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

"Let me try."

Under the flickering firelight, Feng Sibei frowned, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He knew very well that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

The honeycomb fire dragon box formation is endless. Even with the Vajra Umbrella, it may not be able to hold out for a long time. By then, they will be exposed to the swarm of bees and will be like lambs on the chopping board to be slaughtered, with no chance of survival.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a strange gesture, muttering something.

The tone sounded extremely strange.

It doesn't sound like any accent in Sichuan.

If you have to say it.

It is somewhat similar to the Nuo opera performed in Xiangxi during festivals and in every village.

He spoke very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had read out nearly a hundred words. Then he put his fingers together like swords and pointed them fiercely at the two pieces of paper armor.

In an instant.

The two white shadows that were originally swaying back and forth in the rain of arrows, like fallen leaves that seemed like they would be torn to pieces at any time, suddenly seemed to be endowed with energy and spiritual power, and a faint light floated around them.

"go with!"

Feng Sibei's words were as loud as thunder, and every word he spoke brought forth tremendous power.

After receiving the order, the two suits of paper armor flashed and instantly turned into two white lights, one on the left and one on the right, rushing towards the six dragon heads on the arch as fast as lightning.

"This……"

See this amazing scene.

Except for Yang Fang who was still struggling to hold up the Vajra Umbrella to prevent it from being destroyed in the torrent of arrows, everyone else subconsciously raised their heads and locked their eyes on the two white shadows.

The same was true for Chen Yulou and Kunlun who came a step later.

The two men's eyes were slightly stern, and their gazes passed over the black fog and arrow array covering the tomb passage and followed the paper armor.

buzz-

In the blink of an eye, two sets of paper armor appeared outside the dragon head, and two long swords appeared in his hands. They were also made of paper cutting, but when the long swords passed through the air, they brought out a shocking clanging sound.

clang!

The long sword slashed down and landed accurately in the dragon's mouth.

Only two loud clanging sounds were heard, just like an iron axe chopping off a wooden block. In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the two dragon heads were split in two. The beehive hidden inside was completely destroyed.

The originally clear sound of the machine amplifier suddenly stopped.

The only sound left was the humming sound of the bowstring.

As for the arrows in the beehive, they were no longer seen shooting out.

"It's done?!"

The old foreigner's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It's a great achievement! The paper armor actually destroyed two dragon head beehives!"

Wait until the sound of the bowstring disappears.

He clearly saw that only the remaining four dragon eyes were still emitting flames, while the other two had been extinguished, like dead objects, without any sound at all.

"It really works."

"Master, why not take it down in one fell swoop!"

Partridge Whistle was also amazed. He thought that using paper armor to explore the way was already amazing enough, but he didn't expect that it could be used in this way.

He could see far ahead, and several images came to his mind.

If you control the paper man to assassinate.

It was silent and even the energy was imperceptible.

Even if he is a martial arts master, his only possible end would be to have his head chopped off and die in blood.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. He just pointed at the remaining four dragon heads that were still drawing bows and shooting arrows like rain, and asked Feng Sibei beside him.

"It's not that simple."

Feng Sibei shook his head.

In just a moment, his face turned indescribably pale.

The originally calm breath became much more rapid.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head suddenly, his eyes piercing through the darkness and immediately fell on the two white shadows.

Suddenly, a burst of fire burst out from the dragon's eyes without any warning.

Those two sets of paper armor could pass freely through the rain of arrows, but they could not stop the flames.

It was ignited in an instant.

The flames spread rapidly, and in less than a moment, the two sets of paper armor were burned to ashes.

"Pity……"

At this moment, he understood that paper armor was just paper armor after all, not a living monster.

The power granted by witchcraft is as empty as rootless water.

Buzz!

I just sighed.

The sound of a machine expanding was heard again.

Then came a buzzing rain of arrows, shooting out from the mouths of four fire dragons, turning into black shadows all over the sky, and heading straight towards the group.

Seeing this, everyone who had finally breathed a sigh of relief felt their hearts tense up again.

Yang Fang gritted his teeth, cursed under his breath, then placed his feet against the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage, and held his shoulders tightly against the dragon frame of the Vajra Umbrella, ready to take on a new round of beehive arrow formation.

See this scene.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but frown, and his expression became even uglier.

Just as Yang Fang said.

The arrows hidden in the fire dragon's beehive are endless. It would be impossible to use them up in a short time just by holding on like this.

The most important thing is.

Manpower is sometimes poor!

The beehive can be endless, but the human qi and blood cannot be the same.

Therefore, we must find a way as soon as possible to destroy all the remaining fire dragon beehives, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Looking at the four flames floating in the mist.

