Acting for the gods

Chapter 47 Wannian Rouzhi
Jiang Fan, Partridge Whistle, and the old foreigner walked up the spiral ramp for a while, turned a bend, and were sealed off by a white stone wall at the end.

On the stone wall is a portrait of a graceful and luxurious woman.

The old foreigner laughed and said, "This woman is probably the wife of King Xian."

While talking, the old foreigner stared at the woman in the painting, and saw that she was wearing a rich brocade dress, with a dignified figure, bright lips and fresh teeth, and a tall cloud.

Immediately, he suddenly realized that the person in the painting stretched out a white hand and grabbed his own neck, as if bound by an iron hoop, unable to break free, only felt that he had difficulty breathing, and his face was flushed.

The partridge whistle on the side was also hit, his body stiffened, and his face showed pain.

Only Jiang Fan looked as usual.

"Illusion? The grandson of King Xian is very good at it!"

Jiang Fan punched the portrait, blasting a hole the size of a washbasin in the stone wall.

The moment the portrait was broken, the old foreigner and the partridge whistle also broke away from the illusion, clutching their necks and gasping for breath.

And behind the broken stone wall, an upright female corpse can be seen.

The female corpse is pale and well preserved, and it can be seen that she was a beauty before birth.

Although it has been thousands of years, his brows and eyes are still alive, his eyes are closed tightly, and his expression is peaceful, as if he has fallen into a deep sleep and will wake up at any time.

As the air flowed into the back of the stone wall, the body of the female corpse began to gain weight, as if it was about to transform into a dead body.

Within a moment, the female corpse turned into a big fat girl, the flesh was stretched translucent in an instant, and then burst open.

Countless moths flew out of the body of the female corpse.

These moths are all corpse moths, with corpse powder on their bodies, which is highly poisonous. If the skin of a living person touches it a little, corpse spots will appear immediately.

In a short while, he will be poisoned and die.

Although Jiang Fan took the unicorn blood and ate wood stalks before, he didn't want to be contaminated with corpse powder.

"Li Zi—Chi Lian!"

Jiang Fan's dragon and tiger scepter in his left hand pointed forward, and the fire snake flew out. Those corpse moths rushed at the sight of the light, and were instantly reduced to ashes.

After cleaning up the corpse moths, Jiang Fan, Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner entered the tomb through the tomb passage.

Among them is a phoenix coffin, which was originally intended to be dedicated to the king and princess, but I don't know which one is wrong with the scriptures, so I used my wife to block the passage.

Jiang Fan and the others did not delve into this kind of problem, they all wanted to find Muchen Bead as soon as possible.

Jiang Fan knew very well that this tomb was a huge ten-thousand-year Tai Sui, which would be resurrected once it came into contact with the air and the breath of a stranger.

The most frightening thing is that a corpse hole has already been formed here. If one fails, everyone who comes to the Worm Valley this time will have to become its nourishment.

The Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner didn't know the inside story, and opened the phoenix coffin with full expectation, but there were no corpses inside, only a few jars. While disappointed, they couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

Without hesitation, Jiang Fan kicked the phoenix coffin open, revealing the hidden inner and outer coffins below.

This is a half-human-shaped jade-topped hairpin and golden lin-toed coffin, hidden in Tai Sui's mouth.

Through the hole the size of a football, one can see the shape of a human head and two shoulders on it. The seal is sealed with four golden toes interlaced, and the top of the coffin is topped with a crimson jade crown that surpasses blood.

A vortex is engraved on the top of the jade, almost covering the entire top of the jade, very similar to the shape of an eyeball.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be a curved phoenix in the shape of a vortex, and the place where the pupils are is the head of the phoenix.

This is exactly the sign of Muchen Bead!
Seeing Muchen Zhu's beauty, both Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner's blood surged up.

"It's the king's coffin, it's hidden really deep."

"Give me a hand and dig it out."

As they said that, the two were ready to start.

"Let me do it, Bamen Porter!"

Jiang Fan directly moved Xianwang's coffin to the ground through space transfer.

Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner were not surprised, they took out their claws and quickly pried open the toes on the coffin.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

When the two of them were doing it, their hearts beat faster.

Both looking forward to and apprehensive, I am afraid that it will be nothing.

"one two Three."

When the call came to three, Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner worked together to lift the lid of the coffin.

