When the elder surnamed Tang arrived at the ancestral hall of the clan, Mu Chen had already left.

In front of the spiritual throne of the ancestors, Tang Shang was kneeling in front of him, his forehead pressed against the ground. A small stream of blood had already flowed from where the Tang merchant was kneeling to the door.

"Let's go and see how the soup merchant is doing. The elder surnamed Tang said to the people around him. But as a cousin, he didn't mean to check it in person, he just looked around this ancestral hall.

Regarding the stiff fangs, he has coveted them for a long time, but he only knows that Wen Yang is in the ancestral hall, but he doesn't know where it is. Only the three people of the clan surnamed Mu Ye, the patriarch, and the old man of the Xun clan know, and of course, Mu Chen.

"Clan Elder, Brother Tang is awake!"

"Uncle Cousin......" The soup merchant shouted weakly when he saw the visitor.

"Can you see Mu Chen rummaging through things in the ancestral hall here?" the elder surnamed Tang didn't care about his cousin's injury at all, and asked straight to the point.

Tang Shang was slightly stunned, then rubbed his forehead, thought for a moment and replied, "He seems to have been on the beam of the house......"

"Fang Liang?" said the elder surnamed Tang to himself, but his body shook slightly, and he instantly came to the place where Mu Chen was standing before.

Reaching out and touching the place where the heavenly fangs were originally placed, the old man surnamed Tang muttered: "The beam of the house has been the place where the qi gathers in the house since ancient times, and the yin qi of the ancestral hall is naturally the most prosperous in the beam! Eh, why didn't I think of it before! Makino, Makino, I used to think that you kept this thing warm in the ground, but I never thought that it was actually three feet above the beam......

After getting off the beam, the elder surnamed Tang thought of Tang Shang's injury and asked, "Shang'er, how is your health?"

"Uncle Cousin, I hurt my viscera, broke my Achilles tendon, broke my kneecap, and I didn't have a year's work but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. Tang Shang shook his head and said lonely.

"Then I'll go back to recuperate early, and I'll have someone send some elixir later. The elder surnamed Tang said lightly, not showing too much emotion.

"Thank you, Uncle Cousin. Tang Shang gave a salute to the elder of the Tang clan very respectfully, but an imperceptible trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, he even hated his cousin.

"Pass on the order of our clan, Mu Chen, the son of Muye, steal the clan treasure that is nurtured in the ancestral hall, and quickly capture him!

When the elder surnamed Tang gave the order, Mu Chengang carried the sixty-year-old old out of the clan gate and headed towards the depths of the Evil Swamp Forest. On the chest, there was also a large bag of things, wrapped in old cloth, full of bags, I don't know what it was.

"Young Master Mu Chen, let the old man come down and walk by himself. The old man was lying on Mu Chen's back at the moment, his face became more and more pale, and he said weakly.

"Old man, do you really want me to refine you to a stiff life? It is rumored that this pain is not something ordinary people can bear, and besides, I have never practiced stiffness, even if I follow the method on your scroll, it may not be possible......" Mu Chen walked briskly in the dense forest, and said without even taking a breath, as if the old man on his back and the package on his chest were as light as a feather.

"Hehe, Young Master Mu Chen doesn't need to worry. If the old man really swallowed his breath early during the living practice, it would also be a bad kind of creation. The worst outcome is that I can't keep the memory of her. In the future, when the young master shepherded my body to look for her, he just couldn't recognize her. The old man smiled, and there was some bitterness between his smiles.

Because he knew that according to his current physical condition, there was a seventy percent chance that he would take his breath early at the time of live training.

The two chatted all the way, and Mu Chen didn't have the slightest intention of stopping to rest. It wasn't until the tribe was on the edge of a swamp more than ten miles away that it stopped.

The old man lay on Mu Chen's back and looked around, except that there seemed to be traces of a fight around, but he couldn't see anything strange about this place, and couldn't help but wonder why Mu Chen brought himself here to refine the corpse.

Mu Chen looked around and looked around, turned his head, his face was full of solemnity, and asked the old man word by word: "Old man, let me confirm with you again, are you really going to let me refine you to a zombie?"

"Please also ask Young Master Mu Chen to fulfill it!" The old man's eyes were so enthusiastic at the moment, and he looked at Mu Chen very enthusiastically.

"Eh, can the word love really make people put aside life and death? even dare to try such a thing as living and refining into a zombie......" Mu Chen's expression was a little complicated, but he thought like this in his heart.

With a complicated mood, Mu Chen's hands began to slowly form a magic seal, and he said softly: "Heavenly coffin - birth." ”

In the swamp, bubbles gradually appeared, and with the old man's puzzled mood, a jade-colored sarcophagus slowly rose from the swamp.

The old man's eyes became more and more surprised, and it was not until the nine-zhang heavenly coffin hung high above the evil swamp that it did not sink, and then he came back from the shock!

"Shepherd...... Young Master Mu Chen, this ...... This...... It's ......" The suspicious legendary thing in front of him made him stutter as he spoke.

"Yes, it's the Heavenly Coffin. Mu Chen replied lightly.

"This is a heavenly coffin! The old man can actually see the heavenly coffin with his own eyes in this life! With the heavenly coffin, the success rate of refining into a zombie should be much greater! Hahaha......

"No, old man, you think too much......" Mu Chen's words were like a bucket of cold water poured directly on, without any warning at all.

"Uh......" The old man was speechless for a while, and complained in his heart, "Can't you comfort the old man's mood before he died?"

As Mu Chen opened the coffin softly, the lid of the coffin fell from the sarcophagus and floated on the evil swamp. Mu Chenshu pointed at it, and the coffin lid slowly drifted towards the place where the two of them were.

Mu Chen took two steps forward, carried the old man on his back and went on the coffin lid, the magic seal in his hand changed, and the coffin lid carried the two towards the nine-zhang heavenly coffin.

Although according to what Mu Chen said, the heavenly coffin does not seem to increase the chance of becoming stiff, but it is a heavenly coffin, and ordinary people will never see a bite in their lives, so the old man is still quite excited in his heart.

And looking at Mu Chen's appearance, the place where he was stiffened seemed to be in the coffin that day. Inside the coffin, that is the place where the heavens and men used to sleep soundly! The old man was excited but full of curiosity.

Finally, Mu Chen stepped on the heavenly coffin, and after putting the old man down, the magic seal changed, and he said softly: "Seal the coffin!"

As the lid of the coffin slowly closed, the heavenly coffin did not become as dark as imagined. The body of the green jade spirit coffin is made of unknown green jade, exuding a faint blue-green light. The old man swallowed his saliva, his rough palm caressing the smooth coffin wall, with an intoxicated expression.

"This is still the old gentleman with a strong temperament and full of blood in the dungeon before?, how can he become so unbearable when he sees ......the heavenly coffin," Mu Chen pursed his lips.

The coffin shook slightly and began to sink slowly, but the old man was still in a state of intoxication, and he staggered towards the corners of the coffin.

Suddenly, the old man woke up from his intoxicated state, and he found that his hand was not on the wall of the coffin at the moment. I only felt that I was holding a cold thing in my hand, and there was a coldness that went straight to my heart. When I looked closely, it was a big pale hand, and when I looked up, a zombie more than six feet tall was looking at him through the yellow rune paper with its eyes open!