I saw Mo Laoha's subordinates, and I didn't know how to touch the mechanism, and a wall slowly slid to one side.

In an instant, hundreds of oil lamps were suddenly lit.

Behind the wall, there was a small altar, and at the top of the altar, there was a snow-white coffin.

This is the real main burial chamber, and on top of this, there is a stone town!

The silky gray-white gas was like cotton wool, slowly flowing throughout the main burial chamber, and a breath that made people want to surrender and worship from the bottom of their hearts rippled out.

I saw the disappearing bronze armored zombie, with a big sword in his hand, kneeling on one knee in front of the altar, with his head down, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Don't move, those gray and white gases are all resentment!"

Mo Laoha's eyes widened, and the expression on his face seemed to be frightened, ecstatic, and indescribably crazy.

There is no need for Mo Laoha to explain, when his subordinates saw the bronze armored zombies, they had already retreated, away from the open wall, one by one.

The old man, who has never been in shape, is now full of seriousness, staring at the coffin on the altar in a daze, muttering in his mouth: "White jade coffin, white jade coffin through the sky......"

What can make Lao Fang so depressed is definitely a great treasure.

I don't know what jade is made of the white jade coffin, the whole body is snow-white and translucent, and the shadows are sufficient, and you can see a slender woman lying inside.

At this moment, the bronze armored zombie kneeling in front of the altar suddenly stood up, the big sword in his hand was raised high, and countless gray-white grievances drilled into the sword, just like a large exhaust fan.

"Quick, stop it! It's that sword, there's something wrong! ”

Lao Fang suddenly pulled my arm and shook it like crazy, as if there was a dog behind him, and if he didn't care about him, he would be bitten.

I also saw that the matter was urgent, and there was no nonsense, so I shot the remaining two spell-breaking talismans directly.

The spell-breaking talisman exploded in the wind, turning into two blue balls of electricity, and smashed into the bronze armored zombie at a rapid speed, and the flickering and jumping electricity spread and flowed on its body, and a stench of burnt flesh and skin came over.

With a howl, the tall body of the bronze armored zombie shook, and continued to raise the big sword in its hand, obviously its sword absorbing resentment was also at the most critical time, and it couldn't move.

Regardless of whether the bronze armor zombie reached a critical time, the blue current jumped and suddenly played a role.

I saw bursts of black smoke coming out of the armor of the bronze zombie, and after a wail, the big guy with a height of more than two meters suddenly collapsed like a collapsed sand castle.

In the cracks in the armor, the yellow-white yellow dragon paste slowly seeped out, and eventually, the bronze armor zombie turned into a very strange "mound".

When there was a loud sound, the big sword fell to the ground, and the gray-white resentment that had just been sucked in sizzled out, and cracks appeared in the sword body, and it was not easy to do anything, and it was completely scattered into pieces.

"It's a pity that a good treasure is ruined like this, it's a pity."

Old Fang Rory muttered a word, and he didn't know if he was pity for the skin of the bronze armored zombie or the broken big sword.

By the way, what about the great sword in the hand of the first zombie? When I was cleaning the battlefield at the stone gate, my mind was not on it, who put away such a big weapon?

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to enter the main burial chamber full of resentment, they saw Zhan Baifeng unload a door-shaped thing from the back of one of Mo Laoha's subordinates.

This thing was thickly wrapped in a thick layer of cloth, and before she could open it, I could guess what it was, and it was clearly another copper-armored zombie's big sword.

Just when I was curious about what Zhan Baifeng was going to do with such a domineering weapon at this time, a chill hit.

I saw that on the altar of the main burial chamber, suddenly there was one more person.

This person was dressed in a black robe, even his head was covered by a hood, and his face was so tightly covered that he couldn't see his appearance clearly at all, and he couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman, whether he was old or young.

"Be careful, someone is going to cut off the beard!"

Mo Laoha's eyes were red, and anyone could see that the hundred and ten pieces of gold and jade that he had just arrived were no different from the white jade coffin on the altar compared to the things made of urine and mud by little children!

If it weren't really clear what would happen if he got into such a strong resentment, I'm afraid Mo Laoha would have rushed to the altar with a sapper shovel.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "I don't know which friend is here, so hiding his head and covering his face, isn't there a familiar person here?"

We don't rob you, we just ask Your Excellency to leave a Wan'er, and our Wanlong will have its own reward in the future! ”

I glanced at Lao Fang strangely, this old guy has always been very slippery, how could he take the initiative to carry grievances for Mo Laoha?

This is special, that white jade coffin, how valuable it is!

The mysterious man on the altar raised his hands above his head, and the fluctuations of mana shocks even shattered and dispersed the resentment floating in the air like cotton wool.

A hoarse voice came from under the hood: "Fang Wanlong's prestige of Boss Fang, I have naturally heard of it, and I also know your identity...... I'm just taking back my own things, not trying to compete with Boss Fang for anything......"

Hearing the jealousy in the mysterious tone, the old man suddenly came to his senses, pointed to the altar and scolded: "Since you know the identity of your grandfather, why do you dare to give me a whole moth?" Get your own stuff back?

Hmph, grandpa, I've lived for more than sixty years, and for the first time I've heard that my own things will be put in someone else's coffin!

According to what you say, grandpa still has a relationship with this coffin, and the contents of the coffin belt are all grandpa and mine! ”

I didn't know what Lao Fang said, and I teased the mysterious man's scales, only to hear his sympathetic sneer: "Fang Wanlong, you are so old, you don't understand the truth of misfortune...... If you care, you're a character, if you don't care...... Your identity is not unkillable! ”

The old man's temper suddenly came up, as if he was scolding the street in the market: "the mud next door to Mahler!" Come on, come on, your Grandpa Fang will stand here today and not leave, you have the ability to kill your Grandpa Fang!

If you can't kill me, you are my good grandson, and your whole family is my good grandson! ”

In the face of the old man's scolding, the mysterious man did not react or say anything, and continued to cast the spell steadily.

The old man scolded twice, and when he saw that the man really didn't care about him anymore, his face changed suddenly, and he turned around and said eagerly: "This thing is not fooled, let's get ready to do it!" The white jade coffin of Tongtian involves a lot, and it is no longer something that money can measure! ”

As he spoke, Lao Fang took out two strange talismans from his arms with red eyes.

Zhan Baifeng, who had finally freed the big sword from the strip of cloth, suddenly spoke: "Wait a little longer...... It's not time yet! ”