Soul Haoxuan walked to the other sarcophagus, first pushed open the coffin lid that covered it when the coffin was opened, and then quickly used the ancient sword in his hand to pry open the coffin lid of this sarcophagus, the whole process took less than a minute.

"It's empty too!" Soul Haoxuan glanced at it, and sure enough, as he expected, this sarcophagus was also empty.

After Sanqing listened to Soul Haoxuan's words, his face was not shocked, and he seemed to have been mentally prepared. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then walked towards Soul Haoxuan.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook, the ground was dusty, and small stones kept falling overhead. In front of Sanqing, that is, the gap less than a foot between the two sarcophagi, bulged violently, and then continued to rise, forming a wall almost instantly, completely blocking Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan.

"Xiaoice, Xiaoice!" Sanqing was startled by this sudden scene, first stunned, and then shouted loudly, but did not get any response. So he stretched out his hand and slammed the wall again, his voice was low, and his hand was a little painful, this wall was solid, and the wall was very thick, it seemed that the soul Haoxuan on the other side couldn't hear his voice at all.

Moreover, the entrance to the stone room was isolated on the other side, and this stone room seemed to be already in a closed state, and Sanqing was trapped in it. Unfazed, he began to search the stone chamber carefully, convinced that there must be some hidden mechanism that could help him escape.

On the other side of the stone room, Soul Haoxuan was also shocked by the sudden rise of a wall. But before he could come to his senses, something happened again. The empty sarcophagus beside him, which had just been opened, suddenly emitted a faint green light, followed by a puff of smoke. Soul Haoxuan hurriedly held his breath, but still inhaled a small amount of smoke, this smoke had a faint fragrance, the moment he inhaled, he felt dizzy for a while, and then his vision began to blur. He shook his head slightly, his head was heavy, his legs were a little weak, and after stumbling a few steps, he fell to the ground, his back against the sarcophagus.

Immediately after, in his sight, the stone chamber began to change, and in an instant, the dilapidated stone chamber was transformed into a palace with carved beams and paintings. Hundreds of musicians in the palace, drums are playing in unison, and dozens of palace ladies in the palace are wearing heavy makeup and dancing. In the direction opposite Soul Haoxuan, there was a person sitting on a throne on a high place. This man was dressed in a yellow robe and held a golden cup, but his face was full of sadness. Although he looked at the palace dancing on the palace, he seemed a little absent-minded.

"Yang Guang?" After the confused Soul Haoxuan saw this person, this name immediately appeared in his mind. He was a little surprised, he didn't expect that his joke would come true, and he really let him meet an emperor. This guy is really extremely luxurious, I can't think about it, no, I can't think about it!

Soul Haoxuan was secretly thinking about this, when something suddenly happened in the palace, and a group of warriors with swords broke into the door and surrounded the palace. Then, hundreds of armor soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths.

The drumming in the palace stopped suddenly, and the palace ladies fled one after another. The yellow-robed man on the throne stared at the armor for a long time, without speaking, and finally he shook his head, put the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table, and then stood up violently.

"Let's take it with our hands tied!" someone among the armorers said loudly to the yellow-robed man.

"Will I still have the strength to fight back?" said the yellow-robed man with a sneer, a little helpless, and then left the throne, slowly walked down the steps, and stood in the center of the palace. Without looking at the armor who was not far away, he took off the yellow robe on his body and danced on the palace.

"You!" someone in the armor immediately reacted, and he was about to step forward with his sword, but was stopped by the first one.

"Let him dance, go to the Hades Palace, he won't be able to dance!"

In the following time, the musician and the palace all escaped completely, and above the palace, only the man who took off his yellow robe danced, jerky, but full of sadness. Hundreds of soldiers watched the man's dance, and at first they were like watching a clown dancing beam, crying and laughing. But later, he suddenly became sad, some put away their knives, and some even shed tears, for some reason.

"Is this okay?" Seeing this scene, Soul Haoxuan felt incredulous, and muttered softly.

At the same time, the leader of the armor suddenly raised his knife and shouted at the man who was still immersed in the dance, "Enough!" and strode towards him.

"Isn't it fun?" said the man as he stopped dancing and whispered with a grudge on his face.

"I've skipped the dance, it's time to hit the road!" said the leader of the armor as he walked up to the man and said in a deep voice.

"Give me a good time!" the man didn't look at the other man, and after whispering this, he crossed his legs to the ground.

"Any other last words?" the leader of the armor asked in a deep voice, raising the sword in his hand above his head.

"Well, bury me and the Xiao family together, I'm afraid of loneliness!" Brain looked up and whispered, this time, he didn't call himself me again.

"I can't be the master of this! But at worst, I will sink you to the bottom of the forest canal, and let you guard your only merit, you see!"

"Merit, a thousand years of merit, who can look at it squarely, judge it with a straight heart? Don't do it, hahaha!" After listening to the words of the leader of the armor, the man sat on the ground and laughed loudly, he had never laughed so freely in his life.

"Okay, let's go on the road with peace of mind!" After the leader of the armor said this, his sword fell, and the former emperor fell in a pool of blood, and his body was in a different place.

"Isn't this guy hanged? isn't it Yang Guang?" Seeing this, Soul Haoxuan became more and more puzzled.

In the palace, the armor soldiers put away their swords and prepared to leave, and a person came outside the palace gate, dressed in white clothes, white hats and white shoes, with a three-foot long sword hanging from his waist, and he was in the dust.

"Who are you?" the leader of the armor commanded when he saw this man enter the palace.

"What does it have to do with you?" replied the man in white softly, his face expressionless, and then continued slowly onwards, or rather towards the corpse on the ground.

"Stop!" the leader of the armor said sharply again, and drew his sword, and the armor soldiers behind him also drew the knife that had just been inserted back into its sheath.

"People have already asked you to kill, I don't interfere, can't I collect his body for him?" the man in white stopped and said in a deep voice to the leader of the armor, but it was more like talking to himself. After only a moment's pause, he stepped forward again.

"Take him down!" the leader of the armor commanded, and the armor soldiers behind him rushed forward with their swords and pounced on the man in white.

The man in white never stopped, nor did he look back, but with a flick of his sleeve, the breeze in the palace suddenly rose. None of the soldiers could go any further.

The man in white walked to the corpse, squatted down, and said softly: "It's not that I don't save you, damn it, you are not me!"