Chapter 19: Tomb Robbery (3)

It's dark, it's still dark, but the ice feels very comfortable, the air here is fresh, and there is not the slightest hint of staleness.

In the dark, there was a faint fragrance of flowers wafting from nowhere. The floral fragrance is not strong, just faint, faint, with and without for a while!

Han Bing slowly straightened up, and he raised his hand to touch it, but he couldn't touch the top of the tomb. He was sure that he had left the Secret Passage, and possibly even left the Tomb Passage. What is this place?

The fragrance of flowers wafted by, and a melodious bell suddenly rang. The bell seemed to be in the ears of the cold ice, but when he listened carefully, the bell suddenly became far away, and the bell seemed to come from the mountains and valleys, and it seemed to come from the abyss underground. The bell rang far and near, left and right, up and down! No matter how closely Han Bing listened, he could not discern the source of the bell. A faint fragrance wafted through the air. In the darkness, a voice suddenly sounded, although the voice was old, but it was loud and pleasant: "General Han, are you guilty?"

Han Bing trembled: "Who are you?"

The thick darkness suddenly disappeared, and there was light in front of him.

The cold ice froze instantly. In front of him was the Lingjiao Temple, where the presiding master was resting quietly and standing solemnly in front of a huge coffin. His eyebrows were lowered, and his mouth was full of words. In the temple, there is only a huge coffin, and there is only one person resting in front of the coffin! Emperor Zhao Xun held a "sword burial", he was ordered to send the demon sword to Lingjiao Temple, and when he entered Lingjiao Temple, what he saw was the scene just now. However, after the "sword burial", Lingjiao Temple has sunk into the ground with the coffins of Master Jingxiu and Zhao Xun!

What is going on? Could it be a dream? Han Bing rubbed his eyes, and he suddenly saw a sword, and the sword was inserted into the ground, and he couldn't see the length of it. The hilt of the sword was bare, without any retouching. The blade of the sword glowed with a strange red.

Han Bing's eyes lit up, he knew the sword. This sword had appeared countless times in his dreams, and he thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't sleep well! Demon Sword! This is the ancient artifact, the Demon Sword. The cold eyes suddenly became hot, and he stared at the demon sword, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, staring at the fat sheep in the sheepfold.

"When...... When ......" ethereal bell rang again.

Han Bing's hand holding the scabbard was trembling violently, and the scabbard could fly out at any moment. There was a faint sound of thunder in the scabbard, and the sound became clearer and louder. The demon sword inserted in the ground also suddenly shook, as if an invisible hand was drawing the sword. The demon sword stuck in the ground is being pulled up inch by inch...... The scabbard in Han Bing's hand finally flew out of his hand, and at the same time, the demon sword on the ground also rose from the ground.

A red light, followed by a loud "boom", seemed to sound a thunderbolt in mid-air. The red light flashed, and after the roar, there was a crisp sound of "warehouse". After the demon sword was sheathed, it did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air without moving. Han Bing craned his neck and stared closely at the demon sword in mid-air. The demon sword is four or five zhang high from the ground, and it can be caught completely with the martial arts cultivation of cold ice. But he didn't dare to make a quick move. He had long heard that the demon sword was a hoodoo. If you shoot lightly, will it be dangerous? Although he longed for the demon sword, he was afraid of danger. Just when Han Bing was hesitating and hesitating, the demon sword hanging in mid-air suddenly fell, impartially, and landed right on the huge coffin in the temple. The sound of "ding" turned out to be the crisp sound of metal colliding. Unexpectedly, the coffin of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, was actually made of metal, what kind of metal it was, from the appearance, the cold ice could not be seen.

The demon sword fell on the huge coffin, and the huge and heavy coffin lid made a piercing grinding sound.

To his horror, the coffin lid was slowly moving, revealing a wide gap.

Suddenly, a golden light rose from the coffin, and the moment the golden light came out, the demon sword on the coffin lid actually came out of its sheath. A red flash pierced the golden light that rose into the sky.

"Boom ......" shook the mountain with a loud bang, and a terrifying force knocked the ice into a big heel. When he stood up, the demon sword was gone, and the huge coffin lid was slowly closed.

Everything is silent! Master Jing Xiu still stood motionless in front of the coffin, his eyebrows lowered, and his mouth was full of words.

Han Bing looked at it quietly for a long time, and a cruel sneer slowly crept up the corners of his mouth. He walked slowly over like a hunter walking towards a wounded tiger and leopard.

"General Han, are you guilty?" Master Jingxiu's words came again.

Han Bing sneered: "What am I guilty of?"

Quietly said slowly: "Trespassing into the tomb of the former emperor is a capital crime!"

Han Bing snorted coldly and said, "The demon sword is the treasure of the Great Zhao Empire, could it be that the master can't bear to bury it in the ground forever?"

