When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality - Chapter 87 What did you drink? !

“Is this the ruins we want to enter?”

Looking at the entrance to the rock wall in front of him that resembled a cave, Old Tang looked strange: “I didn’t expect there to be a place like this on such a high mountain. When I saw this, I thought I was in a cave in Guilin, China, although I didn’t go there. Pass.”

“There is more than one cave in Guilin,” said the brown wolf on the side, “and in Guilin, no, almost all the caves in the world are mainly beige, white, gray and black, and only a few contain metallic minerals. Some parts will have brighter colors. Although the color of ordinary caves is a bit monotonous, no matter how monotonous it is, it will not be like this one. There is only one color in total.”

In one hand, Mai Shutoku held the rectangular black box that she had picked up in Peru after meeting Old Tang. In the other hand, she raised a flashlight to shine in. The cave was dark and deep, and could only illuminate a section of the surrounding cave wall. Even if it was visible, the rock wall was It does look like the rock walls of a cave, but it is almost completely black, not to mention white, and there is almost no gray at all.

Old Tang took two steps and stood in front of the cave entrance. He stretched out his hand and touched the rock wall. It was cold and hard, and the delicate and smooth texture was a bit like obsidian. He had never touched the rock wall of a cave. He didn’t know if the cave felt like this, but He knew that the rock walls of ordinary caves should never feel like this.

“This is not like a cave.” A white man wearing glasses among the hunters took two steps and looked at the entrance of the cave. “Even if the cave has been weathered for a long time, it will not be so smooth, and it will be so hard that it can even reflect light… The texture is a bit A hard rock like marble or granite.”

Old Tang has observed that the glasses he is wearing are indeed myopia glasses, and the degree is not low. I don’t know why he came here to take risks. If he encounters any danger inside and loses his glasses while escaping, wouldn’t it be quite exciting?

“Could it be obsidian?”

Old Tang guessed.

“It’s a bit similar, but obsidian is the product of magma melting and solidifying. It is a glass, hard and brittle. Firstly, it would not be on such a large scale, and secondly, it would not be able to show its current shape…”

“It’s useless to discuss these things now. We don’t have professional equipment, so we can’t analyze much,” the glasses said. “Besides, even if we analyze something, we still have to continue. Everyone is here for money. Risking such a When entering the ruins in great danger, no one should be satisfied with only fifteen thousand or thirty thousand, right?”

Old Tang opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.

“The employer said that this place is suspected to be the tomb of Jurapa, the main god of Coliasuyu revered by the ancient Inca Empire,” said the glasses. “He was very influential in the ancient Inca Empire. The scale of the festival dedicated to him is only larger than that of the Sun God.” A little bit worse, according to legend, he is the god who controls the weather. He has an artifact called the ‘Galaxy Pot’ that is used to make rain. The thing our employer asked us to bring out is the Milky Way Pot.”

“Huh?” Old Tang’s eyes widened, “Is the employer a devout believer in the Inca mythology?”

“Probably not,” Mai Shutoku shook her head, “The ancient Inca Empire was a relatively primitive society, where divine power and royal power went hand in hand. In order to consolidate their rule, rulers would blur royal power and divine power, and mythologise themselves to gain the obedience of ordinary people. Therefore, this Yulapa may have been the actual ruler of a certain Kolyasuyu District a long time ago, similar to the Xibohou of the Zhou Dynasty in China.”

“The Milky Way Pot is most likely a symbol of his identity as a ruler and ‘god’, similar to a crown, a scepter or a jade seal.”

“In other words, if there really is a so-called ‘Galaxy Pot’ inside, then it can be evidence of the existence of a real ruler of Coliasuyu in ancient Inca?” Old Tang thought about it in his mind, and felt He seemed to have lost money this time, “The 1.5 million is too little! Fifteen million may not be enough!”

“What proof do we have? Without the recognition of modern academia, the antiquities left by the ancients are just rubbish.” Brown Wolf took a very open-minded view, “No one will recognize this thing in our hands. Only employers promote academic research on this Only if you recognize this thing as a cultural relic, it will be a priceless treasure, otherwise it will not be sold for much money. Or you can consider donating it directly to the museum for experts to study it? “

Old Tang had to admit that what Brown Wolf said made more sense.

…

In the center of the huge and empty tomb, Old Tang and Mai Shutoku were hiding in a huge sarcophagus with a length of more than eight meters, a width of more than three meters, and a height of nearly one and a half meters.

In terms of appearance, this is indeed a sarcophagus with a simple style, but considering its internal space, let alone just hiding inside, the space is barely spacious even for dancing inside.

Compared to the huge size of the sarcophagus, only a crack was exposed on the coffin lid. Two adults, Old Tang and Mai Shutoku, squeezed in through the crack easily without any difficulty in breathing.

Outside the sarcophagus, there are countless stone statues that either stand intact or have fragments scattered on the ground. There are many sarcophagi in the gaps between the stone statues. Their appearance is very similar to the sarcophagus where Mai Shutoku and Old Tang live, but the coffins are The covers are all tightly fitted.

In the center of the tomb is a strangely shaped stepped stone platform. In the center of the stone platform is a shape similar to a thin-necked vase, but the material is more like bronze. It is also carved with animal patterns with fat and swollen tails and deformed limbs.

