The stone door opened, and Yang Pojun saw inside clearly.

It's a huge hall.

And in the hall, there are many statues.

Especially these dense statues, they are all bowing inside, and there seems to be a powerful existence inside.

Yang Pojun also walked inside, his gaze following the place where these statues knelt.

In that place, there are three hanging coffins.

Three hanging coffins, suspended in the void.

It didn't rely on anything, it just levitated.

On top of the coffin are stone statues of Egyptian pharaohs, each holding a cane in their hands, exactly like in those movies.

The three hanging coffins are in the shape of the word 'pin', and the top one is much larger, and the obvious level is much stronger.

Yang Pojun's eyes narrowed and said: "The three pharaohs are buried here, everyone, we are going to face the battle next, be careful!" ”

When Yang Pojun spoke, he saw those stone statues kneeling on the ground, and the stone chips on their bodies began to fall off.

It can be seen that those guys used to be human, and their bodies, when they were buried in this place, were as if someone had smeared a layer of lime on their bodies.

It's just that the manager has been precipitated by the years, and now it has turned into stone.

"Boom, boom!"

Those stone statues all walked towards Yang Pojun and them.

The arms of a group of martial arts masters shook, and one by one they held sharp long swords.

"Boom!"

A powerful murderous aura spread from their bodies.

"Click."

And the three hanging coffins in the innermost part and the two hanging coffins below are also opened.

The hanging coffin opened, and a black mist emanated from inside.

Two guys wrapped in white cloth sat up from inside, and on their heads, they wore ancient golden crowns.

The two pharaohs, one of them, said to Yang Pojun and their group: "Kill them all!" ”

Both sides rushed towards each other, and suddenly the sword qi inside was rampant and the sound was booming.

And Yang Pojun stood in the middle of the crowd, not moving at all, his hands were behind his back, the clothes on his body were windless, and his body exuded a grandmaster demeanor.

With the accumulation of time, Yang Pojun fought with the six major forces in the world, he kept improving his strength, and in terms of mood, he never relaxed himself.

Therefore, his temperament is exuded from within.

Yang Pojun looked at the two pharaohs and said, "I have limited time, let the guy above you teach the staff on his body, I can continue to put you to sleep, otherwise, you will disappear from this world." ”

The two pharaohs narrowed their eyes.

"Huh!"

They actually rushed directly to Yang Pojun from the coffin.

A strong oppressive force made the atmosphere in the entire temple solemn.

The air seems to have turned into substance, and the temperature has dropped to minus degrees Celsius.

The biting cold made everyone's bodies tremble.

The palms of the two pharaohs slapped at Yang Pojun's head at the same time.

If it is slapped by their palms, then Yang Pojun will definitely die.

Facing the breath that oppressed the soul, the corners of Yang Pojun's mouth hooked up a smile and said, "Since you are looking for death, then I will send you down to the Yellow Spring!" ”

Yang Pojun stretched out his palm.

"Boom!"

Some of them saw that an invisible air flow enveloped Yang Pojun.

And Yang Pojun's palm directly turned into pure gold!

This was his unicorn arm, and he injected the aura of the dragon god duel into the unicorn arm.

Yang Pojun burst out with a palm and said in a deep voice: "Die!" ”

Yang Pojun's palm collided with the palm of one of the pharaohs.

Bang, the other party's body hit the ground, and when he saw his body, it turned to ashes in an instant.

When the other pharaoh saw this, he turned and ran towards the coffin.

Yang Pojun's eyes narrowed, and he was gloomy.

He stretched out his palm!

Swish!

The nine-turn golden spear appeared in the palm of his hand.

After killing the Eight Sect Masters before, the other party snatched Yang Pojun's things, and naturally he took them back.

Yang Pojun stepped out, his body bowed slightly behind him, and his arm flicked.

"Whew!"

The nine-turn golden spear stabbed at the body of the pharaoh who had just run to the coffin, and saw that his body, as if the glass was shattered, began to fall to the ground.

Two pharaohs were killed in seconds!

From the top coffin, a majestic voice came out.

"Human, you dare to come here, it shows that your identity is not simple, how about we do business?"

Yang Pojun raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that only the strong have the right to speak, if you put forward this suggestion earlier, your subordinates will not die, let's talk about it." ”

The other party said.

"I'll give you the staff you want, but you have to promise me that when you have the strength, how about taking me to our Cleopatra? And I need you to do her a favor. ”

Yang Pojun pondered for a moment and said, "No problem, after all, this Cleopatra's strength is not bad, maybe, she will be useful to me." ”

"Okay."

At this time, from the pharaoh's mausoleum, a staff flew out, this staff was made of golden silk nanmu, and it looked very ordinary.

But only Yang Pojun knows how powerful it is.

Yang Pojun shook the staff in his hand, and he put it in the storage bag and said, "Okay, then share those things under your hands with my group of friends." ”

Everyone saw a lot of gold and silver jewelry flying out of the two coffins.

These things, which seem ordinary, are actually blessed with mana.

I saw a group of people rushing over in a honeycomb and starting to snatch it.

Yang Pojun did not speak for this scene.

The toad stood beside Yang Pojun and said, "Boss, how do you arrange it now?" ”

Yang Pojun looked behind the temple.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the walls and see a dark place.

There were no fingers to be seen in that place, but it was quieter than hell.

In the darkness of the place, an old language was spoken.

"We weren't surprised that you saw this."

Yang Pojun smiled slightly, did not speak, and withdrew his gaze.

Yang Pojun took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, the things have also been snatched, let's go out." ”

Suddenly, Yang Pojun gathered them together.

Then his hands began to pinch in front of him, and an ancient mark was slapped on the ground by Yang Pojun's palm.

Everyone walked up, and they felt empty, and when they reappeared, it was next to the Stone Monument of the Valley of the Kings.

At the very beginning, the rune mark engraved on the wall by Yang Pojun turned out to be the exit.

After Yang Pojun and they left.

An old voice came from the temple: "I didn't expect such a person to come out of Huaxia, it seems that this has something to do with that guy." ”

"Yes, based on the current situation, we should also be involved in this incident!"

(End of chapter)