Jing Xiu said lightly: "The demon sword is an ominous thing, and staying in the palace will bring great disaster." ”

Han Bing said: "Legend has it that the demon sword is a hoodoo, and whoever uses it will die." He squinted at Master Jingxiu, and then said coldly, "The first emperor was buried with a sword, and you used the demon sword, but why are you still alive and well?"

Jing Xiu said lightly: "Who said I'm still alive?"

Startled, he stared at Master Jingxiu's face.

Master Jing Xiu lowered his eyebrows and eyes, but he still stood motionless in front of the huge coffin, his white beard more than two feet long had dried up and curled, and had become disheveled.

Han Bing took a few steps forward, and only then did he realize that Master Jingxiu's face was actually gray and black. A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and the ice chilled Lingling. Judging by his face, Master Jingxiu was obviously a dead man. But how can a dead man speak? Master Jing Xiu can not only speak, but also think clearly! This is by no means a spell "phantom sound." What's more, although Master Jingxiu is a superb cultivator, he is only a literary cultivator, not a martial cultivator, and he can't do martial arts at all.

What's going on?

Master Jingxiu let out a long sigh and said slowly: "There must be a cause and effect, and there must be a cause and effect, and the cycle of cause and effect is unpleasant." General Wanghan is good at himself. After he said this, he slowly fell. As soon as he fell, his flesh began to decay rapidly, and in a matter of moments, a skeleton of white bones appeared in front of the cold ice.

Han Bing's face turned pale. Everything here became incredible, and he only felt a tingling in his scalp. Although he was afraid, he could not stop. Han Bing gritted his teeth and turned to walk towards the huge metal coffin.

The huge metal coffin glowed with a cold glow. Han Bing cautiously reached over and gently touched the lid of the coffin with his index and middle fingers. A strange chill spread through his fingertips all over his body in an instant, and Han Bing couldn't help but shiver. This coffin was a hundred times colder than ice. Han Bing's two fingers had lost sensation, and the cold air flowed down his fingertips into his body, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time. Han Bing looked at the huge metal coffin in front of him, and a strange red light burst out of his cold eyes, and he suddenly thought of the heavenly treasure "Cold Crystal Xuantie". Could it be that this huge metal coffin is actually made of cold crystal black iron? Cold crystal black iron is an excellent material for casting artifacts, and even a little bit of cold crystal black iron is a priceless treasure. How much cold crystal dark iron is needed for such a large coffin?

When Han Bing thought about it, he couldn't help but go crazy. He suddenly took off the top-grade spiritual weapon on his body. This superb spiritual weapon defense is a gift from the master of the Divine Turtle to Han Bing, although it is not an artifact, but its defensive ability surpasses that of the artifact demon sword. If weapons are divided according to exclusive abilities, they can be divided into offensive weapons, auxiliary weapons, and defensive weapons. Each type of weapon has its own strengths and weaknesses. The demon sword is an artifact offensive weapon, and the defensive daqi is a superb spiritual weapon defensive weapon. The best spirit weapon defense Dayu is only one step away from the artifact, and it is a defensive weapon, so it is slightly superior to the artifact demon sword in terms of defensive ability.

Han Bing carefully placed the defensive shield on the side of the coffin, he calmed down, took a deep breath, pressed his two hands on the coffin, and pushed forward hard.

The huge coffin lid came loose and made a tooth-aching sound...... The heavy lid of the coffin was finally pushed open.

Han Bing grabbed the defense with one hand and hurriedly retreated, he was worried that there was a hidden weapon in the coffin. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the coffin. Han Bing mustered his courage and crept closer to the coffin.

One step, two steps, three steps...... Ice gently probed over...... In the deep coffin, there was a flickering light and darkness, and in a corner place, there was occasionally a faint red light flashing. With the flash of red light, Han Bing finally saw everything in the coffin.

In the coffin lay a man with his eyes slightly closed, but in his mouth he had a glittering golden bead the size of a duck's egg. This person is Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. It is said that Zhao Xun died of a violent illness and died a tragic death. But now this Zhao Xun lying in the coffin has a peaceful and calm face, as if he is asleep, and there is a touch of blush in the white face of the dead man. The red light in the corner of the coffin flickered again.

Han Bing's eyes lit up, and he finally saw clearly that the red light was the ancient artifact demon sword. The demon sword shrank, but Han Bing still recognized it at a glance.

The mysterious bell rang again out of nowhere, "Dang...... Dangdang ......".

The muscles in the corners of Ice's eyes were throbbing, and he gritted his teeth and flicked it violently, draping the defensive shield over his body. He looked around, and what he saw was exactly the same as the Lingjiao Temple on the ground before. It was all light, but it was pitch black not far away, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. This place is too evil, too incredible, he has never heard of such a strange thing happening in a tomb! Han Bing seemed to feel it, and the thick darkness around him slowly and quietly invaded here silently and unconsciously. If you don't do it now, when will you wait?

Han Bing had already made up his mind, he tightened the defensive shield on his body, jumped into the huge coffin, and jumped into the huge coffin.