F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 406 The Holy Lord Sends the Divine Remains to the Tomb? Stealing the Divine Court's Roa

"The gods they killed in the previous era."

When Wang Qingyun's words reached the channel, the sound of sticks being struck by Shen Hou's cudgel was a beat slower.

"Old Wang, don't scare people."

"Can gods be buried?"

Wang Qingyun's breathing was erratic, and each word was accompanied by extraneous sounds.

"able."

"But they won't die if they're buried."

Chen Yifan stood before the broken stele at Duan Shen Ridge, not immediately tearing open the void.

The seven cores pulsated deeply within the ring's space.

With each jump, grayish-white lines in his sternum pressed down an inch.

It doesn't hurt.

It's closer to the iron seal being sealed and bones falling.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Bai Zhi quickly noticed the anomaly.

"Chen Yifan, a new structure has appeared in your chest cavity."

"The permissions of the seven cores are being rearranged."

Shenhou immediately interrupted.

"Rearrange what?"

"Don't tell me he's getting interior renovations again."

Bai Zhi spoke a little faster.

"Sealed Well Bone Seal".

"The temporary well master candidate marker is being converted into entity permissions."

Shenhou paused for a moment.

"Can't understand."

"But it feels like he got something for free again."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

The grayish-white lines sank down along the sternum, without drilling into the heart.

The seven cores did not compete for his body.

They are pressing an imprint on him.

A seal that can open or close a well.

A low cough came from Wang Qingyun's side.

"Don't use the same method as before for the eighth well."

"The Holy Lord deliberately changed the coordinates in order to use you to loosen the seal."

Chen Yifan spoke in a low voice.

Explain clearly.

For a brief moment, only the sounds of impact from the main battlefield remained on the channel.

Wang Qingyun paused for two breaths before continuing.

"The twelve Heart Wells of the previous era not only suppressed the cracks."

"Beneath the eighth well lies the remains of a Divine Court Inspector."

Shenhou swore.

"Another inspector?"

"Didn't that headless dog, the Holy Lord, also claim to be an inspector?"

Wang Qingyun's voice deepened.

"It is not a complete oversight envoy."

"It borrowed the skin of that crippled god."

Chen Yifan's fingers stopped.

The knocking suddenly intensified on Bai Zhi's side.

"No wonder the remnant soul of the Holy Lord was able to bypass part of the World Engine protocol."

"It has access to the ruins of the old Divine Court!"

Wang Qingyun immediately took over.

"The eighth well is a grave."

"The core is the coffin nail."

"You pulled the wrong one. The resentment of the divine remains will devour you first, and then backfire on the first seven wells through the seven cores."

Shenhou lowered his voice.

"Chen Yifan, maybe we shouldn't go yet."

"It can still hold up on the front."

Chen Yifan looked up at the churning gray fog outside Duanshen Ridge.

"How long can we hold out?"

There was no response from Shenhou's side.

A muffled groan came from the channel.

The warning sounded three times in a row that the Ugly Ox's shoulder armor had cracked.

Wu Ma cursed and was knocked back half a step by something.

Bai Zhi did not hide anything.

"Given the current pressure, it will take at most twenty minutes."

"After the Holy Lord swallowed the remnants of the heretic's body, his recovery speed was faster than we expected."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and carefully put away the fragments of the broken blade monument.

"Then let's go."

Shenhou got anxious.

"Did you hear me?"

"Pull the wrong button and it'll all explode!"

Chen Yifan tore through the void.

"Who said I was going to pull it out?"

Shenhou paused for a moment before the void closed.

"Depend on."

"He didn't answer the question correctly again."

……

When Chen Yifan landed, the sand beneath his feet collapsed by half a foot.

There is no wind direction in the vast desert.

Yellow sand swirls from the ground into the sky, then crashes down again mid-air.

There is a lot of communication noise.

Bai Zhi's voice was intermittent.

"Coordinates...confirmed..."

"Well No. 8 is just 3,000 meters below your feet."

"But the geological structure is incorrect; there is a large amount of bone reaction below."

Chen Yifan lowered his head.

The sound of bones grinding came from beneath the sand.

very slow.

Very heavy.

The entire desert trembled.

The next moment, the sand dunes in the distance split open.

A section of platinum-gold spine arched out from the ground.

The length is endless.

The joints were covered with old seal holes, each one wrapped with dark green silk threads.

Chen Yifan did not back down.

He stood on the sand, and all seven cores vibrated in unison.

