The brilliant sunlight fell from the sky, shining in the white coffin without hindrance, and a cloud of mist rose from it, flowing away and changing, and it was very beautiful.

I was short of breath as I looked at the looming figure beneath the mist, and my whole body trembled with excitement.

To my surprise, the figure in the coffin was not tall, it looked only a little more than 1.6 meters, and it looked even more short lying in the two-meter-long white coffin. He wore a cyan silk robe, and the robe was painted with a phoenix bird pattern that had been spreading its wings and flying high, which was still amazing even after thousands of years.

The most striking thing is that this figure also wears a simple bronze mask on its face, which is similar in style to the masks I have seen before, with the same wide mouth and big ears, and two extremely protruding eyeballs, which is the symbol of the god of Tsing Yi.

Because of the mask, I couldn't see the appearance of this figure clearly, but through the skin of his neck exposed outside his clothes and the silver-white hair on his head, I could vaguely tell that this should be an old man. I couldn't help but let out a long breath, the corpse was still preserved after thousands of years, as if it were not for the faint corpse aura surrounding it, maybe I would have thought it was just a sleeping old man.

Is this the founder of the ancient Shu Kingdom, the silkworm Cong clan who is revered as the god of Tsing Yi?

I forcibly resisted the throbbing in my body, stood outside the white coffin and bowed respectfully to this legendary figure, expressing my respect and apologies for him. I am not a grave robber, and for whatever reason, it is not reasonable to disturb an old man who has long since been laid to rest, after all, in terms of etiquette, and I feel that I have a reason to express my inner apologies to him.

"Legend has it that the Silkworm Cong clan was born and eyed, and it is a real natural monster, so it will attract the dislike of the emperor and seal him to the barren land of Shu, but I didn't expect him to show extraordinary ability here and create a huge country. Boy, take off his mask and let me see what the legendary Zongmu looks like? Xue'er floated over and asked with curiosity on her face, she looked like a little girl who was discussing gossip.

My head was full of black lines, and I said, "That's not good, you just tell me what to do next, so that I can activate my bloodline." ”

Xue'er suddenly snorted coldly, pursed her mouth and said: "I haven't seen anyone do this kind of thing, how can I know, even Brother Shengzhi can only barely guess, and the specific method has to be tested and sensed by yourself." ”

I smiled bitterly, this girl is right, this kind of thing can only be known by myself.

I simply closed my eyes and emptied my body and mind to feel the breath of the ancient Shu king in front of me.

The call of the bloodline became stronger and stronger, and a power from the source of life in the body began to gradually revive under the lure of a certain breath.

It's just that every time the germination of that kind of power in the body is about to reach its peak, it is as if there is a transparent barrier blocking it, and it will never be able to climb.

Moreover, in the dark, I seem to feel that there is still a trace of resentment on the body of this silkworm Cong clan. And this resentment doesn't seem to be shallow, I frowned, but I didn't take it to heart, after all, he has been a figure for thousands of years, no matter what happened back then, it is not something that we descendants can control.

I opened my eyes in disappointment, it seems that the method that Chen Shengzhi speculated is really effective, the kind of germination from the origin of life is estimated to be the so-called bloodline power, but the biggest problem now is that it can't make him completely boil, break through all obstacles and let it completely recover.

I told Xue'er this question, she tilted her head and thought about it, and actually said playfully: "I think you are too far away from him, and no matter how great this silkworm Cong clan was in his lifetime, he is just a corpse at the moment, with corpse qi on his body, and the sunlight in this high altitude will naturally be suppressed." I think you should go into this white coffin, cover the coffin lid again, and feel it carefully. ”

My scalp tingled when I heard it, although my guts were not small, but let me stay in the same coffin with a person who had been dead for thousands of years, and I had to feel the breath of it with my heart, as long as I thought about it, I felt that my whole body was covered with layers of small bumps.

And Xue'er seemed to be playful at this time, and she continued to persuade me. In the end, I had no choice but to agree, after all, there was no good way at the moment, so I could only try to see what Xue'er proposed.

I walked to the edge of the platform and picked up the lid of the white coffin that I had overturned, this guy weighed hundreds of pounds, if it weren't for the strength of the dragon on my body, ordinary people might not be able to pick it up.

At this moment, out of the corner of my eye, I happened to see the inside of the coffin lid, and there seemed to be many patterns on it.

Curiosity was suddenly piqued, and I blinked, and leaned my head forward to see what was still painted inside the lid of the coffin.

But when I saw the pattern thoroughly, a cool air rose from my tail vertebrae and rushed down my spine into my mind, and my whole body was cold and creepy.

I swallowed my saliva in horror, and rushed to the white coffin with the coffin lid, and at this moment I didn't care about any etiquette or anything like that, so I directly put my hand into the white coffin, held the arm of the silkworm Cong, and scooped up the big sleeve that covered his palm.

Underneath was a withered and twisted palm, in an extremely twisted claw, and I could see some white stone chips in his long-lost nails.

I turned my head again to look at the thing on the lid of the coffin, where is the carved pattern, it is obviously a scratch that has been picked out of it alive.

An unbelievable and reasonable guess popped up in my mind, this ancient Shu king silkworm Cong clan was actually buried alive in a coffin, and he was buried directly before he died. Only then can the white stone chips in his fingernails and the scratches on the coffin lid be explained.

No wonder I felt that resentment in him just now, this is the indignation left by the unjustly killed man before he died!

Seeing me standing here in a daze, Cher also came over to check on the situation, and I told her my guess. She finally took a deep look at the five fingers twisted together by the Silkworm Cong Clan, and said, "Huh, no matter what happened back then, how he died." None of these things have anything to do with you now, the first thing you have to do is to sense the residual imperial aura on his body to resonate with your bloodline. The rest of the stuff is still put down. ”

I nodded, although I knew that what Xue'er said was correct, but there was still a sense of innate human fear in my heart, and it made people shudder to think that I was staying in a coffin with a person who had died unjustly for thousands of years, even if it was to let me go down and fight that white Jiao again.

I stood where I was, took a few deep breaths, suppressed my nervousness, and then listened to Xue'er's instructions, slowly put my body into the white coffin, and at the same time picked up the coffin lid and closed it from the inside.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked Cher as she floated in mid-air.

Xue'er glanced at me and said, "What do I do when I come in, you can stimulate the blood in your body, don't let Brother Shengzhi down." ”

I sighed and had the audacity to pull the lid of the coffin.

A cacophony of grinding sounded in my ears, and the darkness gradually drove the sun out of my head. I was still thinking of leaving a gap at the end, but just as the coffin lid was about to reach the end, the lid slipped and closed together, making a loud "bang", and suddenly in my eyes, the whole world became dark and dead silence, and a terrifying sense of depression enveloped all around.

As soon as I thought of a dead body lying next to me that had been unjustly killed for thousands of years, my teeth began to tremble, and I could barely retract my mind, wanting to sense the breath of this silkworm Cong clan again.

But just when I closed my eyes......