1344: C1344 Survivors

C1344 Survivors

In Zhou Yan's impression, the ghost aura left in the Zhou family's ancestral grave was denser and purer than before. Perhaps a Corpse King could really be born.

However, the Corpse King was too strong, and with Zhou Yan's current strength, he was completely unable to control it. Furthermore, the Corpse King still had a certain level of intelligence.

Zhou Yan was worried that the Corpse King would take over Qin Haoran's body, which was why he had invited Qin Haoran to join forces with him to suppress the Corpse King.

"Haha..."

Hearing that, Qin Haoran laughed out loud, his eyes filled with ridicule. He glanced at Zhou Yan a few times and said coldly: "Your Zhou Family has long since been destroyed. Even if there are survivors, they are still struggling to survive. What do you have to recruit me?"

"Besides, don't you know? Our Qin Family and your Zhou Family are incompatible like fire and water. We hate each other and we swear to never coexist!"

Zhou Yan was silent and cursed in his heart. They were indeed a group of ingrates and ungrateful people. They even wanted the things of their ancestors.

Rumble...

Just as Zhou Yan was about to persuade them again, a towering ancient altar suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

"I've finally found it!" Qin Haoran revealed a happy expression as he quickened his pace and rushed into the altar.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure came over, causing Qin Haoran's entire body to tremble. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground.

"This is..." Zhou Yan raised his head and was instantly scared silly.

Surrounding the ancient altar was a dense array of runes. Like a dense spider web, they covered the entire altar and emitted terrifying fluctuations that caused one's heart to palpitate.

"Roar ~ ~ ~"

An earth-shaking roar sounded from within the altar. It was as if a prehistoric Vicious Beast had awakened and was emitting a sinister demonic aura.

"Not good!"

"* Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant, a ball of gray mist gushed out from the altar and condensed into a ferocious armored corpse.

Green veins started to appear on the armored corpse's arms, and its nails were as sharp as swords.

After that, the armored corpse pounced towards Zhou Yan like a meteor.

Bang!

Zhou Yan threw out a punch that fiercely smashed into the chest of the Armored Corpse. The force of his fist was like thunder, shaking the void.

However, the body of the Armored Corpse was sturdy, and it was not damaged at all. It only stopped for a moment before it struck out with its claw. The sharp Wind Blade whistled and tore through the air.

Swish!

Zhou Yan's expression changed as he took half a step to the side, barely dodging the attack.

"This armored corpse's strength is extraordinary. It's comparable to a Rank Five Divine King and its speed is extremely fast. I'm not its match at all."

Zhou Yan's mind spun as he quickly judged the situation. He immediately turned around and fled into the distance.

"You won't be able to escape."

Seeing that, the Armored Corpse laughed coldly. It stomped its feet and chased after Zhou Yan.

"Damn it, why is it chasing after me..."

Zhou Yan was shocked as he became even more anxious. Scenes flashed through his mind.

In the past, when he was cultivating his martial skills, he had once encountered a Vicious Beast and was injured on the spot, almost losing his life.

Later on, his father took him and fled. When they passed by a tomb, they found that the corpse buried inside was actually their ancestor, a Innate Martial Ancestor.

The corpse was well-preserved and crystal clear, as if it was carved out of jade.

From that moment onwards, Zhou Yan found out that his ancestor was a Martial Saint of his generation. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Innate Realm, and he was only a hair away from breaking through to the Martial King Realm.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yan's parents met with an unexpected disaster, and his ancestor passed away in anger, leaving only his family behind.

Due to various reasons, Zhou Yan's bloodline declined and eventually disappeared. Even a martial arts manual could not be passed down.

"This map is very important to me..."

Zhou Yan muttered to himself and gritted his teeth. Since he had encountered it, he naturally could not miss it.

"Zhou Yan, don't even think about it. This is the tomb of our ancestor. How can you just barge in like that?"

Suddenly, Qin Haoran shouted coldly: "If you dare to offend our ancestor, you will definitely suffer the wrath of heaven, suffer all kinds of torture, and live a life worse than death..."

Hearing that, Zhou Yan's expression turned ugly. He was furious in his heart, but he did not dare to show it.

Zhou Yan knew that in the long river of history, many members of the imperial family had offended their ancestors' tomb due to greed. In the end, they were punished by the heavens and killed.

In front of the ancestor of the Qin Family, no one could fight back. They could only retreat and ignore him.

"Zhou Yan, stop dreaming!" Qin Haoran continued to shout, "Today, the ancestral tomb belongs to my Qin Family. Don't even think about getting your hands on it."

"Scram!" Zhou Yan was furious, but he could do nothing about it and could only choose to retreat.

"Tsk tsk... It's too late to leave."

Suddenly, Qin Haoran laughed strangely as he reached out to grab the ancient altar.

Boom!

In an instant, a bright Spiritual Light rose from the top of the altar and turned into a spiritual pattern that covered Qin Haoran.

"Spiritual Array?"

Zhou Yan was shocked and exclaimed as he recognized the mysterious spirit pattern. This was an Advanced Spiritual Array that was specially used to defend against foreign invaders. It was extremely rare.

"Crap, there's actually a Spiritual Array hidden on this altar!"

Qin Haoran instantly reacted and revealed a bitter expression. This Spiritual Array was extremely weird and contained immeasurable power.

"Qin Haoran, didn't you want to obtain the ancestor's inheritance? Now that the fortune is right in front of you, you refuse instead of cherishing it. You're extremely dumb."

The next second, the bright tattoo on the top of the altar started to tremble and give off a blinding light. Strands of light spread in every direction like a tide and formed a screen of light that locked onto Qin Haoran.

A beam of light shot over and landed on Qin Haoran's shoulder. It seemed to have a suction force that wanted to pull him over.

"Arghh, help...!" Qin Haoran screamed and struggled, but it was useless.

"Hehe...!"

When Zhou Yan saw this scene, he sneered as a cold light shot out from his eyes.

In Zhou Yan's heart, Qin Haoran was just a piece of trash who did not have the qualifications to obtain the ancestor's inheritance. Only he had the qualifications to do so.1

As long as Qin Haoran was trapped in the tomb, what awaited Zhou Yan would be death.

"Humph, a piece of trash like you is worthy of being called a disciple of my Zhou Family. You are simply throwing away the face of the Zhou Family's ancestors." Zhou Yan cursed in his heart.

Zhou Yan knew very well that although he was the only son of the Patriarch, he was a bastard. His status was low, and was completely different from Qin Haoran.

In the past, the two of them had fought for many years, and their hatred for each other was as deep as the sea.

"Eh!?"

While driving, Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the hill beside him with a meaningful smile on his face.

On the hill, there were a few Spiritual medicines that were emitting a strong fragrance.

"It's really easy to find it after wearing out iron shoes and searching for it!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were burning with passion. He licked his lips and muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that I would encounter a Spiritual medicine here. I've benefited from it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan took out a dagger and carefully picked a few Spiritual medicines and kept them in his arms.

After that, his gaze swept across the area and locked onto another spiritual herb. His eyes were burning with passion.

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