Partridge Whistle's eyes gradually turned cold, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Yang Fang."

"Borrow my umbrella!"

He took a step forward and appeared outside Yang Fang. Before the latter could even come to his senses, he found that his hand was empty. The Vajra Umbrella was taken away in an instant, and what appeared in front of him was clearly the Mirror Umbrella of the Moving Mountains lineage.

Holding the Vajra Umbrella in one hand, Partridge Whistle let out a low shout, and his aura suddenly rose. The veins on the back of his hand holding the Vajra Umbrella bulged.

dong dong dong-

next moment.

He actually rushed forward step by step despite the torrential rain of arrows.

There was a constant rumbling sound above the umbrella.

The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Being in the midst of it, he felt as if he was a lone boat drifting on the vast ocean, with the waves rolling and surging. With every step he took, the force he had to bear made him feel as if he would be overturned at any time.

But even so, Partridge Whistle still did not retreat a single step. His body was as straight as a spear, and his speed was even getting faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he had already walked more than ten steps away.

"Oh my god."

"To what extent has this physical body been trained?"

Yang Fang was dumbfounded, his face full of surprise.

The power of the arrow formation was so terrifying, and he was definitely the one who had the most say.

After all, he had been holding the Vajra Umbrella in his hand just now. If Partridge Whistle had not taken it over, he would have been in danger of tearing his bones if he had held on for another minute or two.

This is by no means alarmist.

Nor is it an attempt to defend oneself by using the partridge whistle.

He didn't go to such lengths to beat Yang Fang with the divine whip.

At this moment, he was just speaking from his heart.

dong dong!

Heavy and steady footsteps continuously rang out in the long and narrow tomb passage. Partridge Whistle had a calm expression. Even though the wrist holding the Vajra Umbrella had long been numb under the torrential attack, he still had no intention of retreating, and even stopped to take a breath.

Only his deep, sword-like eyebrows that gradually wrinkled, and his slightly trembling legs under his Taoist robe, revealed that he was not as casual as he seemed on the surface.

at last.

The sound of the arrow hitting the umbrella changed from a sharp sound to a muffled sound, and a hint of light finally appeared in Partridge Whistle's eyes, which were as calm as water.

He knew that he was close to the arch.

call--

He let out a long breath and suppressed his restlessness.

His peripheral vision passed through the middle of the umbrella ribs, and sure enough, a few meters in front of him, the remaining four fire dragon beehives were still firing arrows frantically.

After secretly measuring the distance, Partridge Whistle no longer hesitated. He took a step forward with his right foot. As he twisted his body, a burst of energy suddenly burst out from under him. At the same time, he leaped up, blocking all the arrows that were flying like locusts outside his body.

Simultaneously.

He reached behind him and drew out the sword in a flash.

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Zheng!

A snow-white sword light appeared.

The ancient sword that had killed the Black Sheep King passed through the four beehives without any hindrance. The wooden dragon machine gun shattered to the ground in an instant, and the arrows that had not yet been fired poured out like quicksand.

The originally expanding movement suddenly turned into dead silence.

The only sounds in the entire tomb were the sound of arrows hitting the ground and the whistling of the wind.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle's frown gradually relaxed. He had finally broken the situation and avoided any disaster.

"Well done, big brother!"

"Yang Kui Shou is invincible."

Seeing this scene from afar, Yang Fang took away his umbrella, looked at the old foreigner beside him, then cheered and laughed. He broke the wooden dragon beehive with his own strength. If this happened on an ancient battlefield, he would be invincible.

Feng Sibei's eyes also lit up, and his long beard trembled slightly under his chin, revealing his inner emotions.

This skill alone is rare to see in the world.

No wonder there are only Chen in the South and Yang in the North in the tomb-robbing business nowadays.

It is true that there is no false reputation.

Before he could think too much, two young men had already carried lanterns and were trotting towards the depths of the tomb. He did not dare to delay, so he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his chest, and quickly caught up with them.

He just tried to control two sets of paper armor at the same time, but ended up suffering backlash.

Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured, and he had recovered a little from the breathing during this period. At least he would not delay the trip. Otherwise, if it was because of him, he would not know how to apologize.

"Come on, let's go take a look too."

Chen Yulou greeted Kunlun.

The two men walked through the tomb passage one after the other. The ground along the way was full of arrows, at least eight hundred of them, if not a thousand. He was frightened by the sight. Although Feng Shigu was conceited, it had to be admitted that this man was really cruel.

Six beehives are enough for the battlefield.

Nowadays it is only used to prevent theft.

I really think highly of them.

