Chapter 230: The Baby Under Your Feet

The strange python that transformed into a shape suddenly swept the coffin lid with its long tail.

The huge and heavy coffin lid snapped shut.

The thick and long body of the strange python was tightly wrapped around the metal coffin.

Han Bing suddenly shouted, "Get up!"

The strange python wrapped itself around the coffin and rolled on the ground a few times.

Suddenly, countless green fine hairs grew on the body of the strange python, and the fine hairs grew wildly in the wind. Countless fine hairs were glued together in an instant, and two long and wide green wings magically grew. The green wings fluttered on the ground, and the strange python actually soared into the air with the huge metal coffin! The strange python suddenly let out a dragon's roar, and its huge wings flapped a few times, and then disappeared into the darkness not far away.

As soon as the strange python disappeared with the coffin, a heart-rending cry came from the ground: "Your Majesty ......"

Han Bing looked at the ground in horror, his face turned pale, his hand holding the demon sword trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. On the ground, Master Jingxiu's white skeleton moved first, then sat up slowly, and finally stood up well. Even if a person is an omnipotent god, once the original god is destroyed, it will never be resurrected, and it is impossible to resurrect it in a short time. What the hell is going on with this meditation? Master Jingxiu's white skeleton suddenly turned bright red, as if blood was flowing on it. The ice hasn't seen it clearly. Master Jingxiu's body grew in an instant. A milky white monk's robe flew from the darkness and wrapped itself around the naked body of Master Meditation. This master of advanced cultivation has already burst into tears. He stared fiercely at the cold ice, and the words came out of his mouth.

The ice is receding. He couldn't figure out the details of the Master of Silence, and he didn't want to have a conflict. Thirty-six plans, go for the top plan!

Master Jingxiu seemed to see Han Bing's thoughts, and his voice trembled a little: "You...... Can't walk ......."

Han Bing didn't leave, he held the demon sword in his hand tightly, and always guarded the master of Jingxiu. Jing Xiu still stood motionless, he spoke in a trembling voice: "These are the treasures of the Great Zhao Empire, where are you going to take them?" Han Bing didn't speak, he stared intently at Master Jing Xiu's hands. Jing Xiu's hands were thin and long, and his slender and thin fingers were writhing strangely. Han Bing smiled: "I am a subject of the Great Zhao Empire, and of course these treasures must belong to the Great Zhao Empire." Jing Xiu said coldly: "What General Han said from his heart?" Han Bing didn't answer, smiled, and continued: "The Great Zhao Empire is in crisis, these treasures just come in handy, isn't it a pity to be buried in this tomb?" Jing Xiu shook his head and sighed: "Once these treasures leave here, they will bring great disaster to the Great Zhao Empire." Han Bing couldn't help but ask, "Why?" Master Jing Xiu said: "The treasure is moving! Some unscrupulous people will try their best to keep the treasure for themselves." When the time comes, there will be chaos in the world. Han Bing smiled: "I will hide these treasures in a secret place, and no one in the world will know about them." Jing Xiu sneered: "General Han really has a lot of appetite, and he wants to swallow these treasures alone." Han Bing smiled and didn't speak. Jing Xiu suddenly let out a long sigh: "You can take those treasures, but you have to keep the body of the former emperor." Han Bing smiled happily: "The body of the former emperor is also a rare treasure, how can I keep it? What's more, the corpse does not leave the coffin, if I move the body of the former emperor out of the coffin, it will be disrespectful." Master Jingxiu suddenly said sharply: "Do you want to die?" Han Bing smiled: "Could it be that Master will kill me?" Master Jingxiu gritted his teeth, and his white beard, which was more than two feet long, shook violently because of anger: "Since you are obsessed, I have to make an exception to kill." Han Bing paced a few steps, and said in a bit of a weird way: "Master, you are already a dead man, why are you still bluffing here and scaring people?" He didn't wait for a quiet break to speak, and then continued: "I was really scared by you at first, but then I suddenly figured it out. Master Jing Xiu finally calmed down: "What do you understand?" Han Bing looked at Master Jing Xiu's strange twisted fingers, and said coldly: "Seeing your fingers, I suddenly remembered a legendary treasure, the photo ring!" He glanced at Master Jing Xiu's face, and slowly continued: "Legend has it that this photo ring can retain the past sights and sounds, and can be displayed to others anytime and anywhere. "Master Silent does not speak. Han Bing stared at Jing Xiu's face and said word by word: "If I guess correctly, this legendary photo ring is on you!" Master Jing Xiu smiled and said lightly: "I do have a photo ring, and the Jing Xiu you see is indeed an illusion of the past." But there's one thing you don't want to think about?" Han Bing hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" Master Jing Xiu asked lightly: "How can Jing Xiu in the past talk to you now, and still ask and answer." Han Bing's face changed: "Did you know what I was going to say today?Do you have the ability to be an unpredictable prophet?" Jing Xiu seemed to enlighten a primary school student: "Then do you know who has the ability to be an unpredictable prophet?" Han Bing was retreating, his face was already white with fright. Because he knew that only god-level cultivators could know the future. Could it be that this mysterious master of meditation is an all-powerful god?

The ice suddenly swept up, and arrows shot into the darkness. He fled so fast! The thick darkness around him suddenly enveloped him, and in an instant, everything here was swallowed up by the darkness! In the darkness, Master Jing Xiu laughed at himself and muttered to himself: "If I were an omnipotent god, I would have caught you a long time ago, and there is still so much nonsense to talk to you?" In the darkness, Master Jing Xiu slowly sank down, sinking to the endless underground. He always stood still because he was stepping on something under his feet, and this thing was not the photo ring that Han Bing talked about, but a treasure that was ten million times more valuable than the photo ring! Under the dark underground, this advanced master of meditation was crying loudly, he hated himself for not being able to protect the tomb of the former emperor. He controlled his emotions for a moment, and the words were in his mouth again. He recites a mystical scripture that is said to have the singular effect of "raising up the dead, flesh and bones." But this kind of scripture can only be used on others, but not on oneself, if the person who recites the scriptures is used on himself, he will never be destroyed, he will never fall into the netherworld, he will not be reincarnated forever, he will never be reborn, and he will never be reborn, and he is destined to be a lonely ghost in the underworld! Jing Xiu knows this legend, but he is not afraid. For the sake of the former emperor Zhao Xun and the thousands of miles of the Great Zhao Empire, he has put everything personal on the sidelines. It's a pity that he still didn't keep the mausoleum of the former emperor Zhao Xun.

The only thing that made Master Jing Xiu feel relieved was the treasure he stepped on under his feet.

(End of chapter)