Shirley Yang took a few steps forward, looked at it a few times, and then said, "Look at this dress, it should be a princess. It seems that behind this, the tomb of the king is really dedicated."

Hu and Wang Fatzi both had happy faces, but they reluctantly saw the female corpse in front of them quickly melt into the wind, and tens of thousands of moths erupted from their bodies.

Seeing this, Song Xing's brows furrowed slightly, and with a finger, the air in front of the four of them suddenly turned into an invisible wall, and those moths crashed into the wall, bursting and dying one after another, and soon a thick layer was piled up at their feet.

"This is a corpse moth, it contains corpse poison, don't touch their bodies, or you will be infected with corpse poison."

Seeing that Wang Fatzi was curious, Shirley Yang reached out to touch the air wall in front of him, and hurriedly reminded.

Wang Fatzi looked back at Song Xing and asked with a serious face, "Master Song, seriously, are you really not an immortal?"

Song Xing smiled and waved his hand, and the moth corpses on the ground automatically separated, revealing a passage, and Song Xing stepped into the cave like this.

When I entered the inside, I was greeted by a metal coffin, and when I opened the coffin lid and looked at the jewelry inside, I guessed that it was the coffin dedicated to the princess.

"The phoenix coffin is inside, but the corpse is outside, it's strange, could it be that the princess's corpse turned into herself and ran out?" There was something strange about Shirley Young.

After Song Xing looked around, he found that the surroundings were covered with colorful murals, and the content recorded on it was the deeds of the king to remove the mountain demon and descend the people, but in addition, he did not see the coffin of the king.

This is also where Hu and the others felt strange, they inspected a circle, but still did not see the coffin of the king, and they were immediately disappointed.

"No, are we mistaken, the king is not here?" Wang Fatzi was a little disappointed.

Song Xing shook his head and said, "No, we have found the right place, Xianwang and Yun Chenzhu are here."

Without waiting for Wang Fatzi to ask again, a blue light flashed in Song Xing's hand, and then the stone wall under his feet was suddenly cut in half, revealing a corpse sealed inside.

"It's ...... Dedication to the king!

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Looking at the dress of the corpse, Shirley Yang showed a surprised look, and at the same time, she didn't understand why Song Xinghui knew that King Xian was buried in the stone wall at his feet.

"It's not a stone wall, it's a meat mushroom." Song Xing explained, "From the moment I came in, I felt a strong breath of life, covering the death aura here, it seems that the game set up by King Xian back then was very big, and we are in the belly of that monster at the moment."

Before Song Xing finished speaking, the stone wall under his feet was like a cream popsicle, starting to melt from top to bottom, including the gradual rise in temperature, the ground became soft, as if stepping on a puddle of fat.

Seeing this situation, Hu suddenly realized that from beginning to end, they were led by the nose of King Xian to move forward, and everything was in the other party's calculations.

Because this is not a burial chamber made of rock at all, but a huge shell of a fleshy corpse.

Thinking about it this way, even the three coffins and ten lamps all have explanations, especially the 10,000-year-old two-eyed Rouzhi Tai Sui, whose internal body has long been hollowed out to refine and produce the elixir of immortality.

Now, the resurrection of Rouzhi has the ability to devour, and he wants to devour himself and others along with the body of the king.

Seeing that the corpse of the king was about to sink into the body of Rouzhi, Song Xing's fingers flashed again, and he cut off the head of the king with a sword.

"The dust beads are here, there is no value here, let's go."

Although Hu didn't know why Song Xing said that the head of the king was a dust bead, out of trust in him, he still did not hesitate to follow him and leave.

Seeing that Song Xing and the others were leaving, King Xian, who had already merged with Rouzhi, let out a silent roar, and the stone wall suddenly began to collapse and squirm, wanting to squeeze the four of them alive until they died in this tomb.

"I'm going to die!" The fat man let out a frightened cry.

Song Xing chuckled lightly and said, "I can't die."

With that, he raised his arm slightly, made a strange gesture towards his back, and pressed down.

Hu Sanren's eyes flickered, and his eyes seemed to see a raging flame, and in the flames, a crisp sound came out

The sound of screaming.

As the sound of the chirping sounded, the flames in front of Hu's eyes became even stronger, and gradually condensed into a huge golden crow in the air.

The space seemed to be burned by the flames on Jin Wu's body, and Song Xing stood on top of the flames, like a god.

