In the main hall, the flying knife thrown by Lin Huang was like a meteor in the night sky, carrying a dazzling light, passing through all the cracks of the flying knife array, and hitting the coffin.

Boom!

A crisp voice sounded in the hall.

When everyone closes their eyes and welcomes death. But he found that he didn't feel the piercing pain, and the terrifying aura that had been haunting his heart dissipated.

When everyone opened their eyes, they only found that the originally chaotic flying sword array was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The formation is broken?"

"What's going on?"

"It's gone automatically?" Yang Xuangan is joking with us?"

"Hahahaha...... Lao Tzu finally didn't have to die, he picked up another life, Lao Tzu is still that good man!"

......

In the main hall, there were endless voices of doubt and happiness. Except for Lu Han, no one noticed that Lin Huang threw the flying knife.

Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his pale face, although he only threw a flying knife, but observing the trajectory of the flying knife array before had consumed too much of his energy.

If you don't find a gap where the Flying Sword Array will appear at the same time at a certain moment, I'm afraid that everyone here will turn into a pool of blood at this moment.

"It's not a loss!"

Lin Huang coughed twice, but with a hint of a smile on his face, he had just forcibly observed the fourth-level formation, which gave him more insight into the formation, "Perhaps, he will be able to become a second-level formation master soon!"

A second-level formation master, comparable to a martial artist in the Earth Yuan realm!

After repeatedly confirming that the Flying Sword Array had completely disappeared, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that their backs were already covered with cold sweat, and they still had fears in their hearts.

Although the formation was broken, everyone found that the entire fourth layer had been washed by blood. There were more than 100 original people, but now there are less than 50 left.

Less than half!

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts were a little depressed.

This is only the fourth layer of the Tomb of King Wu, if you can enter the third, second, or even first layer, what will you face.

Click!

Click!

Just when everyone in the main hall breathed a sigh of relief and rejoiced in the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, a clicking sound suddenly sounded in the air, mysterious and gloomy, like a giant hammer hitting everyone's hearts.

Lin Huang's complexion changed, and his dark eyes instantly fell on the coffin in the center of the main hall.

The clicking sound came from inside the coffin. The sound of one by one is very rhythmic, like someone moving their muscles and bones, and like the sound of chewing fingers.

Several people who were close to the coffin instantly sat down on the ground in fright, staring at the coffin with wide eyes, their faces trembling, as if they felt that there was a man-eating demon king in the coffin.

Click!

Click!

In the coffin, terrifying voices kept coming.

Lin Huang looked at the coffin again, only to see that the eyes of the giant beast on the coffin had become blood-red, as if they had been awakened and activated, and had become extremely fierce.

Under everyone's attention, the lid of the coffin was grinding little by little......

"Those who enter my tomb will not die well!"

"Those who enter my tomb will not die well!"

......

There was no longer a clicking sound in the coffin, and with the grinding of the coffin, a hoarse and terrifying sound came from inside, like a ghost in the dark night, giggling and crying.

"Those who enter my tomb will not die well!"

The terrifying voice like a devil filled everyone's hearts like a ghost, making everyone's hearts hairy.

Boom!

Knock knock!

The coffin board shook more and more violently, and the moment it opened and closed, the terrifying spiritual power of the Dao Dao swept out, and the cold breath made everyone tremble.

Together with the more than twenty Tian Yuan martial artists in the main hall, they were all full of vigilance.

After the formation lore just passed, everyone's hearts were already full of fear. And the breath pouring out of the coffin was a little more terrifying than the formation just now.

This cast another shadow of death over everyone's hearts.

Bang!

In the main hall, a warrior suddenly pounced on the coffin, and more than 200 catties of flesh fell heavily on the coffin, pressing the coffin board.

Then, another warrior pounced.

Another one!

Only between a few breaths, on the coffin ten feet long and wide, there were more than 20 people. Trying to hold down the coffin board, they were really scared.

Boom......

Knock knock!

However, the coffin board was still shaking.

"Those who enter my tomb will not die well!"

The sound in the coffin still sounded like the cry and laughter of the devil.

Lin Huang felt the breath pouring out of the coffin, and his face was full of palpitations. He could naturally feel that if the things in the coffin came out, no one present would be able to resist it.

"This coffin board can't be pressed!"

Mo Wanfeng on the side frowned.

"In the lower layers, it is impossible to compete with our strength, the most important thing is to protect our own lives," Lin Huang instructed.

Lu Han pursed his lips, "If you can pick up the leak, it will be even better!"

"You kid, why did you enter the tomb of King Wu!"

At this moment, Nan Yunlie walked over, followed by Yun Feifei and the others.

"I want to see what the Martial King looks like, so I'm here!"

