"It cracked and then smashed."

The sloppy old Taoist excitedly.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, waved his giant sword, and smashed it hard on the sarcophagus again.

Dong!

Another blow was smashed out, and the entire sarcophagus shaked violently, and the entire ground was cracking.

The tenacity of the sarcophagus was beyond imagination. It was a bit unimaginable that it was hit by such a giant sword and never exploded.

"Master, isn't there any demon ancestor buried here?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

He felt like he was afraid to continue smashing.

"What kind of demon ancestor? With the old Taoist here, it's useless for anyone to come. Smash it quickly, there must be treasures inside."

The sloppy old Taoist urged him.

Zhang Yuan was speechless, gritted his teeth and smashed it down again.

Anyway, there is an old Taoist here, so I am afraid of hair.

He waved his giant sword and bombarded repeatedly.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

After smashing it again and again, and after more than ten consecutive hits, the light on the surface of the sarcophagus was finally completely shaken open, and a huge crack appeared directly on the lid of the coffin.

With a bang, the entire sarcophagus exploded directly.

A blood light burst out from inside, and the evil spirit rolled, shaking the sky and the earth, sweeping across the entire space.

It was like an eternal troll tore through the cage, or it was like the Shura Blood Emperor who descended to the earth.

boom!

The top of his head instantly turned dark red, and a huge depressing aura enveloped the four fields.

Zhang Yuan's face changed, he grabbed the giant sword and quickly retreated.

The sloppy old Taoist also rushed to the back, his eyes filled with surprise.

However, after the blood light rushed out, it disappeared in an instant.

The world was once again covered by gray fog, and it was blurred, and the evil aura that was like a sea dissipated instantly.

The blood light just now seemed to have never appeared.

A cold and dry body lay in the broken sarcophagus.

I don't move, I don't know how many years have passed since I was dead.

“What’s the situation?”

The sloppy old Taoist looked suspicious and walked forward.

Zhang Yuan also followed.

The dry and cold corpse looks thin and tall, wearing broken armor, and I don’t know how many years have existed, and the exposed skin appears a dark yellow color.

The face looks thin, the eyes are closed, and the hair is full of hair turns like dead grass, which is attached to the skin.

I don’t know if I had an illusion, but looking at the corpse, Zhang Yuan instinctively felt an unknown aura, and goose bumps appeared on his body.

The old Taoist started to groping directly on the body.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan noticed that there were several places on the body, and tiny iron vertebrae were nailed off.

He counted it down and found that there were nine places in total.

It seems to correspond to some special meridians and acupoints.

The sloppy old Taoist grabbed an iron vertebra in the trembling chest and began to pull it up.

"Master, no."

Zhang Yuan's face changed.

The body looked too obscure, and he was worried that he would not get rid of it.

No matter how you look at this corpse, it seems, was deliberately sealed here.

The surface of the previous sarcophagus was obviously covered with a powerful sealing power, and the corpse was also covered with nine iron vertices after being dead for countless years.

These iron vertebrae should also be for sealing and the like.

"Don't worry, the old Taoist is here. Even if he becomes a ghost, the old Taoist is not afraid."

The sloppy old Taoist smiled.

He pulled him out with force, and with a puff, the iron vertebrae pulled him out.

It was dark, about eight or nine inches long, as thick as a finger, and a hideous demon head at the top, with scarlet blood flashing in its eyes, which was extremely strange.

The sloppy old Taoist observed in his hands for a moment and smiled and said, "Good disciple, you are blessed. This is a treasure. Let the master pull it down and give it to you."

Zhang Yuan's heart was tight and he stared at the corpse.

The old Taoist priest is really messy.

He always felt uneasy.

But the old Taoist also made it for him, and he still felt quite warm in his heart when he thought about it.

"Master, just pull two, leave a few for him."

Zhang Yuan said.

The sloppy old Taoist pulled out all nine awls in one breath and said with a smile: "Good baby, good baby, it will be absolutely convenient to use it to smash walnuts in the future. Good apprentice, please accept it quickly."

He threw nine awls into Zhang Yuan's hand.

The tentacles were cold, as if several thousand-year-old pieces of black ice fell into the palm of the palm. The cold smell was colder than the snow-drinking knife.

What exactly is this?

Zhang Yuan was secretly surprised.

It's certainly a kind of treasure.

Although he can't use it, it is absolutely convenient to treat it as a flying knife.

He observed for a moment and said, "Master, let's go quickly. There are still big things waiting for us outside. After going out, my apprentice will find you chicken legs to eat."

The sloppy old Taoist slapped his head and then woke up and said, "Okay, good disciple, let's go now."

He turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a gloomy aura suddenly spread, as if there was an invisible terrible shackle that trapped them instantly. Both of them paused and their hair stood up all over their bodies.

Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Did the breath come from that corpse?
Chapter completed!