"My Suzaku God General Wang Jian and Wang Jue have been familiar with the Three Strategies since the day of his birth, and have understood the Six Strategies. Then he forged the Divine Wuling Light, the Great Wilderness West Continent, and fought for danger. I don't know how many times I have stepped on the Xuan Bridge of Life and Death. In a hundred years, he entered the realm of the True Ancient God and was named the "Four God Generals" by the First Emperor. In the ancient Qin Kingdom, thousands of people respected him. Once he proclaimed himself, he vowed to make Wang Jian's name enthrone in the prehistoric world, but it was my lifelong shame to die in such an embarrassing way..."

Wang Jian closed his eyes and browsed the memories. Her voice was desperate and sad, as if he was celebrating the eulogy.

"Wang Jian, we are not dead yet. Can't you be cheered up as a god?" Qi Lin was speechless.

Wang Jian didn't want to see the expression of the man pressing on her body. The cold skin touch made her forget her death.

"I may have a way to escape." Qi Lin sighed softly.

Wang Jue shuddered and opened his eyes, his eyes were full of disheartening: "Jingwu is the four evil spirits in the prehistoric world, don't imagine you can escape." After a pause, she continued to say ruthlessly: "Although you are also a messenger of the gods, you can't deal with Jiluo at your level." Jiluo was a vicious object that had been raised by Wanwan Hou Gun for more than 100,000 years. Only when you reach the ancient realm may you have a glimmer of life.

They were trapped in the coffin by the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred now with the ability to do the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred

"What if I could really escape?" Qi Lin asked.

Wang Jian stared at him, as if he wanted to see him bluffing, but the Suzaku God General was relieved to find that the young man was confident and not groundless.

"You said." Wang Jian listened with ease. She wanted to know what amazing appearance this young man could have.

"When Gun built a tomb on the fierce land where thousands of beasts were slaughtered, to raise the four evil spirits 'Boards'. According to your statement, it should be at least 100,000 years?" Qi Lin was calm.

"One hundred thousand years is enough to make the incredible realm of Jade. If it were raised in the past few decades, we might have a glimmer of hope, but..." Wang Jian pursed his lips, his eyes already empty of hope.

"Since it is a way of breeding, Gun must have some means to limit the slaughter, otherwise it would be difficult for her to control. Moreover, after 100,000 years, this ferocious object was unknown in the wilderness of thousands of beasts. This shows that Gun used a restricted method to limit the slaughter in this tomb, so it could not go out and could only stay in the tomb."

Wang Jian thought about it and seemed to make some sense, but what's the use of knowing this? They have been captured by the silence of the bronze coffin by the silence of the silence of the silence of the silence. Their strength was limited and they could not break through the silence of the silence of the silence.

"You just told me about the Ten Thousand Beasts Banner..." Qi Lin said. "The Ten Thousand Beasts Marquis conquered the Ten Thousand Beasts wilderness to refine twelve Ten Thousand Beasts Banners, then she might have used the same method to refine the things that trapped the Banners."

Seeing that Wang Jian was a little confused, Qi Lin said powerlessly: "Have you never paid attention to the details of this tomb?"

Wang Jian blushed and retorted: "There are hundreds of tomb-guarding beasts in this burial hall and a coffin hanging by chains. What details can be found... Could it be..." The woman was stunned, "Chain?"

"Well, the coffin in this burial hall may be something that traps the slaughter, and the twelve chains are prohibitions."

Wang Jian was shocked by Qi Lin's imagination. Oh my God, how powerful should this be to have such a strong observation and imagination to think of such a result. "But what can I do if I know?"

"What can trap the shackles should be the stele of the ancient dragon clan. If we can crack it, we may be able to break through the coffin."

Wang Jian's mind was a little confused, and she couldn't keep up with Qi Lin's rhythm.

Qi Lin ignored whether the woman under him could understand. In short, the only way was to use the coffin to get rid of it. Qi Lin closed his eyes and immediately entered the imagination. Soon the structure of the entire mausoleum was created in his mind like a three-dimensional diagram. His skill was called "dimensional structure" by his senior sister. In the past, in archaeology, he was inevitably going deep into complex mausoleums. Some mausoleums were even more complicated than mazes because of their special mechanisms and structures.

