I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"Can move the remains of saints?"

After listening to Lu Jian's narration, Ju Hua felt a little surprised.

Although everyone says that the remains of saints still walk on the earth, this is just a metaphor. In most of the legends about the remains of saints that the giants have heard, most of these powerful corpses are lying in coffins. Only when they get close to disturb them will they run away violently, or they will be imprisoned by something, and once they are released, they will destroy the world.

And the remains of a saint who walks around and imitates other people like a bear child like Lu Juankou is really a bit unbelievable.

As for Lu Jian, he was also helpless.

Beside the giant wrist, the "sage remains" in white clothes and dark eyes was standing beside him, listening to what Lu Tuan said about it, nodding and meditating like the giant wrist, there was an inexplicable sense of humor.

Lu Juan confirmed that no one can see this guy, only he can notice it. If Lu Juan is a lunatic with a brain problem, then he may feel that his brain is out of order and something is wrong.

But Lu Jian thinks he is normal, so it must be this guy's problem.

Is it true that as Shia said, he is the chosen one, chosen by some unknown god somewhere?

The remains of this saint are his own?

Lu Jian heard a roar, and the earth trembled. They looked at the city square from the building, and they could see a huge pit in the center of the square. Another group of wilderness hunters were carrying supplies and equipment down, as if they had found something underground.

"Is this a bit like Raiders of the Lost Ark? If it was the unfolding of the movie, we should be discovered by the other party and then taken down. Now, we can only watch others explore, and we have no way to go in."

When Lu Jian was muttering to himself, he suddenly had an inspiration.

"In that case, why don't we just show up and follow them down?"

He thought he was so smart.

Anyway, their task is to find the treasure, and they didn't say that they must rely on themselves. Isn't it easier to go directly to hug the thigh now?

And Lu Jian also came into contact with the remains of the saint, maybe the treasure here is guarded by that naive guy, he has a lot of bargaining chips.

Jian Jian said a few words to Ju Hua and others,

Let the three locals hide well, and if there is an accident, they will leave directly, and then he walked straight into the city square.

In an instant, several crossbows were aimed at them, and Lu Jian saw a man with an arm full of crystals standing at the entrance of the cave.

Lu Jian didn't stop, but continued to move forward, towards the man with the crystallized arm.

On the other side, Iron Fist felt a little curious, and waved his hand, telling the guarded crossbowman to put down his weapon.

"Who are you?"

Iron Fist looked the man up and down, and there seemed to be nothing unusual except for the crowbar on his back.

"You can call me a clown."

Lu Jian said generously.

"I've come to discuss a business with you."

"Business?"

Iron Fist thought it was funny and chuckled lightly.

And the man beside him with crystallized face was a little annoyed.

"You are definitely not alone, where is your companion?"

"Don't worry, Faceless."

Iron Fist stopped his men, and turned to look at Lu Jian.

"Do you think I need something? I have much more information about this place than you. Don't you think it's a little funny that you come to discuss business with me empty-handed? You are not afraid that I will kill you directly. Throw your body in the desert for the worms to eat clean?"

He was telling the truth. Iron Fist felt that no one knew these ruins and civilizations better than him. After all, the city-state he was in regarded itself as the descendant of this civilization. The map in his hand was handed down from his ancestors, plus He collected it in the wilderness.

But now this man is talking about business.

Before seeing the chips, Iron Fist only felt that the person in front of him really looked like a clown, a jester who used funny moves and performances to please others in the old days.

"Otherwise, let me do a magic trick for you first."

Lu Yi casually took out a survival knife from his backpack.

"I will make this knife disappear from your eyes..."

"what are you going to do?"

The crystallized face of the faceless man suddenly changed color, and Lu Jian could feel the air around him become icy cold.

The next moment, he inserted the knife into his left hand, the blade sank into the flesh and bones, and the bones could be vaguely seen.

Iron Fist was a little confused, why did this person start stabbing himself without saying a word?

But when Lu Lian pulled the knife out of his hand, Iron Fist saw that Lu Lian's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, grass grew out of the bloody, bone-deep wound. .

"Okay, can we start talking now?"

He smiled.

Iron Fist was silent for a moment. He had seen some similar healing and recovery abilities, but he had never seen such an outrageous one from Lu Yi.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the wound was completely gone.

Of course, he can kill Lu Lian in front of him as mentioned before, but Iron Fist doesn't want to test how powerful the power behind a person with such an abnormal recovery ability is.

"You talk about your business."

"It's very simple. Let's join forces. When the time comes to find the treasure, we will get five or five points."

Lu Jian said in a deep voice.

"But I think we can find the treasure without you, unless you have some new information."

Iron Fist spread his hands and showed off his team.

"Do you know that there are saint remains in this ruin?"

Lu Jian asked a question.

Iron Fist didn't take it seriously, and this was the information he knew.

"You keep talking, I'm listening."

"Do you know that the remains of the saint are standing by your side now?"

Lu Jian asked again.

"!"

Iron Fist suddenly became tense, he turned around and looked around, there was nothing but his own people.

"You fool me?"

"No, it's really standing next to you."

Lu Jian pointed to the air beside Iron Fist.

There, the guy in white was looking around imitating Iron Fist, looking like a naughty kid.

Iron Fist looked along the position of Lu's tripping finger, but still found nothing.

He glanced at the faceless beside him, who was also at a loss.

"You better prove what you say."

Iron Fist squeezed his crystallized fist.

"Pure white clothes, long black hair, bare feet, looks like a man and a woman, his eyes are pitch black..."

Before Lu Jian finished speaking, Iron Fist took a step closer.

"It's really here?"

Iron Fist lowered his voice and asked.

"here I am."

Lu Jian glanced at Iron Fist, and that guy also came closer, with his head just a few feet away from Iron Fist.

"Boss?"

Faceless was a little confused.

Iron Fist thought briefly, and quickly reached out to Lu Jian.

"Pleasant cooperation."

"From today, we are comrades!"

Lu Juan firmly held the iron fist with his flesh-and-blood hand, and swung it vigorously.