Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chen Yulou is on top of the coffin.

At this moment, he looked like a duckweed in the wind, rising and falling with the coffin lid.

However, it was as if roots had taken root under the feet, and there was no tendency to collapse at all.

His expression was extremely calm and there was no trace of panic.

"This……"

When the Partridge Sentinel, who was skimming the formation not far away, saw this scene, cold sweat broke out in the palm of his hand holding the mirror umbrella.

Although with Chen Yulou's ability.

Dealing with the vicious corpse in the coffin should not be a big problem.

But the sound of the nine important towns breaking down one by one was like a bow string urging death, making people feel uneasy.

Bang!

at last.

The last important road was covered with cracks, like a cracked tea cup that shattered into countless pieces with a bang.

The locks flew open.

It landed on the ground paved with blue bricks and made a crisp sound.

Simultaneously.

A hand with a long purple tip, like a bone... also stretched out from the gap in the coffin lid.

"Zi Zhan?"

Partridge Whistle's pupils shrank slightly.

But as soon as the idea came up, he was immediately rejected.

Purple zombie refers to a person who has died not long ago, but the corpse is still dead and has a purple color all over. It is the lowest status among the walking corpses, even inferior to black zombies and white zombies.

This bronze coffin is so amazing.

Except for ancient mirrors and important towns.

At this moment, it experienced a violent vibration, and the heavy dust on the coffin dispersed, revealing green copper flowers underneath.

But if you look carefully, you will find that those are not patina, but corpse-suppressing runes engraved in it.

Such a heavy blockade.

You can figure it out with your toes, it's definitely not just a purple head.

"Could it be... Ba?"

Thinking of this possibility, Partridge Whistle's heart skipped a beat.

Black and white walking corpses, flying zombies and wandering corpses, copper-skinned iron bones, jade-armored golden bodies, and above them are the demon, jade, and immortal bones.

It is said that Ba is a demon god. Wherever it passes, the red ground will be thousands of miles away. When it dies, it becomes Ba. It can drive divine objects. Foxes can avoid thunder disasters. Wherever they are buried, nothing will grow.

As for the demon, it is said that the corpse is similar to Zi Zhan.

only……

If there was really a demon corpse buried in the bronze coffin, it would no longer be considered dangerous, but a catastrophic disaster.

It would be good to kill and suppress it again. Once it escapes from King Xian's tomb, it is feared that dozens of miles outside Zhelong Mountain and even the entire Yunnan and Yue territory will fall into a catastrophe.

"Brother Chen, be careful, the corpse in the coffin is most likely the legendary demon..."

Think of this.

How dare Partridge Whistle hesitate even a little bit.

Even if there is only a chance, you can't bet.

Otherwise, one step is wrong and every step is wrong.

The mistakes caused by that time are simply irreparable.

hum!

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a fierce sound that broke through the air.

In the peripheral vision, the cold light was like snow, cutting down from above.

"Dragon scale sword!"

In that cold light, he felt a familiar sword energy.

But it was even more amazing than the sword that cut through the scales of the python in the valley and lake that day, showing its sharp edge.

The invisible sword intent surged, and suddenly there was a shadow shaped like a black dragon roaring in the air.

The long sword slashed hard on the bone hand.

There was only a clang of metal and stone colliding, even though the five senses were closed in advance.

But when it fell into Partridge Whistle's ears, it still made him feel deafening.

There was a constant buzzing in my mind.

"break!"

Feel that strong resistance.

Chen Yulou shouted lowly.

The Qingmu spiritual energy dormant in the sea of ​​​​qi surged up.

Hundreds of veins flow from the four limbs into the sword body.

"Click——"

In an instant.

The bone hand was cut off at the wrist like paper.

The wound was extremely smooth.

But the strange thing is... what flows out of it is not blood, but black smoke.

Chen Yulou waved his long sleeve to disperse the smoke.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the partridge whistle not far away with a smile.

"Brother Dao, what did you say?"

"郃...it's nothing."

After thinking about it, Partridge Whistle still shook his head.

Push the thought out of your mind.

If this was a demon with jade armor and golden body, this sword would never be able to cut off the hand so cleanly and neatly.

So, what is in the coffin that makes King Xian pay so much attention to it?

Partridge Whistle Head was once again confused.

There was actually a feeling of having no clue.

But soon he was attracted by a more terrifying crashing sound.

The demon corpse, which had one of its hands removed, was obviously completely enraged and banged against the copper coffin outside of it like crazy.

"So urgent?"

Chen Yulou sneered.

Those clear eyes were full of coldness at the moment.

Back then, the high priest calculated the shadow bones of King Xian from his first three lives.

So he worked hard to dig out the three skeletons and send them here.

The first one is a demon, the second one is a ghost, and the last one is a spirit.

One is to fit in with the three hells.

In addition, it also means to guard Xuan Palace.

Especially the bronze coffin. The corpse was so murderous that it was a murderer in life. After death, it turned into a demon corpse. If ordinary thieves came here, they would die if they opened the coffin.

Unfortunately.

What Chen Yulou killed was the monster.

No matter whether you live or die!

Feeling the frantic movement inside the coffin, he took a light step forward.

Since you want to come out, then do as you wish.

boom!

It was almost the moment the others left the top of the coffin.

The coffin lid, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, could no longer withstand the violent impact of the storm inside the coffin. It was lifted up and spun several times in mid-air before it fell heavily to the ground.

It is inserted diagonally on the stone tile floor.

It stirred up countless smoke and dust.

"coming……"

Partridge Whistle was shocked.

I couldn't care less about the dust blowing in my face.

Looking through the dust and fog, he stared at the open bronze coffin.

Soon, another bone hand clattered and landed on the edge of the coffin.

The strength of that hand was astonishing.

There was actually a sizzling sound when the bronze coffin was grabbed.

After fighting for half his life, this was the first time he saw such strange bones. Even after seeing the hands, Partridge Whistle still couldn't imagine what kind of monster was hidden in the coffin.

Invisible oppression shrouded.

Almost suffocating.

The temperature in the tomb seemed to be dropping rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just a blink of an eye.

To him, it seemed like thousands of years ago.

tick-

Finally, a sound different from the sound of a bone hand drawing across the coffin wall came out.

Although it was extremely weak, it was like a pair of invisible hands that disrupted the oppressive feeling.