The elephant coffin is not really a coffin, but a huge pictographic bronze vessel.

There is a door under the left front foot of the elephant, and on the door is a lock made of black jade.

The lock has been opened by Yan Huan.

Ling Shang hugged Ye Mu Shen tightly, lit a fire fold, and entered the elephant coffin without hesitation.

Inside the elephant coffin, rows of swords and weapons that have not been eroded by time are lined up on both sides.

These weapons exude a light glow of ivory jade, and the word "Xuanyuan" on the handle of each weapon is faintly visible.

Climbing up from the bottom of the elephant's feet, Ling Shang turned a blind eye to the elite weapons and armor.

Ye Mu Shen did not leave out these ancient weapons.

He became more and more excited, "It is said that Emperor Xuanyuan touched the heavens and the earth with the heart of a saint, and calmed the Quartet with virtue and talent, it seems that the truth is not as glamorous as the legend." Any well-trained soldier with such weapons and armor is bound to become an invincible army. The reason why Xuanyuan Tomb sinks under the black fog is called the Qianlong Cave in feng shui, in fact...... It may also be that the real immortals are unwilling to let the dragon go to sea, make clouds and rain, and even soar to the sky, right? ”

Ling Shang ignored his cynicism and stopped beside a pile of bones of the martyrs in the center of the elephant's belly.

He only hesitated for a moment, and then immediately sealed several of Ye Mu Shen's big points with silver needles to lock his essence.

There is a lot of risk in doing so; In such an environment, blocking air pockets can not only protect people's essence, but also exacerbate the loss of human body temperature.

But Ling Shang had no choice.

This guy is so excited, if he goes on like this, it won't be long before he tosses himself to death.

Ling Shang held his face and covered his lips, channeling his vitality into him little by little.

Ye Mushen passively accepted it, staring at Ling Shangsheng's flaming eyes in a daze.

The thrilling scenes he had experienced with Ling Shang these days swept through his mind.

He took a step back in a panic, stomping on a pile of broken bones.

Ling Shang grabbed his arm and wanted to say something, when he suddenly saw a black dagger in the pile of white bones.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

And how many slaves and supporters behind the creation of a generation of saints have become his martyrs?

Ye Mushen picked up the dagger and looked at it.

He quickly handed the Fallen Night to Ling Shang, "It's so strange, there are blood stains on it. ”

It's really weird.

Falling Nights are bloodthirsty; If it is stained with blood, the blood will be sucked clean by Moyu in an instant.

But there was clearly a blood mark on this dagger, and there was a drop of blood condensed at the sharp blade, which had condensed into ice.

Ling Shang wrapped the dagger in disgust, "You're right—the Codex has already been taken. ”

Ye Mushen was not too surprised by this, and only asked, "The blood on the dagger...... Is it Yanhuan? ”

Ling Shang shook his head, his voice trembling slightly with anger, "It's Liu Shengming." ”

Only the blood of Yanagi will be repelled by the falling night.

"He? How did he get here? Wait a minute...... He arrived here before we did and took the Codex. And then...... He was trapped here, and he met Yan Huan again? ”

Ling Shang did not answer Ye Mushen's speculation.

He couldn't figure it out, the four of them had not seen any signs of anyone else visiting in the past ten days.

How did Yanagi come here?

Is there another way to get to the Xuanyuan Mausoleum?

Also, why did Yan Huan leave the dagger here, but the person disappeared?

……

While confused, Ling Shang saw a few drops of frosted blood on the ground that were easily overlooked.