Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

It was difficult to enter this tomb.

This coffin is so amazing.

Not to mention the cold jade that has not melted for thousands of years, it also borrows the yin energy of the entire yin and yang house to make the cold energy endless and endless.

It's hard not to let people think about the owner of the tomb, Zhuge Wuhou.

But, is it too simple?

Carefully approaching the ice jade coffin, Chen Yao looked at it intently for a moment.

The body of the coffin was covered with frost.

Ice builds up.

I could only vaguely see a figure lying quietly at the bottom of the coffin.

As for the appearance, it is not clear at all.

"There is someone in the coffin."

"It's not really Zhuge Liang, is it?"

"Nonsense, this kind of tomb is usually a burial mausoleum. I guess it is a general of the Shu Han."

"Huang Zhong? Jiang Wei? Or Zhao Yun, Wei Yan?"

"Why do I feel wrong?"

Through the camera, hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room also saw that scene.

In the ice coffin pierced by strong light, that figure was extremely tall, even though he knew that he was just a corpse that had been dead for nearly 2000 years. ,

But the fear of the dead is still uncontrollable and spreads rapidly in everyone's hearts.

"Damn it, I suddenly had a strong premonition that another murderous corpse might be buried in this coffin."

"Don't go ahead, it's exactly the same. I've already taken out the amulet. It's really scary to watch the live broadcast at home alone in the middle of the night."

"Hey, brother Yao, why hasn't he said anything?"

Under the camera, Chen Yao walked around the ice coffin several times.

The ice coffin was one foot in front and back, and the height was almost half a person.

Moreover, the most astonishing thing is that it is polished from a whole piece of cold jade, and it may be difficult to find a second piece of such huge jade.

Such a coffin lies here.

Very evil.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing the center of his brows vigorously, Chen Yao stared at the depths of the ice coffin, as if his eyes could penetrate the coffin and see the dead body inside.

He hesitated for a moment.

There was a sudden sternness in his eyes.

At this point, I don't care too much.

Don't fall down in a fight, and don't open a coffin in a fight. Is it the work of a person who touches gold?

Think about this.

Chen Yao no longer hesitated.

Quickly take out a candle from the backpack, go to the southeast corner of the tomb and light it.

A canopy of candle flames suddenly sprang out.

It's faint like a lamp, and it's indeterminate.

After observing carefully for a while, I saw that the candlelight gradually calmed down, and there was no abnormality.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yao went straight back to the ice coffin.

Fix the flashlight to one side of the wall, and the light beam tore through the darkness, just covering the entire coffin.

"The coffin is about to be opened."

"Brother Yao is really ruthless, this is going to be a final conclusion."

"Who still remembers the bronze coffin in Cao Cao's tomb, it feels like it has reappeared."

"Don't be crowed, just watch the live broadcast quietly."

"That's right, it looks like you can."

Chen Yao is currently focused on the coffin in front of him, so he has no time to pay attention to the barrage.

He took a dagger from his waist.

Quickly break open the ice layer under the coffin lid.

Chen Yao's mind was tense, his eyes were calm, without any fluctuation.

The hand holding the dagger was extremely stable, and I could see ice flowers splashing from the sharp blade.

Bang!

Wait until it breaks completely.

Only then did Chen Yao let out a breath.

Then he tightly grasped the edge of the coffin lid with both hands, let out a low shout, his whole body surged with energy and blood, and the energy hidden in the flesh and blood of his body exploded heavily.

Boom!

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

Then the second, third...

Until countless, one after another, there seems to be a pot of boiling water in the darkness.

The coffin lid and coffin body are almost completely integrated.

It is not easy to open the coffin.

Even though he has been tempered several times and has a huge strength, he is a little weak for a while. ..

Not impossible.

But dare not.

If all strength is unreserved, even if the ice coffin is opened, it will be completely destroyed. In that case, it is really a pity.

The sound of ice cracking is still ringing.

The top of the coffin.

An obvious crack ran around the ice coffin.

Wait until the moment when the cracks connect end to end.

Chen Yao grasped the coffin lid with his hand, and suddenly felt a slight sense of weightlessness.

He knew that this was a precursor to breaking the coffin.

Press down the strength in your hand.

Gently lift it with ingenuity.

In an instant, a chill as cold as ice rolled up, like an invisible wind swept towards him.

Chen Yao neither retreats nor evades.

It just opened its mouth to spit out a wisp of golden crow fire intent.

Like a burning spear, it instantly tore through the sinister black mist.

But the moment the fog dissipated, there was a dark, ghost-like thing that quickly came from behind the fog. to the front.

It was a pitch-black face with distorted features.

Leng Sensen stuck in front of his eyes.

Even though Chen Yao was used to the weirdness, he was still startled by this scene and cried out.

Grasping the hand under the coffin lid, he pulled it out suddenly, clenched his fingers tightly, and subconsciously punched that hideous face.

Bang!

Qi and blood rush.

A punch landed right in the face.

But Chen Yao had the feeling of being hit on the stone wall, and with a bang, his tiger's mouth went numb.

The light flickered from the corner of his eyes, and he only vaguely saw a fluffy monster jumping up from the coffin, clinging to his body, and it scratched his cheeks with burning pain.

"what?"

Chen Yao frowned.

With a sudden force in his left hand, the lid of the coffin was lifted off.

At the same time, the whole person rolled back on the spot, quickly appeared on the wall, reached out and grabbed the flashlight, pulled out the vajra umbrella, and opened it with a bang.

The moment the umbrella ribs lay horizontally in front of him.

The light of the flashlight has already shone into the depths of the darkness.

A series of movements, extremely fierce, done in one go, without any sense of stagnation.

Where the strong light falls.

Chen Yao saw a dark figure standing quietly in the corner of the wall in the night. He was extremely tall, at least 1.8 meters high, and the mist of evil spirits billowed from his body.

The whole shadow is tangible and intangible, like a condensed black smoke.

In the empty tomb, the deathly silence was restored again, only his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart under his chest remained.

Chen Yao reached out and wiped the left side of his face.

The palm of the hand is slippery and greasy.

Spread your hands and look down.

The palm was actually full of blood.

A gash was drawn on his face between the flashes and flints that the ghostly shadow jumped out of the coffin just now.

How long has it been since I was hurt.

Chen Yao's face was slightly ugly.

His eyes were fixed on the depths of the wall, and he didn't dare to blink, for fear that it would kill him again.

But there was more surprise and disbelief in the expression.

He has already fought against Phantom Shadow, but he can't tell the difference, what is it?

Human or ghost?

Or a demon or a ghost?

After all, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a corpse, and there is no shadow on the ground when the light shines on it.

One person, one shadow.

Just like that.

The atmosphere in the tomb quickly became terrifying.

Chapter 92

"Damn, what's drilled out of the bottom of the coffin?"

"I can't see it clearly at all, but it feels like it's not small."

"It's more than just that aura, brother, it's even scarier than Dian Wei at that time."

"Fucking nonsense, if you are an old fan who has seen Cao Cao's tomb, whoever saw Brother Yao was injured, this thing is probably not a good sign."

When the two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere fell into a deadly silence, the audience who saw this scene through the camera felt as if their hearts were being grabbed by something.

Worry was written all over his face.

This is no small matter.