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

"No, this is an empty coffin."

"There's not even a piece of ground snake."

Although the eyeless ancient corpse looked terrifying.

But the Xiling bandits were eating the food of the dead, so how could there be any reason to be afraid?

Use the corpse rope to pull the body out.

The probing claw in his hand was scratched back and forth across the bottom of the coffin.

After searching a few times, there was no movement on the hook.

Several people couldn't help but look at each other.

There was even a brave one who tightened the black scarf on his face, took a deep breath, jumped into the coffin, and searched the coffin carefully with a lamp, but still found nothing.

The guy couldn't help but get up and curse.

The earth snake is the copper coin.

It's a slang term in the fighting industry.

The same goes for earth dragon and gopher, which refer to gold and silver respectively.

"It shouldn't be. How come there are no burial objects in such a good coffin?"

The onlookers looked in disbelief.

It wasn't until they took the lantern and came closer to check it for themselves that they gave up.

"It must have been filtered by that old guy Xian Wang."

According to the shopkeeper, these three ancient coffins with different shapes and ages represent the three previous lives of King Xian. He ordered people to dig them out and move them from various places.

If you say so.

He is also considered a companion.

The entire Dazang Mountains are mausoleums, with heaps of gold and jade, a shark lantern, a cloud-top hall, and a dragon-veined palace. The atmosphere of an imperial mausoleum is everywhere, and the luxury is astonishing.

He was a prince from a small wild country, and even if he drank the people's fat and blood, it was unlikely that he could afford to build such a large tomb.

Maybe he was just fighting around under the guise of ascending to heaven and becoming an immortal.

Just like Cao Aman.

Find gold in hair mounds, look for dragons and steal bones.

"Absolutely..."

"Does this count as the fault of our ancestors?"

"What are you thinking about? You kid, even though we are thousands of miles apart, you will recognize Yi as your father, right?"

This scene caused a lot of controversy.

It would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed.

After all, it took so much effort to pry open the sarcophagus.

"Brother, what's going on?"

"Is King Xian really a member of my generation?"

Glancing inside the coffin, the old foreigner was obviously a little surprised.

They usually open coffins to look for pearls.

Regardless of whether the tomb owner or the tomb owner is buried with him, there are several things buried with him.

What's more, it's still a mausoleum as big as Xian Wangxuan Palace.

"The shadow bones of the demon coffin serve as scapegoats to wash away sins."

Partridge Whistle was not too surprised by this, but rather expected it.

After all, these three demon coffins were dedicated to the king for his three lifetimes to bear all his sins, so how could they bury the artifacts with them?

"Shadowbone scapegoat?"

Hearing these words, the old foreigner couldn't help but frown.

This was the first time he heard this statement.

But when I still wanted to ask more questions, I looked up and found that my senior brother and Chen Boutou were already walking towards the cellar coffin not far away.

Seeing this situation, he had no choice but to put his thoughts aside.

"Flower spirit..."

He greeted his junior sister.

However, he didn't know what was going on. From the beginning of the fight, he noticed that something was not right with the flower spirit. At this moment, a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at the bronze coffin in a daze.

"Are you okay?"

After all, it is the Netherworld Mysterious Palace, and there are endless weird witchcrafts seen along the way.

The old foreigner was worried that she was suffering from evil spirits, his brows were furrowed, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"fine."

Hua Ling shook her head.

She just felt strange. When she took a quick glance, there seemed to be a faint blue light flashing under the stone brick sandwich that was smashed by the bronze coffin.

But when I looked again, it disappeared.

For a moment, even she doubted whether it was an illusion.

After all, because of the Muchen Bead symbol in the Immortal Picture of Huixian Palace, she had been immersed in it, and it was understandable that she would have delusions.

So when the senior brother asked, Hua Ling didn't know how to answer.

"Senior brother, I see that you don't look too good. Why don't you take a break first and eat something to replenish your energy?"

But the old foreigners dare not look down upon it.

He looked at her carefully, her face was pale and there was almost no blood.

"Need not."

Hua Ling shook her head.

"Brother, I'm really fine, I just thought of something."

First it was the senior brother, and now it was the old foreigner. During this period, Sister Hong also secretly asked me once.

How could she not know that she could easily make others worry like this?

But...that is the Muchen Bead that the tribe has been searching for for thousands of years.

So even though she told herself over and over again, the more times like this, the more important it was to stay calm.

Unfortunately, she still couldn't do it.

Whenever I close my eyes, my mind is filled with that swirling pattern.

There are no absolute coincidences in the world.

Perhaps, the phoenix courage that their lineage dreams of is right in front of them.

"But……"

The old foreigner still wanted to speak.

Hua Ling suddenly widened her eyes, looked past him, and looked behind her, as if she saw something incredible.

Seeing this, his attention was immediately attracted and he turned around suddenly.

I saw.

Senior brother and Chief Chen have already led people to open the coffin.

Like a charcoal-fired coffin filled with black mist.

There seemed to be a vague shadow with a green face and fangs, roaring in the mist, as if it was trying to break the shackles and escape the seal.

That scene was too real.

None of it seems to be unreal.

Several Xieling bandits were so frightened that their faces were as white as gold paper, and they all clearly noticed the changes in the coffin.

"Ghost coffin?!"

The old foreigner frowned.

At this time, he didn't care about anything else. He just reminded Hua Ling in a deep voice, "Junior sister, protect yourself. Don't follow me."

Throw down a sentence.

He whipped out his umbrella from behind with his backhand and rushed over.

"Senior brother?"

Quickly appearing behind Partridge Whistle, the old foreigner did not expect that such an astonishing change would occur here just after saying a word to Hua Ling.

"Be careful, there is most likely a ghost buried in this coffin."

Partridge Whistle tensed up, without turning his head, and said in a low voice.

Really? !

Now he didn't dare to think too much.

Evil is easy to arise in tombs, so demon coffins and ominous coffins are common. For example, the stone coffin just now can be called evil.

But no matter what, the bones buried there are still dead people.

Even he had never heard of this burial ghost.

You must know that ghosts are invisible and cannot be guessed.

Could it be that King Xian really caught a ghost and sealed it in the coffin?

For a moment, he thought about countless possibilities.

Although there are many alchemy techniques in the Moving Mountain lineage, most of them are to restrain evil spirits or rigor mortis.

If that ghost really breaks through the seal on the coffin, will they really be able to deal with it then?

"……it is good!"