The bone imprint of the sealed well in the sternum was pressed even deeper.

Bai Zhi's voice was tense.

"The divine remains are turning over!"

"Don't go near the heart area!"

"It is not fully awake yet, but its resentment has already connected to the remnant of the Holy Lord's lineage."

The voice of the Holy Lord came from outside the crack in the sky.

This time, it didn't put on airs.

"arrive?"

"Chen Yifan, look at your feet."

"In the last era, Earth fought desperately, but could only keep it pinned to this spot."

The yellow sand exploded.

The divine remains raised another rib.

Each rib is as tall as a building.

Dark green flames lit up from the gaps in the bones, forming a net.

The Holy Lord continued speaking.

"Aren't you the best at stealing?"

"Remove the eighth core."

"Take it away."

"Let all twelve Heart Wells recognize you."

Shenhou was cursing loudly on the channel.

"Hey, you headless dog, what are you rushing me for?"

"The more you pressure me, the more it sounds like a scam."

The Holy Lord ignored him.

"Chen Yifan, if you don't pull it out, the power supply to the eighth well will not be interrupted."

"Those on the front lines will die."

"Your sister is also on Earth."

"The countdown is still going on."

Chen Yifan raised his right hand.

"White gardenia, mark the core."

Bai Zhi immediately provided the location.

"Below the sternum of the divine remains."

"It was pinned down by nine sealing nails."

"Eight of them are still there, but the one in the center was corrupted and replaced by the Holy Lord."

Shenhou exploded upon hearing this.

"It used its own thread as coffin nails?"

Wang Qingyun added a sentence.

"It wanted Chen Yifan to remove the sealing nail while he was removing the core."

"The resentment of the divine remains emerged, and the first one to bite open the well master candidate."

Chen Yifan stepped forward on the sand.

With each step, the sound of bones creaking beneath the sand grew louder.

The spine of the divine remains slowly arched, pushing large swathes of sand into the air.

Bai Zhi gave an urgent reminder.

"The area 300 meters ahead has entered the range of divine power suppression."

"Your skills may malfunction."

Chen Yifan did not use any skills.

He made the seven cores beat on their own.

Grayish-white lines spread down the sternum to the right arm.

A faint cracking sound came from the metacarpal bone.

The sealed well bone mark responded proactively for the first time.

Chen Yifan raised his hand and aimed it at the dark green thread on the spine of the divine skeleton.

"I won't remove the core."

The Holy Lord paused for a moment.

Chen Yifan clasped his five fingers together.

"I'll dismantle you first."

The theft of all things is activated.

Target locked.

The Holy Lord's ability to draw upon the resentment of the divine remains.

All seven cores vibrated simultaneously.

The gray-white suppressive intent burst forth from Chen Yifan's right arm, condensing into a short blade in front of his metacarpal bone.

There were no waves of light.

It did not spread.

The short blade slashed down along the dark green silk thread.

Click.

The first thread broke.

Outside the crack in the sky, a cloud of black mist burst forth from the severed neck of the Holy Lord.

Shenhou roared on the spot.

"I won!"

"The headless dog is deflated again!"

Chen Yifan didn't stop.

Second knife.

The third cut.

The gray-white short blade sliced ​​down along the spine of the divine remains.

With each severing of a dark green thread, a suppressed roar echoed from the desert floor.

It is not the Holy Lord.

It is the lingering remnant of a god.

The monitoring of Bai Zhi started to turn red.

"Regret has been revived!"

"If you sever the Holy Lord's guidance, it will mistakenly interpret it as you stealing the divine remains!"

The Holy Lord's voice finally became disordered.

"Stop!"

Chen Yifan stepped on the bone spur that was sticking up under his feet and crushed it.

"You sent me."

"Now you're complaining that I'm taking things too lightly?"

Shenhou laughed fiercely on the front lines.

"Hahaha!"

"The demolition team arrived, and the client panicked!"

The Holy Lord suddenly sank.

The outer channel tide experienced a brief period of disorder.

Tiger seized the opportunity, slamming his arms into the outer ranks, scattering the front row.

The ox pushed forward half a step, forcefully pushing the gap back into its original position.

Wu Ma dragged his injured leg across the edge of the incineration array, kicking away three unburnt remains.

The Rabbit immediately gave the order.

"Hold it down!"

"Chen Yifan is cutting off the Holy Master's power-borrowing line!"

Bai Zhi's voice also became more steady.

"There are only three left."