Shirley Yang and Hu lost their color, and even forgot to continue to escape, stopped, and looked at the golden crow in Song Xing's palm that seemed to be able to incinerate everything.

The golden crow slowly fell, and as Song Xing's palm fell, it was obviously an illusory flame, but it brought out a momentum that reigned over the world.

All the attacks from the corpse of the king and the ten thousand years of meat were devoured by the golden crow that stood in front of Song Xing, and those flesh bodies that were enough to easily shatter and devour steel had been burned before they could touch the fire of the golden crow.

Song Xing took another step forward, and the golden crow accompanied by the sound of chirping through the clouds, through the obstacles of the layers of flesh walls, and drilled out of Rouzhi's body.

The illusory flame exploded violently in a violent shaking, making an earth-shattering sound.

The dense flesh wall was directly razed to the ground in this terrifying explosion, and the terrifying shock wave scattered in all directions, seeing that Hu Sansheng was about to be shocked to death, Song Xing's left hand flicked, and a force pressed down the impact of this explosion.

When the shock wave came to the feet of Hu Sanren, it had already turned into a wisp of fresh wind, but in this breeze, the biggest back hand left by King Xian had already accompanied his corpse, turned into ashes, and disappeared.

Wang Fatzi stared blankly at the destroyed tomb, "This is the end?"

Song Xing looked at him and smiled again, "I said, keep you from dying."

Wang Fatzi looked at Song Xing and smacked his tongue and said, "Obediently, I never thought that on the side of Pan Jiayuan, I would actually know such a bullish character as Song Ye."

When the monster appeared just now, he thought he was dead.

"Master Song, are you safe now?"

After getting Song Xing's confirmation, Wang Fatzi was excited to find a few treasures in this tomb, but he was dragged away by Hu Gang.

There are mechanisms everywhere in the tomb of the king, and the tomb is full of weirdness, and if you are not careful, you will be hit, and Hu Ke does not dare to let the fat man mess around here.

He looked at the head of the king in Song Xing's hand and asked, "Master Song, what does this head of the king have to do with the dust bead?"

Song Xingyi pointed at the withered head of King Xian, and under Hu's surprised gaze, the skull cracked, revealing a golden bead inside.

"Dust Beads!" Wang Fatzi shouted in surprise.

Song Xing nodded: "It's the dust bead."

Hu took the dust beads in surprise, and Wang Fatzi and Shirley Yang came around.

"Old Hu, take a look, has the curse disappeared?"

Hu held the dust bead, then looked at the curse on his shoulder, and was shocked to find that the red mark was still on his shoulder.

"How so, didn't we get the dust beads?"

Wang Fatzi was full of puzzlement.

Hu and Shirley Yang also couldn't figure it out, and the literature they found only recorded that the dust beads could lift the curse of the ghost cave, but there was no specific way to lift it.

Fat Wang looked at Song Xing and asked, "Master Song, is this dust bead effective against the curse on your body?"

Song Xing stretched out his palm, and the marks on it were also vividly visible, and there was no sign of half of them being eliminated.

"I don't think it's just a matter of getting this dust bead, it should trigger some kind of opportunity."

After speaking, Song Xing took out the copper coin again and divined a hexagram: "Qiankun is the hexagram, Yin and Yang are the guide, the five elements are the base, and the emperor star shines in the west."

Looking at the hexagram displayed on this copper coin, everyone frowned: "What does this mean?"

Song Xing shook his head and said, "The water is soft, the blade is sharp, the soil is strong and not broken, and the hexagram shows that the fate is in the west."

"The West?" Hu pondered for a while, suddenly turned over and came to the place where the bronze coffin was placed, and after some searching, he found a mural there, and his eyes were staring at the mural.

"The West... In the West, I see, it is no wonder that King Xian has been there."

Wang Fatzi asked, "Old Hu, what's the matter?"

Gone?"

Hu turned his head and said, "According to the ancient Dian literature, King Xian once went to Tibet, and may have obtained the magic left by the demon kingdom there, so he could become the witch king of the ancient Dian kingdom. And this mural is very similar to the mural I saw when I was a soldier in Tibet, and I strayed into the tomb of the ghost mother."

Shirley Yang also reacted: "Are you saying that King Xian got the dust bead in the ghost mother's tomb back then, and if you want to crack the secret of the dust bead, you have to go to Tibet again?"

Song Xing glanced down at the mark on the palm of his hand, and a ghostly light flashed in his eyes: "Where is the tomb of the ghost mother?"

Hu looked at him and said, "Kunlun Mountain."