"This is the ancestral artifact passed down by Yuanmen from generation to generation, the ominous thing in the evil dragon river."

Yuan Lao looked at Zhou Dao with a complicated expression: "Do you know where the three families in Pingjiang City came from?"

Zhou Dao shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Many years ago, the ancestors of Sanmen were just fishermen who relied on the Nielong River to make a living. They were mediocre and lived in ignorance. One night, the Nielong River was undulating and raining constantly... Some people said that they saw a huge black shadow. Falling in the black sky and thunder, falling into the river..."

"Afterwards, people said that it was the Dragon King who was smashed to death by Tianlei."

"That is, that night, the Nielong River stopped flowing, revealing a section, and there was actually a large tomb there."

"What? Big grave?" Zhou Dao was startled, showing a look of surprise.

Elder Yuan nodded. This is a secret shared by the three families, and only a few people know about it.

"It's said to be a big tomb, but it's actually an arched terrain. It looks like a tomb bag, but it is engraved with dense text and symbols."

"What was written on it?" Zhou Dao asked ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Yuan Lao shook his head: "That kind of writing is extremely old and hard to read, not to mention that the ancestors of the three sects were fishermen, how much knowledge do you have?"

"At that time, the three of them also had the courage to open the tomb. Who would have thought that what was pressing down was a disaster..."

"The tomb bag was opened, and the calamity hidden inside came to light again. The ancestors of the three sects instantly gained amazing power, extraordinary and extraordinary." Yuan Lao said solemnly.

"Among them, the ancestors of Longmen have the most powerful power. Later, Longmen has always been ranked first in Pingjiang City, and its status cannot be shaken."

"As for the ancestor of Hongmen, he is male and female, too feminine and weakest."

"On the other hand, the ancestors of Yuanmen were hot-tempered, cruel and ruthless, and their strength was second only to the ancestors of Longmen."

"It is precisely because of this opportunity that the foundation of the three major families in the future has been laid, which will be passed down from generation to generation and will endure for a long time."

Speaking of which, Yuan Lao looked at the pitch-black iron box in front of Zhou Dao.

"What did they find at the bottom of the Nielong River?" Zhou Dao asked.

Old Yuan reached out and stroked the pitch-black iron box, his voice became low and mysterious.

"Three bugs!!!"

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