Dragon Vein Monument

In the ancient temple on a rainy night, the copper coin sword hangs on Lin Yan's fingertips, and the hexagram image "the ridge is water" glows with a faint blue.​ "Heirs of the Lin family, still want to protect this thousand-year-old dragon lair?" The tomb robber Bloodhand Lao Qi swung out the soul entangling rope, and the black air was wrapped in the corpse stench. Lin Yan stepped on the Nine Palace Steps, and the eight hexagram talismans in his sleeves broke through the air: "My ancestors set up the Bagua Dragon Locking Formation, how can you and other rats be able to break it!"​ Kanmen Water Jue was activated, and the rain suddenly condensed the ice blade, but it was fused by Lao Qi's Lihuo Talisman. "Back then, your grandfather colluded with foreign enemies and sold the formation map. How can he pretend to be righteous now?" Lao Qi smiled ferociously and took out a tomb robbing shovel. The shovel's body was engraved with evil soul-devouring patterns.​ Lin Yan's heart suffocated, and the ancestral jade pendant suddenly became hot - it was the Zhenmen token entrusted to him by his grandfather before his death. "The ancestors made mistakes, I will pay for it!" He bit his fingertips and wiped the blood on the copper coin sword, "Combined the eight trigrams into one, suppress it!"​ The eight spiritual lights of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui soared into the sky, and dragon roars came from the underground of the ancient temple. Lao Qi's soul-devouring shovel instantly shattered, and when the black energy collapsed, he caught a glimpse of the cracks on Lin Yan's jade pendant, which matched the fragments of the map from that year.​ "So... You are the defender..." Lao Qi turned into flying ashes. Lin Yan looked at the word "fate" floating on the jade pendant. The rain washed away the inscriptions in the ancient temple. A thousand-year-old mystery had just been revealed.