When they caught up with the crowd, they saw with the help of the lamplight the stone boat coffin in the middle of the tomb. It was more than half a person's height, higher in the front and lower in the back. Over the past few hundred years, the coffin was covered with dust and looked gray.

"Ship coffins are rare."

"Have you forgotten, kid, that among the ten hanging coffins along the Yangtze River, at least two or three are in the shape of boats."

"It seems so. Who cares? Let's open it and see first. What if it's that old man Feng Shigu... Well, Feng Shigu's tomb is a stroke of luck. There's no need to search everywhere."

The two men, who were used to bickering, looked around at the boat coffin.

Yang Fang was so impatient and spoke too quickly that he almost let it slip. Fortunately, he reacted in time and swallowed the word "Xi" back, not forgetting to secretly glance at Feng Sibei.

After all, it seemed a bit too much to say this about the ancestor of the Feng family in front of others, but the latter was unaware of it. He didn't even look at the boat coffin. He just stared at the archway behind him thoughtfully, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old foreigner next to him glared at him fiercely.

Yang Fang knew he was in the wrong and did not dare to refute.

He just took out a claw awkwardly, reached into the gap under the coffin lid and pried it hard. Strangely, this boat coffin was not like the coffins he had seen before, which would have the lid sealed with melted rosin or beeswax. Instead, it moved as soon as he applied a little force.

"Brother Kunlun, and you, stop standing there and come and help me."

Sensing something was wrong.

The old foreigner didn't need his reminder at all. He also took a ruler, walked to the side, inserted the ruler into the pried open gap, pressed hard, and heard a click. The extremely heavy coffin lid instantly moved out a little.

Kunlun on the other side is even more domineering.

He didn't even bother to take out his tools.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the bottom edge of the coffin lid. With a sudden force, he lifted up the coffin lid which weighed several hundred pounds. Yang Fang and the others were amazed.

"clang!"

He walked to the side holding the coffin lid and casually put it down against the stone wall of the tomb. With a dull thud, dust scattered all over the ground.

The others did not dare to be distracted. They immediately took the lantern and moved closer, all looking into the coffin.

only……

The moment you see the bottom of the coffin clearly.

Even Partridge Whistle looked a little strange.

Yang Fang even exclaimed, "Why is it a woman?"

Inside the sarcophagus, a female corpse in burial clothes was lying quietly, with her hands folded on her abdomen and in her arms a lacquered wooden box painted with gold and colors, which looked like a jewelry box.

But no one cared about these things at the moment, everyone just looked incredulous.

He was buried in a sarcophagus with a wooden dragon beehive and numerous mechanisms. It's easy to guess that his identity is definitely not ordinary.

Logically speaking, if he wasn't Feng Shigu, he should at least be the King of Wuyang.

But after opening the coffin, what they saw was a female corpse of unknown origin.

The old foreigner hesitated for a moment before he spoke, "Could it be Madam Feng Shigu?"

"It's hard to say. Looking at her attire, it's not something an ordinary person would be qualified to wear."

Hundreds of years passed.

The female corpse in the coffin not only did not decay, but was just like the ancient corpses they had seen along the way in the black desert. Its body had turned waxy and reflected a strange luster under the light.

In such a humid environment.

A dried corpse appeared.

It's really weird.

"See what's in the box."

Seeing that the two were still arguing about the origin of the female corpse, Partridge Whistle frowned and didn't bother to talk nonsense. He hooked with his claws, and with a flash of cold light, he instantly took out the box from the female corpse's arms.

The box was extremely delicately crafted, with the four sides painted with auspicious symbols such as pine trees, clouds and white cranes.

There is a small copper lock hanging on the side.

Partridge Whistle twisted the lock hard, and with a click, the copper lock broke into two pieces.

See him preparing to open the box.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned over, even Feng Sibei who was standing under the arch.

"Brother, do you want to open the umbrella?"

The old foreigner was infected by the atmosphere, swallowed secretly and asked in a low voice.

The main reason was that he was scared by the wooden dragon beehive before. He was afraid that there might be a trap in the box, and there would be no hidden objects, but instead a crossbow hidden. The moment the box was opened, the mechanism would be triggered. Wouldn’t his brother be in danger then?

"No need."

"Just stand a little further away."

Partridge Whistle shook his head, took half a step away, then snapped his fingers and the lid of the box opened.

However, the expected poisonous smoke, crossbows and other engaging devices did not appear. Instead, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, exactly the same as what was seen in the Guanshan Zanggu Tower before.

He raised his eyebrows and moved closer without hesitation.

Deep inside the huge box.

There are only two artifacts.

An ancient book and a copper key shaped like a bull's horn.