Many archaeologists may even lose their direction once they enter. Later, Qi Lin trained his method. With his "imagination" ability, he could draw a map in his mind based on every step he took. With this ability, the tomb he walked through was presented to his mind like a thinking map.

Even in this burial hall, the tomb-guarding beasts are placed, the patterns of the bronze coffin and twelve chains are all excavated and repaired through deep memory.

The twelve chains swayed gently.

This sound is subtle, and it is difficult to hear the difference without listening carefully.

Qi Lin felt differently sensitively.

Just as he was trying to break the secrets of the twelve chains and the coffin, the black gas-transformed water that filled the coffin gradually submerged, and the two of them almost stuck together, and Wang Jue's body was violated. Wang Jue wanted to stare at Qi Lin fiercely, and told him not to think about it. Suddenly, the young man who suppressed her was not tasting the warm fragrance of nephrite. He was thinking... He was thinking, he was looking for vitality.

Wang Jian also fell silent.

"So that's it, it's the twelve earthly branches." Qi Lin suddenly realized.

"Twelve Earthly Branches?"

"Well, the twelve chains represent the twelve earthly branches, and the difference in sounds represents Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao..." Qi Lin was a little excited: "Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao also represents the images of the twelve animals. If you say so, as long as we find the corresponding image of the tomb-guarding beasts in the Burial Hall, we can open the ban to deal with Jade and escape."

"You know this now without meaning." Wang Jian closed his eyes, and the black water filled her face. She could feel that her skin had lost its presence.

"There is still a chance. The twelve chains lock the coffin. We happen to be inside the coffin. As long as we use divine power to penetrate the twelve chains into the coffin, we can open the coffin." Qi Lin had noticed that there were traces of twelve chains passing through the coffin. He wanted to use star power, but he had no power to exert it.

The evil spirit of the monks wrapped the two people like a silkworm cocoon, and they could not break through them at all.

Qi Lin, who had just been happy, immediately looked a little ugly.

"Hey, Wang Jian admired him for seeing a man like you before he died. I hope we can become friends in the next life." Wang Jian had never admired someone so much. Qi Lin's calmness, confidence and optimism unknowingly infected her.

"I'm not interested in dying here."

Qi Lin gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, opened his sea of ​​consciousness, and the ancient Chinese pictures appeared leisurely.

...

"A smart boy can actually see through the mystery of the 'Board Coffin' at a glance."

Outside the burial hall, the coffin lid was carved with strange patterns. When you look closely, it looked like the slaughter. A pair of red eyes looked lifelike. It was tasting the desperate struggle of a man and a woman in the coffin. Soon it was revealed that Qi Lin had seen through the mystery of this ban.

That's right, these twelve "earth branch locks" cooperate with the "heavenly stem beasts" in the burial hall to form a powerful barrier to trap it here.

It must absorb tens of thousands of years of fierceness before it can break through.

Maybe if you swallow this man, it should be able to recover faster, and you don’t have to wait until Gun comes to dominate its name.

The blood-red pupils on the coffin cover slowly disappeared, and it was sincerely satisfied with this desperate offering.

...

The black water's aura became deeper and deeper, almost filling the coffin, and Qi Lin's consciousness became blurry. It won't take long before he and Wang Jian would turn into a bloody wave, from muscles, bones, organs, and souls would melt into this coffin and become a part of resentment.

strength.

Qi Lin was extremely eager for power. The sky-shaking bow and cloud-piercing arrows appeared in the ancient Chinese map, but because he had no power to control it, he had no way to use it.

Suddenly, Qi Lin thought of something.

"Wang Jian!!"

Qi Lin shouted with all his strength.

The woman's eyes were confused and walking on the edge of the mysterious bridge of life and death. Wang Jian's heart was no longer humiliating or resentment, and she had almost lost her anger.

"What price are you willing to pay to survive!" Qi Lin bit her ears, and every word was sonorous and powerful, loud and deafening.

cost?

If she really survived from the four evil spirits, what else could she expect?

"Very good, your life is mine now." Qi Lin firmly said, he lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips.

then.

Hope emerges from the cocoon.
Chapter completed!