Lin Huang stared at Nan Yunlie and said seriously.

"Hmph, don't think that the old man doesn't know what your kid is thinking, I'm afraid it's for the inheritance of Yang Xuangan, but this is all passed on, whether there is or not is not necessarily!"

Nan Yunlie stared at Lin Huang and the three of them, and snorted coldly.

"This tomb of the Martial King is not a place for you to play, if you have the opportunity to go out later, get out of the old man as soon as possible!"

Lin Huang waved his hand helplessly.

Now that he has obtained the Burning Heart Lotus, in this Martial King Tomb, it is naturally important to save his life. But everyone present, who doesn't want to see what is in the tomb of King Wu?

Moreover, Mo Yanyun has not appeared until now, and Lin Huang is becoming more and more worried.

Looking at Lin Huang's perfunctory expression, Yun Feifei on the side snorted coldly twice, her snow-white cheeks with a look of disgust, "Even if you want to gain benefits in the Tomb of King Wu, you don't even look at your own strength! I'm afraid that you don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder!"

Lin Huang frowned, took two steps forward, was only a stone's throw away from Yun Feifei, looked down at this proud woman like a peacock, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said:

"So, you're a qualified cannon fodder?"

Yun Feifei frowned slightly, her eyes were fierce, and she stood on tiptoe at Lin Huang and said, "It's really a little disgusting to look at your hypocritical smile." Why, you still want to beat Miss Ben?"

"How do you know?!"

The smile on Lin Huang's face bloomed, and then he turned cold. With a single kick, Yun Feifei was kicked out, and with a bang, he hit the wall.

"Lin Huang!!"

Yun Feifei roared, got up from the ground in an instant, drew his sword and came towards Lin Huang.

"Stop!"

Nanyun Lie shouted angrily, grabbed the long sword in Yun Feifei's hand, and the braid of his sideburns flew up, revealing domineering in his comics, "This is the Tomb of King Wu, not the Drifting Snow Palace." If you want to be embarrassed, let the old man go back to the Drifting Snow Palace and throw it away!"

"......"

Yun Feifei said angrily.

Lin Huang grinned, looking at Yun Feifei's slightly embarrassed appearance, the smile on his face was even brighter, "Teach you an experience, if someone is within your reach next time, if they don't want to kill you, they will kick you." Because there is no such thing as someone kissing you!"

"Get out!"

Yun Feifei pointed at Lin Huang tremblingly, gritted her teeth and said, her eyes were full of anger.

Nagumo Lie's face was dark, and his head was a little big.

Rumble!

At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly sounded in the hall. A terrifying spiritual power instantly swept through the hall, like a sword storm, extremely powerful.

Lin Huang's face changed, and his gaze fell on the center of the main hall.

I saw that the twenty or thirty people still didn't press the coffin board in the end, and the lid of the bronze ancient coffin exploded directly......

Then a figure stood up from the coffin, and with a move of his arm, he grabbed a warrior and tore it to pieces.

"It's ......"

Lin Huang raised his head and stared at the figure, his face full of consternation.

The figure was a foot tall, without any flesh and skin, only a blood-colored skeleton. However, the skeletons were filled with blood-colored crows, and there were more than 300 of them.

Every raven was alive, flapping its wings and making a terrible cry.

Every time the figure moved, bursts of blood and qi diffused from the body, and in the middle of a punch, even the Tianyuan martial artists in front of them were all crushed into pulp.

And the blood of those who were crushed and killed turned into countless blood spots and merged into the figure, nourishing the three hundred crows in the body, making the crows' screams more and more rampant.

And the power of that figure seemed to be a little stronger.

The faces of everyone in the hall changed drastically.

"It's a corpse golem!"

Lin Huang exclaimed.

The so-called corpse puppet is a monster cultivated by a special and evil means after death. This kind of thing, without soul and without consciousness, only knows killing, endless killing.

Unlike Formation Golems, Corpse Golems cannot be manipulated. There is no other way but to bombard it.

However, the corpse puppet in front of everyone seemed to have the realm of Wuhou.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang's expression was completely solemn, "The corpse puppet who only knows how to kill, has no pain, will not be afraid, its strength is much stronger than that of Wuhou in the same realm!"

Moreover, the corpse puppet in front of him, as long as he sucks blood, will continue to grow stronger.

Looking at the main hall, every time a punch fell, a warrior would be bombarded, and everyone's faces became extremely pale. The words that came from the mouth of the corpse puppet, 'Those who enter my tomb will not die well' are like the death knell of death, beating on everyone's hearts.

The previous fourth-level Flying Sword Formation made it impossible for more than twenty Tian Yuan to compete, and this even more powerful corpse puppet was even more terrifying than ten times......

(End of chapter)