He tried to pull the Purple Water Ripple Sword out of the grave bag, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out. The blade seemed to have been bitten by something.

Ye Gucheng's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his purple eyes were crossed with timidity, and he looked at Ye Luo: "Sister, what can I do about this?" What a deceit! ”

Ye Luo's face was not good-looking, and he said in a deep voice: "What are you still doing with the sword?" Don't you throw away your sword? I'll go back and refine it again for you. ”

"It's not that I don't throw it, it's that this sword sticks to my hand." Ye Gucheng's voice had already begun to tremble, "I can't shake it off at all!" ”

Ye Luo's face became more solemn.

The contents of this grave bag seem to be starting to do something. She saw a thick black qi spreading out from the tomb bag, along the blade of the purple water ripple sword, all the way up, and the light purple sword body was instantly dyed black.

Ye Luo took out the machine gun and pulled the trigger. "Bang bang bang" a few times, interrupting the Purple Water Ripple Sword.

Ye Gucheng was saved.

But the golden tomb bag was beaten to pieces by Ye Luo's gun, and the gilded burial sand splashed everywhere.

Ye Luo secretly said that it was not good, knowing that this time it was really something in the tomb. She subconsciously took a few steps back, her golden eyes staring straight at the grave bag that had cracked a crack in the center. A white, withered hand burst out of the ground along the crack and scratched at the air.

"Ahh It's all your fault for being a stinky boy, you have to dig up the grave, it's good now, it's really a deceitful corpse! ”

Yan Xi was lying on the ground and pretending to sleep, but now that he was disturbed the quiet, he was also furious, and he picked up the hammer and wanted to give Ye Gucheng a blow.

But when he really picked up the hammer, it was not Ye Gucheng who smashed it, but the hand that stretched out from the grave bag, accompanied by the spiritual skill Tianxiang Thunder Explosion.

Who knows, the Tianxiang Thunder Explosion of the three thunderballs was actually crushed by the blue and white hand. Not only that, but another blue and white hand also stretched out from the grave bag and grabbed Yan Xi's thunder hammer, and the cyan hammer was instantly infected by black gas.

That black gas is a kind of poison.

The thunder hammer of the first-order high-grade spiritual weapon was poisoned in an instant, and it became a piece of scrap iron.

Yan Xi's eyes widened in disbelief, his distress was beyond measure, and he roared angrily and fearfully: "You dare to destroy my spiritual weapon?"

"Gollum~"

In response to Yan Xi, there was an oozing cry, like a voice that was obviously not what humans should have.

"Puff"

Two blue and white hands, along the cracks in the grave bag, pulled left and right. The crack widened, and a head came out, followed by the upper body, and the whole body.

It was a middle-aged man.

The body has not been corrupted, the facial features are profound, the eyebrows are thick and the eyes are big, and the appearance looks a little familiar, which is two or three points similar to Nalan Chun. In the pupils of the middle-aged man, what was reflected was the shadow of a Gu worm, the appearance of the Gu was like a toad, and it was golden all over.

This middle-aged man is indeed dead, and he is a Gu in his body, manipulating the corpse.

Ye Luo's scalp was numb.

She could feel that during this middle-aged man's lifetime, his cultivation was definitely above Yunjing Zhenren, the head of the Cloud Nurture Sect, and it was much higher. Because, although it was just a corpse, the coercion released had already made her almost out of breath.

That golden toad was able to manipulate such a powerful corpse, and his own cultivation must be extremely high.

A thought suddenly popped up in Ye Luo's mind - this middle-aged man should not be surnamed Nalan again, he is the ancestor of Nalan Chun.