Man Huang Feng Bao

This is a soft, sentinated sheepskin that has been broken for a long time. The pattern on the painting is a bit confusing, but it can be seen that it is a map.

In the middle of the map, there is a towering high mountain. There are large and small graves on the mountain. The mountains are surrounded by a blank area covered by fog. It can be seen at a glance that it is a map of the Sacred ethnic sacred place.

Ye Chuan excited, quickly looking for the real location of the lost city on the map.

If you find the lost city, you will find Zhu Sijia and his party in great possibility. At that time, you can take together the sacred objects of the Kraken and quickly leave the sea to return to the Middle Kingdom!

Inadvertently knowing that the situation of Tiannvhong Zixia is not good, Ye Chuan is like an arrow, but the mountains and fog on the map are covered with clouds. The graves are everywhere, and the map is broken and blurred. How do you know where the lost city is?

Ye Chuan carefully watched for a while and found nothing. It seems that this is not a confidential map that has flowed out of the interior of the Krai, but that it has been painted in the mountains of the Sea Devils many years ago. It has no practical significance.

"Adult, look at this, is it just the Tomb of the Maharaja that we just smashed, is there a dotted line here?"

The aliens from the island walked up and pointed to a place on the map.

After inadvertently obtaining this map more than a hundred years ago, he has been repeatedly observing and pondering, and has long noticed many details that are not noticed by ordinary people.

At first glance, the place where the island is away from the island is only a small, inconspicuous point on the map, representing a tomb, no different from other tombs. However, from the perspective of the surrounding terrain and mountains, it is quite consistent with the Tomb of the Maharaja. Carefully identified, you can also find a faint dotted line from the grave. Extend along this dotted line and find seven graves on the map.

The seven tombs are distributed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. There are no rules in the arrangement. Only through this faint dotted line. Starting from the bottom of the mountain, the Tomb of the King is located at the second point on this dotted line.

"Adults, if I didn't guess wrong, the true racial sanctuary of the Krakens lost in the city, among the seven graves."

The old devil headed off the island and paused. He said: "The first tomb marked on the dotted line is near the foot of the mountain. I have already sneaked in and probed it. There are also many treasures in it, but basically they have been I took it away. In addition to the traces left by ordinary scattered repairs, I found something in it."

The old devil headed out of the island and said that he took a token from his arms. He was engraved with many wavy lines, and it seemed to seal a sea world in the token.

"This is..., the Kraken token!" Ye Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Yes, it is the unique token of the Kraken. There is no doubt that the Kraken family must have been to the grave, and it is just a short walk. The rush has lost a token in it." The lazy people hesitated for a while, then said: "Adult, I suspect that the descendants of the Krakens do not know where the real lost city is. They are also looking around. To be precise, look for the seven tombs! Just enough action Soon, we can grab the real lost city before them and take out the sacred objects of the Krakens!"

In order to gain the trust and help of Ye Chuan, the old devil heads out of the island and really fights, and has no reservations to put his own research and years out.

Now, the most urgent thing for him is to resolve the catastrophe and avoid ignorance. What treasures are secondary. Life is gone, what good is the best treasure?

Ye Chuan in front of him is his only hope now.

"Yes, this map has some value, at least it is much better than the crutches in your hand." Ye Chuan looked up and his mind was fixed.

With this map, the grasp of Lost City and Zhu Sijia and his party is mostly grasped, and it is no longer necessary to go around like a headless fly.

"Adult, then my catastrophe..." The old devil head excited from the island's scattered people, just waiting for Ye Chuan.

"Difficult, hard."

Ye Chuan shook his head, and he already had an idea in his heart, but he did not agree. He said: "In the tomb of the Maharajah, I owe you a favor. Now I have seen the map you have collected for many years. According to the truth, I should help you. However, it is too dangerous for people to resolve the disasters of life and death. Even if I don’t have full control, I will be squandered if I am not careful. Besides, you threatened to take Ye Lanqing and other female disciples, and later I met them by my side, isn’t it...”

The old devil heads away from the island and his face is red and smiles. "Adult, that..., I am just scaring people. You also know that the overseas world is full of fierce distractions and devils. It is long enough to be fierce. People are gone, so..., so it’s not too fierce, at least it’s too fierce, and people don’t dare to put their minds on their heads easily...”

The old devil head is scattered from the island, and some are embarrassed.

Not long ago, he threatened to smother the younger generation of female disciples under the door of the family. Now, the eyes are loyal to people, and his face is thicker and somewhat self-confident.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this, understand."

Ye Chuan nodded and looked at the old demon head blushing to the ear. The smile on his face was more splendid. His tone turned and he said: "There is one thing, I think I still have to make it clear. Actually, I am not rushing. Leimen is too elder to run the thunder, not even the people in the overseas world. I am only a disciple of the third-rate sect of Zhongtu. How do you still loyal to me?"

Ye Chuan said that he took the initiative to take off the big fight on his head, revealing a face with a clear facial features.

Looking at Ye Chuan, who was younger than Peng Leimen’s disciple Hong Tao, the old devil head was a bit dumbfounded from the island, but it didn’t take long to react. He nodded. “Yes, I’m swearing to pledge allegiance to the adults. I also ask the adults to be extraordinarily good. The adults can rest assured that I will never tell you your true identity. I don’t know the elders of Ben Leimen, and I have never seen him.

In the wild world, all kinds of magical powers are numerous, and many people who have regained their reincarnation or reincarnation have gone. The most taboo of this kind of person is to expose the identity of the former world, so that when the repair is not enough, the former strong enemy will kill the door.

The more Ye Chuan denied it, the more the old devil headed away from the island, the more he recognized the identity of the elders of Leimen, the legendary elders, and the more respectful his face.

Looking at the look of the old devil, Ye Chuan laughed and laughed, and he was too lazy to explain it again. "Zhong Mo is away, have you considered it clearly?"

"Considering it, adults, you must save me." The old devil nodded resolutely without hesitation. "The adults can rest assured that I can swear to you, if you betray in the future, I will..."

"Okay, I don't need your vows, you just need to blend this drop of blood."

Ye Chuan interrupted the oath of the old devil head away from the island, silently chanting the demon and swallowing a scorpion to force a drop of blood, a finger of a bomb, this drop of blood did not enter the eyebrows of the old devil.

The old devil's heart was a meal, and he understood that Ye Chuan's power was far above his own expectations. He was more afraid of reverence, and he did not dare to have the idea of ​​betrayal.