The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Muchen put his hand on the edge of the coffin.

It felt cold in my hand, as if I had touched ten thousand years of ice.

When the spiritual consciousness penetrates, it is like entering the netherworld, endless.

He raised his hand and lifted up the coffin board.

Inside the coffin lay a corpse.

The corpse was taller than the average person, estimated to be about two and a half meters tall. No wonder it was in such a large coffin.

The corpse was wearing a black robe with a three-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it, which gave it a very imperial look.

Two hands are placed on the chest, holding a stick wrapped in black cloth, which may also be a flag.

The face of the corpse has dried up, with only a piece of skin covering the skull, and the deep eye holes are like two bottomless dry wells leading to the netherworld.

The entire coffin was filled with a misty air of death, as if it contained a coffin of black stagnant water.

This death energy blocked his spiritual consciousness, preventing Li Muchen from exploring the secrets inside the coffin.

To destroy the hub of this ghost formation, violence cannot be used first.

Generally, such tombs have self-destruction devices to prevent tomb robbers. For example, many emperor tombs will pour a large amount of mercury on the top floor of the tomb. Once damaged, the mercury leaks out and the tomb is destroyed.

This tomb may not have a mercury layer, but it must hide a more destructive mechanism. Once triggered, the entire tomb is likely to collapse.

Li Muchen may not be afraid, but besides him, there are three other people here, especially Boss Hou, who doesn't know any martial arts.

Moreover, Li Muchen didn't want this place to be destroyed. This is a rare secret spot of the Demon Cult, and it must contain many secrets.

The Demon Sect is a sect that is passed down to the world after the reincarnation of the demon, and even Shimen Tiandu pays close attention to it.

At the top of Tiandu Peak, one hundred thousand sword immortals formed an array to drive away the demons from outside the territory. The ten thousand sword immortals still exist today.

When the coffin board was opened, the lifeless air like black water slowly rose and soon overflowed from the edge of the coffin.

Li Muchen waited quietly. Only when the death energy in the coffin dissipated could his consciousness understand the situation inside the coffin.

The Heavenly Capital Ling hangs on the dome of the hall, and thousands of Yin spirits are twisting in the golden light, like fish caught in a fishing net at the bottom of the sea.

Although the Tiandu Ling has magical effects and its power remains undiminished even in this extremely yin place, Li Muchen's own mana will continue to be consumed in order to control these tens of thousands of yin spirits.

He looked back and saw Bai Fangxing and Xiao Minghe guarding the entrance of the hall. Although it was a bit difficult, they could barely hold on.

Only Boss Hou stood alone in the main hall, panic-stricken, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Seeing that Bai and Xiao could still hold on, Li Muchen didn't care about them.

At this time, he not only had to control tens of thousands of Yin spirits, he also had to pay attention to the changes in the coffin at all times to prevent accidents.

Logically speaking, the coffin of the leader of the Demon Sect's Black Water Hall cannot be opened that easily.

Time passed bit by bit, and the lifeless energy in the coffin overflowed bit by bit, fell on the stone platform, and then fell from the stone platform to the ground, spreading like a black mist waterfall in the hall.

The black air in the coffin slowly sank, and the body seemed to be floating from the stagnant water. The wrinkled skin on the originally withered face suddenly gained a little moisture and became transparent, as if it were new life. It was densely covered with capillaries as red as spider silk. , as if there is blood flowing.

The Ghost King is resurrected!

Li Muchen frowned.

The leader of the Black Water Hall of the Demon Sect five hundred years ago was by no means a small character with low magical power like Tantai Yu. He was at least innate or above, and maybe even higher.

He wasn't sure what would happen to the thing if it came to life.

We can no longer think about the secrets of the Demon Cult or anything else. We must kill it before it revives.

Li Muchen raised his hand and swung a palm blade, slicing towards the neck of the Ghost King's corpse.

In this place, the power of Tiangang Zhengyang spells is greatly reduced, and the Nine Yin spells may not be effective on this ghost king, so Li Muchen simply did not use spells, but used his hands as blades, similar to martial arts.

But his kung fu is much better than the martial arts masters in the world. He has an innate body, and his physical body has withstood thunder disasters. The tyranny of this physical body alone cannot be matched by ordinary things in the world.

With a loud roar, the thick dark wood coffin was shattered by the force of the palm.

The air of death is like a rainstorm splashing in the west.

But the body of the Ghost King was intact, lying quietly on the stone platform.

At this time, its sunken cheeks have bulged, the skin is tight, and the fine blood vessels look clearer. Through the translucent skin, you can see that the muscles on the cheek are working hard to move the corners of the mouth to outline a smile.

Li Muchen was surprised.

What a powerful body this is? Could it be that this person had reached the level of indestructibility during his lifetime?

At this moment, Boss Hou suddenly heard a scream from behind him.

Li Muchen turned around and saw Boss Hou looking frightened and pointing into the distance.

Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw a coffin standing in a grotto beside the wall of the hall, shaking constantly.

Then there was a bang, and the lid of the coffin fell down.

Clatter, the gold and silver filled inside flowed out like water, making a pleasant sound.

The fear on Boss Hou's face was replaced by excitement.

He had seen many ancient tombs, but he had never seen that tomb with a whole coffin of gold and silver buried in the coffin.

Just now outside, he had imagined that those porcelain jars contained treasures, but they turned out to be corpses, but he didn't expect that the coffins that were supposed to contain corpses actually contained treasures.

This hall is very large, with no less than a hundred coffins like this lined up tightly on the walls.

How much treasure is there!

Then, there was another bang, and the coffin board next to him also fell down.

There was also gold and silver flowing all over the floor.

But Boss Hou could no longer get excited, and his heart was occupied by deep fear.

Because when the gold and silver flowed out, he saw the brown zombie standing in the coffin.

He felt that the zombie seemed to move, and its empty eyes seemed to be staring at him.

There were endless sounds of banging and gold and silver flowing water, and the coffins set up in the rock wall were opened one after another.

The zombie in the first opened coffin took a step forward, swayed twice, and looked unsteady.

After a short pause, he took the second step stiffly and hard.

Then, the second zombie also moved, almost repeating the same movements as the first one.

In a huge underground palace, a hundred zombies were moving slowly, stepping on the gold treasures all over the floor.

Boss Hou was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

It was more exaggerated than any scene in a horror movie he had ever seen.

With trembling hands, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, took two photos, and then started recording a video.

There is no signal here and it is impossible to send the video online. But he still wanted to record it. Even if he died here, he would let future generations know that someone had been here and left precious video data.

Everyone is destined to die, and it is impossible to be more important than Mount Tai. But if you can make a small contribution to the future of archaeology, it is not in vain to work in Panjiayuan for decades.

Boss Hou was so scared that he held up his mobile phone and watched the zombie getting closer and closer on the screen. He finally screamed in fear, turned around and ran away.

But when he turned around, he almost ran into another zombie.

The shriveled and moldy face was almost touching his face, and he saw several unknown bugs crawling out of the zombie's eye sockets and crawling in through the nostrils.