Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

The imprint in the void slowly rises, and it actually makes a roar like a dragon's howl!

Yan Rushi spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"The blood dragon ascends to the sky, and all demons are scattered!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Yan Rushi, the ghostly phantom in the sky, exploded with a bang.

However, even so, Yan Rushi didn't relax at all, pointing to the void with both hands, constantly creating extremely weird sigils.

At this time, Fu Kuan had already fallen into a deep pit.

When viewed from above, the height of the deep pit was not exaggerated, but he forgot that it was covered with the power of ghosts and monsters, and the height was far beyond what his heavenly eyes could measure.

If he hadn't used the edge in mid-air just now to slow down the speed of his descent, his two legs would be useless when he landed.

What's even more weird is that when he touched the ground, it didn't seem like he fell on the dirt, but it was more like touching a hard stone slab.

Looking down, there was no mud on the ground at all, but a huge stone painting.

The stone words are endless arms, as if a thousand hands are carrying this big black coffin!

"Thousands carrying coffins!"

When he was up there before, his heavenly eyes didn't notice the condition of the stone slabs on the ground at all, but seeing it now, he couldn't help but gasp.

However, Fu Kuan himself had already experienced so many strange situations, and he had already made some calculations in his heart. Even when he saw the situation in front of him, he could face it calmly.

He didn't pay attention to the situation on the ground. After all, only the contents of the coffin are the most important in the layout of Qiandao's coffin.

Just when Fu Kuan was about to get closer, he suddenly heard the sound of breathing from inside the coffin.

"It won't be another Lan Xiaolin, will it?"

Fu Kuan looked intently, and saw that on the surface of the black coffin, there were extremely strange dragon scales shining with light!

"A black coffin made of black dragon scales? Could it be that there really are real dragons in this world?"

Fu Kuan's face became a little ugly again.

Things like real dragons already existed in mythology. However, after they interpreted the words of Asians and sub-races, it can already be concluded that creatures like dragons should exist.

Even if there are some differences from what is recorded in their books, at least, it should exist.

He kept using this idea to brainwash himself and make himself believe.

Moreover, Asian subracial people are equivalent to the prehistoric civilization of human beings!

In that era, which belonged to the culture of dynasties in history, it was quite normal to have no accurate news or clues.

What's more, this is a world of spiritual revival. Since even ghosts and gods exist, there is something that doesn't exist.

Fu Kuan's face became quite normal, and he was about to reach out to open the coffin.

He predicted that among the four big pits was definitely the formation's eye.

As long as the things in the Sifang black coffin were smashed, the eyes of the formation would naturally be broken, and only then could he break the crisis Zhou Changsheng was in.

But at the moment when he was about to touch the black coffin, a series of extremely strange words appeared on the dragon scales!
These scripts are also Asian subracial languages.

However, the style of writing is more inclined to sacrificial language.

"The black dragon soars in the sky, the ghosts and monsters in all directions are caged in the four fields, the black sky is completely silent, and the Buddha of the Underworld comes to the world!"

Seeing these words engraved on the black scales, Fu Kuan was startled.

"It seems that my guess is correct, the blood sacrifice of Dahetian Wuliang Buddha is here!"

He was now thinking that perhaps Lan Xiaolin's coming here should awaken some of her memories, but in their current situation, there was no chance at all.

Only by solving the formation in front of them can they have any hope of surviving.

As soon as Fu Kuan thought about this, he directly slashed at the black dragon scale with the ghost sword!
All of a sudden, there was only a sound of metal clashing from above the black coffin.

The moment he heard this voice, even Fu Kuan was taken aback!
I saw that he almost used [-]% of his strength for a slash without leaving even the slightest trace on the black scales.

"It's no wonder that the rumored dragon scale armor has an extremely powerful defensive ability. Now it seems that it is as expected."

He looked up, his pupils shrunk, and immediately concentrated all his power on the ghost sword.

The crimson light immediately enveloped the surroundings!

The ghost sword is like a flaming pillar of fire, capable of engulfing the black coffin at any time.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan was not in a hurry, but cut his index finger, and the blood immediately dripped on the blade.

In an instant, the blade of the sword was like a fire-breathing dragon, and the light of the sword soared!
"I don't believe it, you can still block this move!"

While speaking, his long sword directly blasted towards the coffin like flowing fire.

Amidst the rumble of drinking, there was only a burst of unspeakable violent coercion born from the collision!
Fu Kuan was hit by this berserk force so hard that he couldn't breathe, he flew backwards and crashed into the dirt wall.

At the same time, he looked intently, and saw an extremely strange crack appearing on the coffin.

This crack is not straight, but like lightning, extremely distorted, with many cracks.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan immediately realized that his slash probably didn't have the slightest effect, and what split the coffin boards was the impact force, the brute force of pressing down!

However, no matter what, the coffin board in front of him has slowly cracked open.

Fu Kuan was on guard, even though there were only cracks, he could already sense an extremely powerful ghost aura from inside.

Ding!
At this moment, there was an extremely piercing beep from the system!

Seeing this, Fu Kuan quickly covered his head.

"Grandma, scare me to death, what are you doing!"

Fu Kuan pointed at the system and cursed in his mental world.

"It is detected that an S-level ghost is about to appear, please leave the host immediately!"

"Notify me now, is there still time?"

Although Fu Kuan was ready to face the ghosts, he couldn't help but take a deep breath when he heard that the ghosts inside were S-level existences.

With his current ability, he can still deal with A-level ghosts. If it is S-level, it may be a bit difficult.

However, they are a team now, and there is still Lan Xiaolin who is extremely powerful and has not been developed, they must have a chance to fight!
Fu Kuan looked intently, and saw a red glow suddenly flashed in the black coffin, and a whirlpool-like eye looked at him from the crack in the coffin!
For a moment, Fu Kuan felt his back go cold.

An indescribable fear, like a frosty wind, came straight to the head.

The back of his neck felt cold, and immediately after, the coffin cover cracked open, and there was only a very well-wrapped thing inside, like a mummy!