"The location is on the back of the neck of the remains, the nail seal on the chest, and the old mark on the right shoulder."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and slashed again.

The back of the neck was broken.

Right shoulder fracture.

The last one was hidden in the breastplate.

As he approached, the giant bones underground suddenly churned.

A platinum bone palm emerged from under the sand, its five fingers pressing down on Chen Yifan.

Before it even landed, the divine power had already made his knees feel heavy.

The communications system was filled with alarms.

"Don't try to take it head-on!"

"That's the instinct of a crippled god!"

Chen Yifan looked up and his left foot sank into the sand.

He didn't flash.

The seal mark inside the sternum suddenly lit up.

All seven heart cores beat in unison.

He raised his arms to brace against the descending bone palm.

boom!

The yellow sand blasted into the air.

Chen Yifan's feet were pressed into the ground, and his shoulder bones made a dull thud.

Shenhou was so anxious that his voice cracked.

"Chen Yifan!"

Chen Yifan clenched his teeth and forced out a sentence.

"White Gardenia".

"Report seal nail".

Bai Zhi's voice immediately followed.

"In the center of the sternum!"

"Three inches below the seal is the eighth core."

"Don't touch the core and outer ring; break the contaminating nail head first!"

Chen Yifan pulled his right arm out from under the bone palm, and held the gray-white short blade in his palm.

The lingering remnants of the divine remains fully awakened at this moment.

Intermittent ancient sounds echoed from below the desert.

"The Divine Court... is not destroyed..."

"The farm...is still there..."

"key……"

Chen Yifan's mind suddenly jolted.

The Purple Gold Pagoda trembled.

The gray-white pagoda pattern left by the seventh cut lit up, suppressing the ancient sound.

The remnant spirit of the divine remains rushed towards him with divine might, attempting to penetrate his heart.

Chen Yifan did not let it retreat.

He grabbed it with his backhand.

Everything is stolen and then reopened.

This time it's not about stealing energy.

Target locked—the divine aura within the resentment of the remnant god.

Bai Zhi was startled.

"What are you going to do?"

"Leave a road sign."

Chen Yifan, bracing against the bone palm, slammed his right fist into the chest of the divine corpse.

The first punch.

The sealing nail vibrates.

The second punch.

The dark green nail head cracked.

When the third punch landed, the contaminated nail head in the center of the sternum shattered completely.

The Holy Lord let out a painful roar.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Yifan seized the gray-white authority on the outer layer of the eighth core.

Do not uproot.

Only the core of power in this world is seized.

The ring is getting hot.

The well-sealing bone imprint in the sternum was pressed down synchronously.

The eighth core slowly rose from the chest of the divine remains.

The lingering remnants of the divine remains rushed towards them in a frenzy.

"key……"

"Return to the Divine Court..."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against the core of his heart, the gray-white bone imprint pressing back.

"Shut up."

The remnant of the divine remains was pressed into the edge of the sealed well bone seal, shrinking into a wisp of gray-gold ashes.

Bai Zhi's device emitted a sharp warning.

"What is that?"

Chen Yifan stored the eighth core into the ring space.

"God's Ashes".

"Is it possible to track down the true form of the Holy Lord?"

Bai Zhi paused for half a second, then her voice suddenly rose.

"able!"

"It and the remnant soul of the Holy Lord are not of the same origin, but the Holy Lord borrowed its authority!"

"If it uses the Divine Court Protocol again, I can reverse-locate it!"

Upon hearing this, Shenhou burst into laughter on the channel.

"A headless dog!"

"You're giving him a well, access, and even navigation?"

"You're so generous!"

Outside the crack in the sky, the Holy Lord did not respond.

The remains of the gods beneath the desert slowly sank back into the sand.

After the eighth core returned to its place, the sealed well bone imprint on Chen Yifan's chest was finally half-formed.

Eight gray-white lines interlock within the bone.

Let’s go out.

[Power supply interrupted for frame-08.]

Eight of the twelve wells have been recovered.

The main energy supply efficiency has dropped to 28%.

The initial seal for sealing the well is complete.

Chen Yifan raised his hand to wipe the blood from his chin, and was about to ask Bai Zhi to report the coordinates of the Ninth Well.

At the edge of the desert, the sand was suddenly stained blood red.

Three blood-red wells rose from the horizon.

A building covered with broken chains.

A building covered with old flags.

Countless figures were lying on the wellhead.

The voice of the Holy Lord finally came.

It's much lower than before.

"You don't need to look for Mitsui anymore."

"I delivered it to you personally."