The Heaven’s Jailer

"Our wish is to kill you!" The white-bearded old man headed by gritted his teeth, realizing that there was no room for recovery.

"This wish is good, but unfortunately, it is not within my reach." Su Chang shrugged, not angry.

From the moment the twelve holy masters stepped onto the altar, the end was doomed.

At this time, if there is another argument between words, it is not good for the brain.

"Did you plan to sacrifice us when you found us?" The middle-aged cultivator with a beard asked bitterly on the altar.

"you could put it that way."

Su Chang did not deny it, and added: "However, I remember that I also told you clearly at the time that this trip is very risky and it is common to lose your life."

"People die for money, and birds die for food. After all, it's our own choice."

The headed old man with white beard was still very bachelor. Recalling that before, he was completely blinded by the foreseeable endless treasures in the imperial tomb, and he sighed and admitted.

"Master Yu, do we want to take action?"

Fan Jia hesitated to ask Liu Lang after hearing the conversation between the white-bearded old man and Su Chang in the sacred stele.

At the beginning, he felt that Su Chang was a disadvantaged group, but now, he realized that the real victims were the twelve holy masters on the altar.

"Shoot?"

Liu Lang glanced at Fan Jia, "Do you think those twelve people are pathetic?"

"It's kind of." Fan Jia murmured: "The young man surnamed Su completely dug the hole and let them jump. The method is too tricky."

"Next? I don't think so."

Before Liu Lang could speak, Song Youliang next to him had already spoken: "As far as I observe, none of the twelve people are fuel-efficient lamps. As the young man named Su said, if you really take them to get the treasure, then it will be Su who died. The surname is youth himself."

"It doesn't make sense to discuss these now."

Seeing that Song Youliang and Fan Jia were about to rise to the stage of human nature, Liu Lang waved his hand and interrupted the two men: "The crux of the problem is that without the sacrifices of these twelve people, one would not be able to go to the next level of the imperial tomb. If you succeed, you may be more ruthless than the young man surnamed Su."

Song Youliang and Fan Jia were silent.

After a long time, Fan Jia sighed and said: "Many times, there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat."

In fact, the reason why Fan Jia stood up and spoke for the twelve holy master peak powers was because he instinctively substituted himself into the corresponding role.

If, in the end, Liu Lang kicked away the twelve holy master peaks like a youth surnamed Su, and kicked him away, he would have no choice.

The disadvantaged group sympathizes with the disadvantaged group. This is how the so-called pity for the same disease comes.

However, all signs indicate that although Liu Lang is strong, he is not yet cruel and cruel to the young man surnamed Su.

In other words, as long as he is honest, even if he can't eat meat in the end, it's okay to have a mouthful of soup.

After another glance, Fan Jia suddenly felt that he was lucky for the twelve holy masters who were about to go to Huangquan.

"My Holy Power!"

At this moment, the outside changed.

The twelve array eyes on the altar are like twelve high-speed rotating vortices, and they began to extract the holy power from the twelve holy master peak powers.

And those sacred powers finally followed the rainbow light in the center of the altar into the sky.

The twelve holy master pinnacle powerhouses struggled, but they did not arouse a wave of waves.

As more and more holy powers were drawn, the bodies of the twelve holy master peak powerhouses began to dry up.

But at this moment, whether it is Su Chang outside the Heavenless Sacred Stele, or Liu Lang, Song Youliang, and Fan Jia of the Heavenless Sacred Stele, they no longer pay attention to the altar.

Because, suspended above the altar, the huge totem below the sky has slowly cracked, and finally, a door to the void appeared in front of everyone.

"Inside the door is the real imperial tomb."

Although you can't see what is behind the Void Gate, there are some things that you can guess without seeing it with your own eyes.

The ancestors of the Yu clan and the Fan clan, although they kept saying that they had opened the tomb of Dagan, but according to the account, they didn't even see a coffin.

This obviously does not fit the meaning of the word Ling.

Therefore, this time, Song Youliang and Fan Jia's only goal is to break through the limits of their ancestors.

But who would have thought that they did not do anything, and they came to this side.

It can only be said that coming early is not as good as coming by coincidence.

Assuming that the time of their arrival, even a few hours forward or backward, will not run into Su Chang's group, if it is really like that, it must be a different situation.

In fact, Liu Lang is also sighing, this time his luck is bursting.

With the real eye as a supplement, Liu Lang believes that he can go to this point with his own strength, but it must be full of thorns and bumps.

From this perspective, he has to thank Su Chang.

"The twelve peak powers of the holy masters have been wiped out." After a while, Liu Lang's sight finally returned to the altar. Only then did she discover that the twelve peak powers of the holy masters who had been drained of the holy power were even dead. Nothing left.

"This is fate."

At Liu Lang's reminder, Song Youliang and Fan Jia looked at the altar at the same time.

After Ten Thousand Races contend for hegemony, although there are frequent frictions among the major forces in the core star region, they are always within the controllable range, except for the case of the fall of the soul city and the fall of two-digit or more holy master peak powers at once. , Has never happened, at least Song Youliang and Fan Jia have never heard of it.

Before they set foot on the imperial tomb, Song Youliang and Fan Jia knew the danger of the imperial tomb. However, they witnessed the death of twelve holy master peak powerhouses, which caused them to be unable to calm for a long time.

Fortunately, I followed the right team. Otherwise, it might be them who stepped onto the altar.

"Master Yu, what realm is this young man surnamed Su?"

The peak of the twelve holy masters was in the past tense. After a moment of silence, Fan Jia decided to move forward, looking at Su Chang who was about to step into the gate of the void, Fan Jia asked Liu Lang.

"The late Holy Lord."

Liu Lang replied.

"The late Saint Lord? That would be easy." Hearing that Su Chang's realm was not very high, Fan Jia was a lot relaxed.

"Still can't be underestimated."

But Liu Lang didn't think so.

Before, there were the twelve holy masters, and it was indeed impossible to face it head-on. This was also the fundamental reason why Liu Lang chose to hide the Heavenless Sacred Stele, secretly follow, and wait for opportunities.

When the twelve holy masters were fooled by Su Chang on the altar, Liu Lang had the same idea as Fan Jia.

Feeling that there is only Su Chang left, the next thing is to take care of it at will.

However, Su Chang opened the door of the void so easily, and made Liu Lang alert. Moreover, from Su Chang's words, Liu Lang learned that Su Chang had entered the imperial tomb 100,000 years ago.

This means that Su Chang's understanding of the imperial tomb is far beyond them. Even if Su Chang's realm is lower, he is afraid that he will not be easy to deal with when he is sitting on the home court.