Surrounding the stone platform, there is a huge creature that is more than six meters tall and more than ten meters from the head to the tip of the bones and tail. It steps around the stone platform, and its rotten claws with part of the bones exposed make a dull sound every time it steps on the ground, splashing. Dust started flying, and the next moment the flying dust was blown away by the air flow picked up by its huge shaking bone wings.

This is a creature that should only exist in fantasy novels and games – nearly half of its scales and flesh have rotted away, revealing its metallic-sheen bones. There are clusters of swords and spears on the bones, but it can still move freely. Dragon!

The dragon’s eyes are still intact, like some kind of huge porcelain creation, shining with a golden light as bright as fire, but so cold that there is no trace of biological matter – but considering its unsightly appearance due to the rotting flesh and blood. The beating heart no longer feels like a living thing but is normal.

Every step of the giant dragon caused the swords on the bones to rub and collide, and the sound of metal clanging echoed throughout the tomb.

And further away, a “little” dragon with a height of just over three meters, slender limbs, a shorter tail, and a higher degree of body decay blocked the only exit, with the same golden light shining through its porcelain-like pupils.

“Damn! It’s not really just the two of us this time, is it?”

Old Tang held a bloody thimble in his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his mountaineering jacket.

His voice echoed in the space of the sarcophagus, and echoed clearly in the tomb hall after it came out of the sarcophagus, but the two dragons turned a blind eye, one continued to circle around the stone platform, and the other sat guarding the exit.

In the sarcophagus, the black box that Shutoku Mai had previously carried had long since disappeared, replaced by an iron-blue naginata with a faint cold light.

“From the time I came in until now, there are ten dead people that I can confirm. The others that I haven’t seen are probably not alive anymore. Maybe the entire army has been wiped out and not a single one is left.”

Mai Shutoku spoke solemnly.

“If we hadn’t discovered this sarcophagus that couldn’t be attacked and hid in time, we would have ended up as miserable as them. There is really a monster in this tomb! And it’s so big!”

Old Tang rubbed the thimble in his pocket with his thumb, which was a relic left to him by the brown wolf. This silent man who liked to use his hands more than his mouth was bitten in two by a giant beast with characteristics of both a lion and a poisonous snake. Before cutting it and chewing it, he threw it to Old Tang.

In addition, Glasses said that after he died, Old Tang asked Old Tang to cut off one of his fingers and send it to the Valley of Fire State Park, 90 kilometers away from Las Vegas, to be buried. But when Glasses died, Old Tang snatched back a head, so he I could only cut off a lock of hair to replace my fingers.

“What should we do now?” Shutoku Mai looked solemn, “The two dragon corpses are so small that they can tear us apart and eat them as bread, let alone the big ones. We are still safe if we don’t get out of the sarcophagus. But you can’t last long without food or water.”

“Hmm…” Old Tang’s eyes fell on the bronze bottle in the center of the stone platform through the gap in the coffin lid. There was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, “This thing should be the Milky Way Pot. Dragons and mummies are now appearing Now that it’s out, it’s possible that God’s artifact is real, right?”

“It’s not a big deal to wait for death here. Why don’t you try to get that thing in your hands?” Old Tang suggested, “If it’s really God’s ‘artifact’, we might be saved.”

“That should be a top-notch alchemical treasure,” Mai Shutoku shook her head, “An alchemical product of this level must have come from the hands of a pure-blood dragon. With our two bloodlines, we can’t use it even if we get it.”

“To be honest, I feel like I can use it…” Old Tang scratched his head, “It’s just a very strange feeling.”

“you sure?”

A glimmer of hope ignited in Mai Shutoku’s heart. Although normally a mixed race would not be able to use such a high-level alchemical treasure, Old Tang, a mixed race, was very weird – his luck was so good that Mai Shutoku suspected that he had Some kind of extremely advanced spirit that can relate to destiny.

Anyway, the two of them are waiting to die now, and there is currently no law enforcement to break the situation. If the fight succeeds, they will have a chance to escape, but if they fail, they will just die two days early.

Besides, she still has a life-saving trump card in her hand.

Thinking of this, Mai Shutoku nodded fiercely: “Done it!”

After saying that, he took out the alchemy potion that was stored close to his body and could increase his bloodline with explosive potential and drank it in one gulp.

“good!”

Old Tang also gritted his teeth, took out two potions that he had hidden in his pocket before and drank them all at the same time under the surprised eyes of Shutoku Mai.

Then Old Tang and Jiude Mai looked at each other and spoke almost at the same time.

“What did you drink?”

“What did you drink?”

Then their bodies became hot at the same time, and the hot feeling spread from the depths of their bodies like lava, and they fell to their knees almost at the same time.

After enduring the short-term pain, Shutoku Mai felt that the dragon’s blood in her body had entered an unprecedented state of activity. The dragon’s blood flowing in her veins was hot, passing through the capillaries, and the density of her muscles increased rapidly…

It is this kind of power that is worthy of being a precious first-class alchemical potion!

Mai Jiudoku’s confidence skyrocketed, and she was about to ask Old Tang to take action when the hairs all over her body suddenly stood up.

In her perception, with Old Tang half-kneeling on the ground as the center, a great spherical field slowly expanded, covering her and the surrounding space.

Damn it! What did you drink? !

Looking at Old Tang who was still half-kneeling on the ground, Mai Shutoku’s eyes widened.

There is an outline of Old Tang’s experience in the ruins, and the plot has been planned, but I feel that it is a bit “watery” to put it directly in the main text, so I will briefly mention it for now, and will write it out in the form of an extra chapter later (if there is a chance)…