Many hermit families began sending people over, and the fire-type clan also sent Huo Ling, Huo Xiaolong, and more than a dozen others to go together.
Wan Jiaoyang and Ali also set off with Huo Ling.
However, when they entered the ancient tomb, Huo Ling kept protecting Ah Li and never let Ah Li leave his side for even a meter.
Wan Jiaoyang felt that this wouldn't work, as Huo Ling wouldn't be able to gain experience in actual combat this way.
So Wan Jiaoyang pressed Ah Li's shoulder and said, "Go back to the sword."
Ah Li knew that Wan Jiaoyang wanted to train Huo Ling, so she said to Huo Ling, "Then you have to do your best!"
"Um."
Huo Ling watched Ah Li's figure, feeling somewhat reluctant to part; he wanted to spend more time with her.
Just then, as Ahri was about to enter the divine sword, she turned around and kissed Huo Ling's cheek, saying, "Don't let anyone outshine you."
And so, after Ahri entered the Divine Sword, Huo Ling was like a man possessed, charging forward fearlessly without any hesitation.
There are many demons and monsters in the ancient tomb, as well as some spirits of the dead.
Huo Ling used the fire dragon magic of the fire-type race to wreak havoc, and Huo Xiaolong couldn't even see Huo Ling's movements.
All they could see were countless fire dragons seemingly surrounding Huo Ling, clearing a path for them ahead.
Liu Ruzhou followed Huo Xiaolong, glancing at Wan Jiaoyang with a knowing look. He felt that this man was a true master, and he was willing to admit defeat.
Originally, the magic of the fire-type race was a mysterious and powerful force. The fire-type race has always relied on external objects to perform their fire-type magic, such as drawing complex talismans or using special magical artifacts.
These external objects are the mediums through which they cast fire spells, but their storage capacity is limited, often requiring fire-type people to carefully prepare and carry a large number of talismans and magical artifacts.
Now, Huo Ling doesn't need to rely on any external objects. He can use fire magic and even summon a fire dragon with just a simple hand seal.
The summoned fire dragon does not disappear when its energy is depleted; on the contrary, Huo Ling is constantly controlling the fire dragon with his mind.
Liu Ruzhou could also clearly sense that Huo Ling's fire dragon technique was not only powerful, but also completely unpredictable.
Under his control, the fire dragon can transform into a raging inferno, burning everything, or it can transform into a gentle flame, illuminating the path ahead.
Huo Xiaolong also discovered that Huo Ling's Fire Dragon Summoning Technique was completely different from his own. He lost this time, and lost utterly.
He also believed that if they could return alive this time, Huo Ling's name would be forever engraved at the top of the fire-type race's ranking list.
When they arrived at the main tomb chamber, the fire dragons around Huo Ling seemed to let out a roar as they flew around, igniting the lamps in the surrounding area.
Many people lay dead beside the main coffin in the main burial chamber. Some were unconscious, while others had long since lost all their blood and breath.
The main coffin in the main burial chamber glows with a faint red light, lying quietly in this secluded hall. The coffin is made of precious nanmu wood and is covered with intricate gold patterns, telling of past glory and honor.
The coffin lid is carved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, symbolizing the supreme power of the emperor and the inviolability of the royal family.
The dragon and phoenix soar and dance, so lifelike, as if they were about to break out of the coffin and soar into the heavens.
The coffin is inlaid with gemstones and pearls, which shimmer and sparkle with dazzling light, like a night sky adorned with stars. It is both solemn and majestic, yet also magnificent and noble.
Huo Ling, slightly out of breath, walked to Wan Jiaoyang's side, tugged at the corner of his lips, and said, "Ali, wasn't your brother Ling very handsome just now!"
Ahri could see Huo Ling's rampage from inside the divine sword. When she heard Huo Ling call himself "Brother Ling," she laughed and said, "Do you know how old I am, Brother Ling?"
Huo Ling was genuinely unaware of this. Just as he was about to ask, filled with confusion, he heard Wan Jiaoyang say, "When the primordial chaos first appeared, the divine sword Longyuan awakened in the chaos. A thousand years is merely the starting point for the divine sword's growth, not to mention the sword spirit nurtured within it."
"So, Brother Ling, I might be over a thousand years old too."
After Ahri finished speaking in the Divine Sword, she saw Huo Ling freeze in shock.
"Is Ahri over a thousand years old?"
Huo Ling seemed to be jolted awake from a dream by these words, and an indescribable sense of astonishment welled up in her heart.
Ahri blinked, so is she scared?
On the other side, Huo Xiaolong and his team were rescuing people, waking up the unconscious, and taking pictures of the dead with their phones so that when they went out, people could identify who they were.
Suddenly, there was a loud 'bang'.
A stone door descended through the passage that Huo Ling and his group had just entered through.
Everyone rushed forward to pat the door, and some even searched for the mechanism, but they couldn't open the stone door again.
"Oh no, are we stuck here?"
"No, there will definitely be other mechanisms."
Some people panicked, but Liu Ruzhou looked at Wan Jiaoyang. This man hadn't made a move yet; with him there, they were sure they could get out.
While everyone was at a loss, the main coffin in the main tomb suddenly stood up.
Wan Jiaoyang pushed Huo Ling behind him and pulled the divine sword from his temple. The next second, the divine sword returned to its original size.
As soon as the divine sword was drawn, the swords of those present who carried swords began to hum.
Liu Ruzhou felt a chill run down his spine; this was no ordinary sword, otherwise this situation wouldn't have occurred.
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