You have a good chance, I accept it.

Just one glance made him sweat coldly. How could he, who was pampered and well-off, have ever seen such a scene?

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

The young man trembled all over, and his tone was a little stuttering. He asked Ye Lin word by word.

"Waste."

Ye Lin sneered, and suddenly exerted force in his palm, and the man in front of him was sucked dry.

Ye Lin grabbed the black token, looked at the man who was dried, touched his palm, and sneered.

He had just experienced a big battle, and when he was about to digest the blood and energy he had just absorbed, he heard someone pretending to be cool, so he came here.

At the same time, he also heard a secret, the great tomb?

"Everyone, don't worry, I'm a good person, don't be afraid."

Ye Lin waved his hand at the remaining few people, and with his terrifying mask and the murderous intent that was about to condense into substance, the two women were almost scared to tears.

"Damn it, who are you? You killed Junior Brother Song. Do you know where we come from?"

At this time, one of the remaining two men jumped out, holding a folding fan in his hand, and shouted at Ye Lin.

Seeing such a fool, Ye Lin just waved his hand lightly, and the man in front of him became a dried meat.

"The blood energy absorbed by the cultivation of the God Transformation Realm is really pitiful."

Sensing a trace of extra blood energy in his body, Ye Lin frowned and said.

The blood energy of the God Transformation Realm can no longer enhance himself, maybe as long as the amount is enough, it can still be useful.

I am now looking forward to ten days later. By then, all the Tianjiao in the transcendent forces will be my blood food. Just thinking about it makes people excited.

"Now, I ask, you answer, if you dare to lie to me, you should know the consequences."

Ye Lin clapped his hands and said with a smile.

The three people in front of him nodded immediately, very honest.

"Very good, first question, who knows the location of this tomb?"

Ye Lin shook the token in his hand and asked, he wanted to go to this tomb to take a look.

"I... I know."

The man in front of Ye Lin raised his hand tremblingly. Ye Lin had just killed two of his companions, and he was the only male creature left here. He didn't want to die.

"Very good, take me there, I'll spare your life."

Ye Lin nodded with satisfaction, knowing the location was good.

Name: Wentian

Cultivation: Peak of the Transformation Realm

Fate: Green

Race: Human

Identity: A errand disciple of the Fantian Holy Land. As a force inherited from the ancient times to the present, the foundation is extremely terrifying. Even if a errand disciple dies, it will attract the investigation of the Fantian Holy Land. Don't offend the Fantian Holy Land. Now you are just an extremely weak ant in front of the Fantian Holy Land.

Fate: Stop at the peak of the Transformation Realm. When entering the tomb of the Zhenwu Emperor, you will be swallowed by the tomb-guarding beast in the tomb.

Numerology: [Dancing with Swords and Guns]

Recent Opportunities: None

[Dancing with Swords and Guns]: You are born to like swords, guns, sticks and clubs. You have a strong interest in these things. You like to wield these things on weekdays. You also have some talent in these things.

Looking at the identity of the man in front of him, Ye Lin was amazed. He underestimated these transcendent forces, especially the transcendent forces inherited from the ancient times.

It is outrageous that a peak cultivator of the Transformation Realm can only be a chores disciple in this force.

In this era, a cultivator of the Transformation Realm is a powerful person who can suppress a region.