"If this ancient tomb is really the source of the echoing sound, it would be easy to handle." Tristan Xuan muttered, freed up one hand, held up a snow-white Lihuo fireball, weighed it in his hand and threw it around. "Although I don't know the principle, there is enough firewood on the top of the mountain to make a big pot of rice."
"That's enough to stew a chicken," Sebastian Sheng grabbed his wrist, "Don't move around. If it's really a demon sacrifice, the backlash is no joke."
Tristan Xuan asked: "What happened to Meng Xia in the tenth year of Qi Zheng? If the Biquan Mountain Tomb is related to her, why are there so many words written by the demon race in it?"
When the Demon Sword was first broken, he could only follow Sebastian Sheng in a daze. It took him several years to recover his sanity. Except for Sebastian Sheng's repeated blood-making of the sword, he could not remember many things clearly. After that, he finally regained consciousness. As soon as Dan Li died, he left Sebastian Sheng and went to guard Chi Yuan - that was the sixth year of Qi Zheng.
It wasn't until Sebastian Sheng jumped down from Chiyuan that Tristan Xuan regained his physical form. Tristan Xuan had never seen what happened in the intervening ten years or how that person came here, so he could only stay in Duling Palace. There are some clues in the daily life records.
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