Inside lay the corpse of a man wearing a crown inlaid with gold and jade, wearing a black robe with python-patterned jade armor, and a purple gold belt around his waist.

He put his hands on his chest and lay quietly on the soft bed. The most strange thing is that there are no facial features on King Xian's face.

Both the partridge whistle and the old foreigner felt shuddering when they saw it.

Even if Jiang Fan knew this earlier, after seeing King Xian's appearance, he still felt his scalp tingling.

The facial features of the corpse had become blurred and distorted, leaving only a few traces.

The mouth, nose and eyes are almost indistinguishable, as if they have melted into the face, and the head is smooth and strange, as if wearing a mask of jade skin.

The old foreigner regained his composure and urged, "Brother, get the muchen bead quickly."

Partridge Whistle touched King Xian's skin with his hands, and found that King Xian's body was hard, as if it had turned into jade, and his mouth was completely sealed. He could only feel a round object in the opponent's mouth, but he couldn't be sure if it was Muchen Bead.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. There is no need to be polite with Mr. Xian Wang. Take his head."

As Jiang Fan said, he dragged Xian Wang's real body out of the coffin, held the ancient black gold knife, raised the knife with his hand, and cut off Xian Wang's head with one blow.

The old foreigner saw the walnuts and a string of jade rings in King Xian's hands, and felt that they might be useful, so he rolled them down.

And at the moment Jiang Fan cut off the head of King Xian, the headless body trembled suddenly, as if it was about to come back to life, and waved its hands indiscriminately.

The old foreigner backed away quickly in fright.

"Li Zi—Fire Meteor!"

Seeing that King Xian still wanted to be a demon, Jiang Fan inserted the ancient black gold knife, kicked the headless corpse to the wall, and then raised the dragon and tiger scepter, and raised his hand to shoot a big fireball.

In the flames, King Xian's headless body was instantly evaporated by the flames.

Even if he Xianwang is extremely intelligent and good at calculating, he can't count that this catastrophe will still happen more than 1000 years after his death!
Perhaps it was because the high temperature stimulated Wannian Taisui, or it might be because the Muchen Bead was about to be taken away, Wannian Taisui accelerated the speed of resurrection.

The ground and walls in the tomb began to squirm, making a rustling sound.

"Why is this place moving?"

The old foreigner was terrified and looked around with a bow and arrow.

I saw that the rock walls around the tomb gradually turned yellow, as if covered with a thick layer of mud.

Unknown yellow-brown liquid gurgled out of it continuously, and the rancid smell was unstoppable and extremely weird.

"This tomb is alive, no, it's aconite!" Partridge Whistle was well-informed and quickly realized.

"go!"

Jiang Fan took Xian Wang's head and swept it towards the entrance of the cave where he came.

At this time, the reminder that the task is completed has not yet sounded, and it is estimated that he has to leave the range of King Xian's tomb, or take the Muchen Bead out of King Xian's head.

Right now, it is better to escape first.

Just when the three of them came to the passage and were about to escape and ascend to heaven.

The entrance of the cave suddenly dissolved, and more than a dozen silhouettes of human bodies appeared around it.

The next moment, countless pale human hands stretched out from the wall of flesh, like candles in the wind, swaying from side to side, grabbing randomly, as if dragging Jiang Fan and the others into a place of eternal doom.

"Trouble, go on."

Jiang Fan frowned, handed the king's head to the old foreigner, and then performed spells with the dragon and tiger scepter.

"Eight-door transport!"

The three light symbols instantly attached to the bodies of Jiang Fan, Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner, and the black space channel flashed in front of them, instantly transporting the three of them to the tomb passage outside.

"You go first, I will solve it."

Jiang Fan knew that the corpse hole was not something to be messed with. This thing could devour everything. Once it expanded indefinitely, Jiang Fan could run, and the Partridge Whistle and the others would be hanged.

If it is allowed to expand endlessly, resulting in the most terrifying corpse hole effect, the consequences will be disastrous.

Such a monster has far surpassed the scope that human beings can deal with.

However, all things generate and restrain each other.

Jiang Fan hadn't confronted it head-on from the very beginning, and had thought of a way to get rid of it long before he set off.

That is "Qinglong stamps the pen, and the screen walks the horse".

(End of this chapter)