Super Golden Eye

After so many years, no one had ever been able to reach the core region of the Holy Ancestor Treasure. This time, they had finally arrived!    

    

"That's right."    

    

Faang Yang grinned and said, "This is definitely the core area of the Holy Ancestor Treasure! But whether there will be any danger in here is unknown."    

    

"There will definitely be danger!"    

    

Luh Ping took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "That guy came in ahead of time. Should we chase after him?"    

    

"No need to be so anxious."    

    

Faang Yang shook his head slightly and said, "The most dangerous place is in the tomb chamber. Even if he is from the Holy Clan, he can't control the mechanisms in the tomb chamber. We can let him fight the vanguard first! "    

    

"Let's wait until he has broken all the mechanisms, then we'll chase after him!"    

    

"That's true."    

    

Luh Ping nodded.    

    

At this moment, Chiang Huawen, Chiang Bochu, and the others slowly woke up.    

    

Howling Moon woke up as well. However, Howling Moon, who had woken up, suddenly started to sob softly, as if he had sensed something.    

    

"Hmm? Xiao Yue, what's wrong?"    

    

Faang Yang hurried over and stroked Xiao Yue's head. However, he had no idea why Xiao Yue had sent him the message.    

    

While Xiao Yue was sobbing softly, everyone woke up.    

    

When Fu Yi saw the items around him, everyone was shocked, but none of them dared to go up because they were afraid of Faang Yang and Luh Ping.    

    

After Chiang Huawen woke up, he felt the severity of his injuries. He didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.    

    

Chiang Bochu took out a Medicine Pill and fed it to Chiang Huawen.    

    

Not long after that, Chiang Huawen's facial expression had recovered a lot.    

    

After a while, Faang Yang and Luh Ping estimated the time. Faang Yang gave Howling Moon to Xinlan and asked her to look after him for a while.    

    

He said he wanted Xinlan to look after him, but in fact, it was to protect Xinlan.    

    

After all, there were still members of the Dark Wing here.    

    

After everything was settled, Faang Yang and Luh Ping followed the path of the Ming Palace and walked towards the main door.    

    

When they pushed open the door, they saw a long passageway.    

    

They sensed for a moment and confirmed that there was no danger before they resolutely stepped in.    

    

Looking at the two sides of the tunnel, there were many murals carved on the stone walls on both sides of the tunnel.    

    

The murals were brightly colored and extremely beautiful. For a moment, the two of them could not help but take a few more glances.    

    

On the murals were the scenes of the Sacred Ancestor's war in the past. At that time, the Sacred Ancestor was heroic and valiant, and his divine might was extraordinary.    

    

Unfortunately, he had already turned into a pile of dirt.    

    

"What a pity. If this Sacred Ancestor could live for a longer period of time, he might really be able to unify the world!"    

    

Luh Ping sighed.    

    

"But he is still a human after all. He cannot live forever!"    

    

Faang Yang said in a deep voice, "Why did you come here? Are you the same as them, pursuing immortality?"    

    

"No."    

    

Luh Ping shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "You will understand my purpose in the future."    

    

"What I am pursuing is not an illusory long life!"    

    

"If you are really here for the immortality, you will most likely be disappointed."    

    

Faang Yang nodded and said, "It's good that you are not."    

    

"Are you so sure that there is no secret about immortality in the Holy Ancestor Treasure?"    

    

Luh Ping looked at Faang Yang doubtfully.    

    

Countless people believed that there was a secret about immortality in the Holy Ancestor Treasure, but why didn't Faang Yang believe it?    

    

... ""    

    

Faang Yang glanced at Luh Ping and said softly, "If there is really a technique of immortality, why didn't he use it himself?"    

    

Hearing this, Luh Ping was stunned. That's right, if there was really an Art of Longevity, would Holy Clan not use it?    

    

"Phew... Fortunately, I didn't come for the sake of longevity!"    

    

Luh Ping sighed. Subconsciously, he had already believed Faang Yang's words.    

    

"Let's go to the bedchamber and take a look!"    

    

Faang Yang urged Lu Ping to move forward. However, just as the two of them turned around and were about to walk forward, they suddenly heard a clear metallic sound.    

    

"Buzzing!"    

    

The two of them felt their heads go dizzy. In the next moment, when they opened their eyes again, what they saw was a flood of cavalry!    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Deafening roars could be heard as countless soldiers fought with their lives on the line. In an instant, their hearts were filled with a heroic killing intent.    

    

Their eyes were gradually filled with blood.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The cavalry were like sharp blades as they charged forward. Faang Yang and Luh Ping were like two generals, leading tens of thousands of cavalry as they fought with their lives on the line.    

    

In front of them, there was a silvery-white torrent. The person in front held a sharp machete and welcomed them.    

    

If Faang Yang and Luh Ping were conscious, they would be able to see that the figure was the Sacred Ancestor in the mural. Unfortunately, they could not see anything.    

    

They were already immersed in the endless killing and fighting with the enemy army.    

    

In the beginning, they relied on their advantage in numbers. Their army was still very strong, but as time passed... Their forces became weaker and weaker. On the contrary, the silver torrent... The silver torrent became stronger and stronger.    

    

At the same time, the Sacred Ancestor waved his weapon and gradually approached Faang Yang and Luh Ping.    

    

This Sacred Ancestor was like a wild beast ready to hunt for food. He was extremely patient and approached Faang Yang and ___ step by step, slowly revealing his fangs.    

    

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"    

    

Faang Yang and Luh Ping were both covered in blood and exhausted. Both of their eyes were filled with fatigue.    

    

But even so, they were still immersed in the slaughter, unable to wake up.    

    

As their strength became weaker and weaker, the Divine Ancestor finally appeared in front of them. With a ferocious expression, he brandished the blade at an extremely fast speed.    

    

However, just as the blade was about to strike Faang Yang and the other man, Faang Yang felt that something was wrong.    

    

What was going on? Wasn't he standing in the passageway? Why did they suddenly fall into the battlefield?    

    

"Swish!"    

    

However, it was too late for Faang Yang to wake up. Just as he woke up, he saw a machete landing on his face. Immediately, his face turned pale.    

    

He rolled his eyes. At that critical moment, Faang Yang instantly activated the Geomantic Omen Power, and at the same time, he used the Golden Eye.    

    

Under the effect of the Golden Eye, Faang Yang could see through all illusions. What appeared in front of him was a mural.    

    

However, the mural had changed a little.    

    

Originally, the people in front of Faang Yang and Luh Ping were ordinary knights. However, now, in front of them was the portrait of the Sacred Ancient!    

    

"Not good! There's something wrong with the frescoes!"    

    

Faang Yang's face flickered, and he quickly turned to look at Luh Pingshuang. Luh Pingshuang's eyes were closed, and his face was deathly pale. His breathing was rapid, and he instantly grew nervous.    

    

Faang Yang rolled his eyes. Faang Yang kept shaking Luh Ping's body. However, no matter how he shook, Luh Ping could not wake up. Not only that, his face became paler and paler.    

    

"Not good."    

    

Gritting his teeth, Faang Yang waved his hand and slapped Luh Ping's face.    

    

"Ouch!"    

    

Faang Yang had used all his strength in this slap. Luh Ping immediately woke up from his daze and cried out in pain.    

    

"Hu... Hu!"    

    

After waking up, Luh Ping didn't feel any pain. Instead, he took a few deep breaths. His face was full of fear.    

    

"So scary!"    

    

After saying that, Luh Ping turned his head to look at the mural. When he realized that the content of the mural in front of him had changed, his face suddenly turned pale!