In front of the huge black sarcophagus, the literary and artistic young man took a closer look, and then gave Hong Chen a look, one left and one right, holding the edge of the coffin lid with both hands.

Suddenly, the entire sarcophagus shook itself, and a muffled sound came from within.

Both of them were stunned, looked at each other sideways, and before they could speak, the sarcophagus suddenly shook again, and the two of them took a few steps back in unison.

"There seems to be some living creature in there." Hong Chen frowned, just now he pressed the lid of the coffin with both hands, and he could clearly feel that the movement was coming from inside.

The literary and artistic young man didn't answer directly, took two steps forward, walked more than a meter away, looked carefully at the seam of the coffin lid, it was completely sealed, there was no trace of movement, and he shook his head and said: "This tomb is not less than a thousand years, the most likely is the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, even if the thousand-year-old king is eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, the lifespan is enough for a thousand years, and he will be suffocated to death hiding in this coffin." ”

After that, the conversation changed: "It may be a zombie, if it is the owner of the tomb, it really needs to be released..."

The latter words were not said, but Hong Chen understood the meaning, the owner of the tomb was at least a fourth-grade martial artist, even if he became a zombie, his combat effectiveness was not much lower than when he was alive.

"It's already here, if the coffin is not opened, how can it be willing, besides, there seems to be no way out now, maybe the exit is in the coffin, or there is a mechanism in the coffin."

Hearing Hong Chen's words, the literary and artistic youth did not refute, this is also his mind, there is no adventurous spirit, what are you doing underground?

"Then forcibly open the coffin." As soon as the literary and artistic youth gritted his teeth, Hong Chen had no objection, stepped forward, and the two put their hands on the edge of the coffin lid again, and the coffin immediately shook.

"Push!" The literary and artistic youth snorted, and his hand suddenly exerted force, Hong Chen did not hesitate, and the strength of his palm also exploded.

Rumble!

The thick lid of the coffin weighed about a meal, but under the impetus of the power of the two second-rank martial artists, it quickly moved more than half.

At this moment, an extremely terrifying force erupted from inside the coffin.

The faces of the two of them fused almost at the same time, and they were about to retreat subconsciously, but they were still a little late, and they were shocked out by the force.

"Poof!" The literary and artistic youth was already in a bad state, suffered a heavy blow, flew out more than ten meters, and after falling to the ground, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, Hong Chen was much better, and the blood and qi in his body were forcibly suppressed by him.

Then, I saw a person standing up in the coffin, no, it should be said that it was a bloody corpse, wearing gray-black armor, stepping out of the coffin.

Hong Chen got up quickly, and the blood corpse also looked at him, and the next moment, the blood corpse suddenly accelerated, the speed was amazing, a touch of blood light crossed, and instantly came to Hong Chen's body, and grabbed Hong Chen's neck with a palm.

Hong Chen's pupils shrank, a sense of crisis of death enveloped his heart, and he reflexively threw a punch with all his might, striking each other with the palm, and then, he was shaken out by a huge force.

Hong Chen, who was flying in mid-air, let out a muffled snort, a stream of hot blood rushed to his throat, and he opened his mouth to spit out a ball of blood.

And the bloody corpse caught up like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and the literary and artistic youth flashed over, and the Ugin knife was once again held in his hand and slashed down towards the bloody corpse.

The body of the bloody corpse rushed forward and froze, and slapped it with a backhand, the black gold knife slashed at the shoulder of the blood corpse, deeply embedded in more than three inches, and the blood gushed out, and the palm of the blood corpse was imprinted on the chest of the literary youth, the black gold knife took off, and the literary youth flew out upside down.

Hong Chen took advantage of a small gap, stabbed the silver needle in his hand a few times towards his body, broke out a violent momentum, directly crossed the ceiling of the second grade, entered the level of the third grade martial artist, and stopped the blood corpse before chasing the literary youth, and blasted out a powerful punch from Kong Wu.

The blood corpse was also blasted out with a punch, and under the collision of fists and fists, the blood corpse stood still, but Hong Chen was shocked back a few steps, and the literary youth fell to the ground and did not get up, but he looked at this scene and shouted: "Don't touch it hard, the combat power of the blood corpse will not last long." ”

As soon as Hong Chen heard this, Lima changed his tactics, switching from offense to defense, constantly dodging the attacks of the blood corpse again and again, and after about half a minute, sure enough, the combat power of the blood corpse began to decline, the speed slowed down, and the attack power also weakened.

At this time, the bloody corpse suddenly stopped attacking, turned around, and rushed towards the coffin, the literary youth seemed to think of something, and shouted: "Stop him, don't let him go back to the coffin, his energy source is in the coffin." ”

At the same time, he intercepted the route of the bloody corpse and was directly knocked out by the bloody corpse.

However, it was such a moment of delay that Hong Chen rushed to the ground, began to switch from defense to attack, and said loudly: "You go to the coffin and destroy his energy source!" ”

The literary and artistic young man dragged his wounded body and got up, flashed towards the coffin, and the bloody corpse suddenly went berserk, and his combat strength showed signs of rebounding.

A fierce look flashed in Hong Chen's eyes, and the silver needle between his fingers reappeared, quickly piercing into the top of his head, neck, chest, and abdomen.

Rumble!

An even more violent momentum erupted from Hong Chen's body, climbing more than fifty percent, and Hong Chen's punch finally shook the blood corpse back for the first time.

The battle lasted for another ten seconds, Hong Chen had the overall upper hand, the blood corpses were constantly hit, cracks appeared in the armor of the body, and they reached a certain critical point, and with a bang, they exploded!

And with the explosion of the armor, the blood corpse seemed to know that the general trend was gone, and let out a roar, and there was anger, unwillingness, poignancy, and decline in that roar....

In the end, under another round of bombardment by Hong Chen, the head of the bloody corpse exploded into plasma, and several blood holes were pierced through the body, and he fell miserably.

The battle was finally over, Hong Chen was stained with blood, took a few breaths, and stabbed seven or eight silver needles into his body between his fingers, and his face turned pale with the momentum descending step by step.

In a short period of time, he used the hole card method twice and relied on the silver needle puncture point to improve his combat effectiveness, which was a great burden on Hong Chen's body.

After reezing for a while, Hong Chen started to walk towards the coffin, only to see that the bottom of the coffin was actually covered with a sea of red and bright flowers, as if watered with blood, and it was extremely red and demonic.

And the literary and artistic young man stood in the sea of flowers, holding a black box in one hand and a blood-colored crystal in the other, his eyes were at a forty-five degree angle, and his eyes did not blink.

Hong Chen followed his gaze, his expression suddenly condensed, there was the only black and white lotus in the sea of red flowers.

"It's... Yin and Yang Flowers? After a while, Hong Chen was a little uncertain, the literary young man nodded slightly, and inhaled: "That's right, these flowers are the flowers of the other side, and the flowers on the other side have a very small probability of two flowers, and then there is a very small probability that they will mutate into yin and yang children's and mother flowers, which are comparable to earth-level elixirs, which can help martial artists balance the qi of the dantian, and have the opportunity to separate the two strands of yin and yang, which is equivalent to cultivating a double dantian." ”