Lin Chuan pointed out the weakness of the Jin Po in one sentence.
Zhang Qi Ling, upon hearing this, understood instantly and moved with lightning speed.
With a swing of the black gold ancient sword, a blue blade energy surged like a dragon emerging from the sea, ruthlessly cutting towards the scattering Jin Po.
Not only that.
While moving swiftly on the iron chain, he used his right hand to form a strange hand seal.
The next moment.
From the sturdy stone walls on both sides, sharp vines burst out of the ground, chasing after the escaping black strands of hair with astonishing speed.
The remaining Jin Po in the bronze basin coffin.
Their hair rapidly extended, covering the entire basin coffin, quickly overflowing the container.
Those black strands of hair.
Like a large net, enveloped Lin Chuan and Yang Yi on the iron chain outside the coffin.
“Lin Zi (Lin Xiao Ge)! Meizi!”
Wang Pang Zi and Wu Xie, seeing this scene from the shore.
Both couldn't help but shout.
Because the distance and speed were simply too close and too fast!
“Lin Chuan...”
A Ning's heart tightened, she opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't shout it out.
Fortunately.
In the moment those endless strands of hair enveloped the two.
“Horizontal, Eight Directions!”
Lin Chuan let out a low shout.
The Yuan Hong in his hand gathered powerful spiritual energy, releasing it in all directions at this moment.
Each beam of sword energy shone with dazzling blue light.
Extremely powerful, domineering, with the power to destroy anything in its path.
In a flash!
The hair surrounding them turned to dust.
Including the Jin Po's bone.
It also completely cracked into countless pieces.
“First, strange techniques, now such amazing swordsmanship.”
“Lin Xiao Ge is becoming more and more unfathomable.”
Witnessing the scene unfolding before his eyes, Wu Xie's eyes were filled with admiration.
“Heh...”
“Not just him, look at that Xiao Ge, look at my sister.”
“Which one of them can you figure out?”
“In my opinion, it's the world that hides too much from us.”
Wang Pang Zi also let out a sigh of gǎn kǎi.
Yang Yi stood behind Lin Chuan, tightly grabbing his clothes.
Looking at the man in front of her.
The swordsmanship he displayed was so exquisite, her heart was filled with joy.
A precious sword for a hero.
Lin Da Ge, this Yuan Hong, truly suits you.
Yang Yi thought this in her heart, a slight smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
Before long.
All the Jin Po in this space were completely eradicated.
The pool below the bronze basin coffin was filled with scattered strands of hair.
Lin Chuan leaped up and stood firmly on the edge of the basin coffin.
“Three corpses?”
Seeing the scene in the basin coffin, he couldn't help but slightly frown.
Because the corpses in the basin coffin were too strange.
Three dried female corpses lay in three different positions. Their shoulder blades were pierced by iron hooks inside the basin coffin.
Besides the corpses.
There was no other burial goods in sight.
Zhang Qi Ling also appeared beside him, glanced at the scene in the coffin, and asked: “Any ideas?”
Lin Chuan shook his head slightly: “I need to take a closer look.”
He immediately jumped into the basin coffin, squatted down and carefully examined the bodies.
Only then did he see clearly.
These female corpses all had one characteristic. Their abdomens were slightly protruding.
“I remember your Zhang family seems to have a suppression technique.”
“Using a pregnant woman from your clan, removing her fetus, and sealing the evil inside it.”
“Then burying the woman along with it in a bronze bell-shaped basin, and locking her shoulder blades.”
“I’m right, aren't I?”
Lin Chuan recalled for a long time and spoke out the thoughts that came to his mind.
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Qi Ling's eyes, then he asked with a serious expression: “How do you know about the secrets of the Zhang family?”
Yang Yi also asked curiously: “Lin Da Ge, do you know any stories about this?”
Earlier, she was standing on the shore and felt very uneasy.
But after opening it, it was just some Jin Po.
This made her curious.
Therefore, she wanted to understand the reason behind it.
Lin Chuan immediately explained: “I once read about it in a book. During the time of Genghis Khan, it was said that there was a snake that caused chaos in the world, slaughtering many villages, and snake eggs were planted inside the bodies of those killed.”
“The snakes hatched from the eggs could burrow into the limbs and spine of the dead residents and control them.”
“This situation caused great chaos in that area at the time.”
“In the end, the national teacher of Genghis Khan found a way. He captured a Zhang family woman and suppressed the snake god in her abdomen, then built a bronze basin coffin, performed a ceremony and suppressed it under a dragon vein.”
Yang Yi asked, after listening: “Zhang Xiao Ge, is what Lin Da Ge said true?”
If this was true.
Then the source of her unease earlier might not be this basin coffin.
But the thing that was suppressed in the coffin.
But what exactly is that suppressed thing?
Yang Yi thought this in her heart.
After listening to the story, Zhang Qi Ling remained silent for a while, and after a long pause, he slowly said: “I know about this, but these female corpses are not from the Zhang family.”
Indeed, the three female corpses in the basin coffin did not have the characteristic long fingers of the Zhang family.
“I know this.”
Lin Chuan saw Zhang Qi Ling's nervousness and couldn't help but say: “I didn't say these were from your Zhang family, don't be so nervous.”
That small expression.
As if he was afraid of digging up his ancestor's grave.
Not long after.
Lin Chuan turned one of the female corpses over and found a clue on her back.
“I think I know who they are.”
Yang Yi and Zhang Qi Ling were taken aback, looking at Lin Chuan, waiting for his explanation.
Lin Chuan reminded: “Look at the tattoos on the female corpses.”
Yang Yi and Zhang Qi Ling both looked.
They saw that the withered skin was covered in full-back tattoos, the colors were dim, and even after thousands of years, they hadn't faded.
The tattoos were intricate and detailed.
But they could vaguely make out the image of fish and dragons chasing after a fireball in the waves.
“I think I’ve seen this pattern somewhere.”
This tattoo gave Yang Yi a sense of vague familiarity, but she couldn’t remember where.
“Ancient Hen Tian Clan.”
Zhang Qi Ling uttered three words.
His sudden answer made Lin Chuan curious.
He didn’t expect Zhang Qi Ling.
To also know about this ancient clan.
“I remember!”
Yang Yi exclaimed as she suddenly recalled, “When my father and mother went to the South China Sea, they took a picture of a man, and that man’s back had this same tattoo!”
“I asked my mother, and she said it was the Through Sea Formation Diagram, a tattoo only the members of the ancient Hen Tian Clan have.”