The Heaven’s Jailer

"You don't have to panic, Dagan Dynasty is a thing of the past. Even if these people are really Dagan Dynasty, what can they do?"

Seeing that Song Youliang and Fan Jia looked like a big enemy, Liu Lang comforted the two people: "The Heavenless Sacred Stele is floating next to them, but they didn't find it. It can only show that the level of this group of people is average. "

"It makes sense, it makes sense."

Song Youliang and Fan Jia looked at each other, and they were immediately relieved.

"Don't go out in a hurry, let's see the situation first." Although he didn't pay much attention to the dozens of people outside, Liu Lang decided to observe first for the sake of caution.

It's not Yucheng right now.

Without the blessing of the formation, the fight really depends on Song Youliang and Fan Jia.

"Yes, it depends on the situation first."

Song Youliang and Fan Jia naturally would not oppose Liu Lang's plan to stay still.

As the descendants of the tomb guards, they have a natural awe of the Dagan royal family. After all, their ancestors worked for the Dagan royal family.

And in the end, he also played a guard and self-pirate, even if the two ancestors of the **** king realm, hearing the words Dagan royal family, I am afraid they will be guilty for a while.

The projection is not only an image, but also a synchronized voice.

In the next moment, Song Youliang and Fan Jia opened their eyes wide, pricked their ears, and continued to peek and listen.

"Do you understand everything?" Aside from the Wutian Sacred Stele, the headed youth asked after making clear their positions, scanning the other ten people.

"I heard it a long time ago, you have said it three times."

A middle-aged man with a beard replied impatiently.

"Youngest, don't talk if you can't speak."

As soon as the middle-aged cultivator's voice fell, the white-bearded old man next to him sank his face. After the rebuke, the white-bearded old man turned to the headed young man and said apologetically: "Master Su, my brother has always been impatient, please Don't be offended."

"It's okay."

The leading young man waved his hand and said, "I have said a lot. Now that everyone has remembered, let's start!"

"Everyone is cheering up, if anyone is wrong, apologize!"

The white-bearded old man nodded to the headed young man, and immediately reminded the others severely.

"It seems that these are two groups of people! The youth is a group of themselves, and the others are a group." Just now, the leader of the youth spoke alone, and could not hear anything. Now, they are talking to each other. Lang, Song Youliang, Fan Jia, immediately made new discoveries.

"This is a good thing."

Liu Lang commented.

"Yes, good thing."

Song Youliang and Fan Jia's eyes lit up, they are not stupid, of course they understand what Liu Lang means.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Since there are two groups of people, the space that can be used is huge.

Inside the imperial tomb, there is endless wealth. How do the two groups of people enter the resources? How to divide the treasures? Even if you do not provoke, the possibility of infighting is very high.

"Start!"

When Liu Lang, Song Youliang, and Fan Jia were thinking about how to come to a snipe and clam to fight for the fisherman's profit, the young people outside of the Heavenless Sacred Stele waved their hands to portray the tricks.

"It's kind of interesting."

Song Youliang and Fan Jia are laymen in the battle, but Liu Lang is a genuine holy step technique refiner.

The so-called expert will know if there is any when he takes action. As soon as the young man takes his position, Liu Lang realizes that his skills are extraordinary.

It's not the depth of those tactics, but the full sense of history.

Nothing remains the same, and the same is true of the way of practice.

For millions of years, the way of art has been constantly evolving and progressing, and the way of depicting various formation patterns has also been constantly changing.

Just like the characters of the Three Realms, the first is oracle bone inscriptions, and then the inscriptions on bronze, big seal, small seal, official script, cursive script, regular script, running script, and the way of depiction of magic techniques are also constantly evolving.

Obviously, the method that the young man portrayed was not a product of this era.

But Liu Lang can still understand the basic meaning.

"This is to start the rhythm of the imperial tomb!"

After looking at it for a while, the corners of Liu Lang's mouth turned upwards slightly.

The so-called all roads lead to Rome, and the way to open the imperial tomb is obviously not the only way to use the disguise mask to tell Liu Lang directly that the way for young people outside to open the imperial tomb may be more advanced.

Near Liu Lang's silent thinking, the circle has already taken shape.

"Enter!"

As the youth shouted, the twelve cultivators who had been ready for a long time jumped into the formation, and each occupied a key position.

Afterwards, the twelve cultivators mobilized their holy powers.

That's right, the twelve cultivators are all holy masters, and they are all holy master peaks.

The reason why Liu Lang chose to wait and see cautiously lies in the realm of these twelve people. Although, separated by the Heavenless Sacred Stele, the effect of the Eye of Truth is not discounted.

In fact, Liu Lang confirmed the cultivation base of these twelve people as early as the first time, but the headed young man has a slightly lower realm, and only the late Holy Master.

As for why they didn't talk to Song Youliang and Fan Jiaming, they were mainly afraid of Song Youliang and Fan Jia.

As the saying goes, one blast, then decline, and exhaustion. If you come up, your morale will be lost, and there will be no need to enter the imperial tomb.

Under Liu Lang, Song Youliang, and Fan Jia's gaze, the sacred power was quickly injected into the array.

"boom!"

Then there was a loud noise.

After the loud noise, a perfectly round burst of light rushed straight into the sky, and actually tore a hole above the sky.

And this opening is the spatial passage leading to the Mausoleum of Dagan.

"So simple?" Song Youyuan and Fan Jia were surprised.

Although it was the first time for them to come to the tomb of Dagan, they knew exactly how the ancestors of the two tribes opened the tomb.

Even with the key to the mask of disguise, every seven or forty-nine days is not enough.

However, this group of people turned out to be less than a quarter of an hour.

The comparison between the two is simply a gap between heaven and earth.

In the next moment, Song Youliang and Fan Jia looked at Liu Lang at the same time.

Liu Lang looked as usual.

"Since someone is charging in front, we can save a lot of energy and just follow in." Looking at the open space channel, Liu Lang shrugged and said.

Seeing Liu Lang so calm, Song Youliang and Fan Jia gradually recovered from the shock.

Although various signs indicated that it would be much more difficult to explore the imperial tomb this time than expected, but as long as Liu Lang, the pinning sea god, did not fall, they did not need to panic.

"Success!"

Outside of the Heavenless Sacred Stele, the twelve holy master peak cultivators standing in the front of the array, looking up at the sky, were all surprised. They had prepared for so long for this moment.

Thinking of the endless treasures in the imperial mausoleum, everyone swallowed.

The young people standing outside are also relieved.

After taking a sigh of relief, the young man scanned the twelve holy masters and said in a deep voice: "Opening the imperial tomb is only the first step. There are countless institutions in the imperial tomb. After entering, everyone must follow the instructions. Do not act without authorization."