Chapter 62

"Mu'er, where is the water? I'm tired and thirsty again, and I don't have the strength to move forward. ”

After saying that, he sat on top of the hot sand, "Ahhh

Muttering that I was in a bad mood, I had walked into the desert for a few days and nights, except for sand and sand, and the endless sea of sand made people despair.

"Alas, there is another sandstorm blowing, and it will never end!"

Immediately urged the spiritual power to resist the ravages of the wind and sand, because it consumed too much spiritual power, it could only last for a while, and he let the wind and sand lap his body.

Ahem, the nostrils in his mouth were full of grains of sand, which made Long Yuan miserable, and he could only silently endure the harsh desert environment and the frequent wind and sand

A whirlpool-like whirlwind sand flowed rapidly, quickly spreading towards Longyuan, the huge whirlpool that covered the sky became bigger and bigger, the sand around the diameter of more than ten meters was swept in, a dark hole mouth emerged from the sand depression, the gloomy corpse rot gas was permeated from the hole of the cave, a bronze coffin was faintly seen lying quietly inside, the remaining tomb wall was hung with spider silk, and an evil strange wind sneered

Long Yuan felt as if his legs were tied to a heavy stone, and he walked with difficulty in the desert, not realizing that danger was quietly coming.

A dull sound of falling to the ground came from the ground, Long Yuan's whole person fell down in a large shape, he stood up slowly, shook off the sand particles covered on his body, raised his head and looked up, and streams of quicksand slipped from above and fell into this dark cave, the drop was as high as dozens of meters, and the sand particles poured down like water and fell into this deep cave

Long Yuan's whole body was numb under the swishing evil wind, and the whole person was in a period of high tension, his chapped lips licked from time to time, and some broken murals came into view, because he didn't know how many years of wind and sand erosion murals could not see the content, only some thick stripes were printed on it, which looked extremely weird.

Long Yuan rubbed his nose and looked at the strange cave in front of him with curiosity, wanting to find out

A ray of light rippled from the center of his eyebrows, causing a faint light to appear in the pitch-black cavern where he couldn't see his fingers.

With the help of the light emanating from the center of his eyebrows, Long Yuan bravely walked along the stone wall carefully, every step was extra careful, and after about ten minutes, he came to the tomb, a bronze coffin on which a golden dragon and golden phoenix hovered on it, vividly showing the noble identity of the master before his death.

Seven huge stone pillars support the structure of the entire tomb, the arrangement is a little strange and strange, like the Big Dipper in the sky, and the black spells are densely carved on the seven stone pillars, ancient and obscure, as if protecting something

Long Yuan nervously held the hand of the Zhantian Sword, sweating constantly, although he hadn't drunk water for several days, he was still shocked by such a strange sight.

Walking cautiously, he felt as if his feet were separated by something, and the sharp objects were stepped on by himself, and after a while, Long Yuan suddenly felt that his hairs stood up, and he was nervous and didn't dare to breathe, so he slowly moved his feet and picked up the sharp objects that he stepped on with his hands, and a human head with skin and flesh was lifted.

"Mom!" Long Yuan screamed, feeling that his whole body was frightened and delirious, although he had killed countless spirit beasts, he was still deeply afraid of this human head with deep eye sockets, and his heart was beating faster.

Sitting on the ground, he threw the head he picked up a few meters away, and it took his mind to recover from his fear

A puff of cyan smoke poured out of the bronze coffin, filling the entire burial chamber, the slightest strange wind blowing the white hair of the young man's shawl, the coffin lid creaked and opened on its own, and the strong smell of rotting corpses came to the face, and the disgusting smell spread through the deep cavern

Long Yuan stared blankly at the strange scene happening in front of him, and he couldn't deny wanting to escape from the present, but he suddenly didn't listen to the call on his feet, and his whole body couldn't move as if he had been immobilized.

The Zhantian Sword in his hand also fell, and with a bang, a metal crash came from the ground, and the cyan smoke gushing out of the bronze coffin swirled around the sword body, tightly binding the Zhantian Sword.

A shriveled corpse with ancient vicissitudes jumped up from the bronze coffin, and after getting up, the bronze coffin shook violently, and the incantations engraved on the seven huge stone pillars around it emitted a dazzling blue light, and the deep and dark cave suddenly became bright, and the cyan smoke gushing out of the bronze coffin and the incantations of the seven stone pillars together formed a dense picture, hovering over the dry corpse that had been dead for I don't know how many years!

It's just that there is a missing head on the dry corpse, and a big bowl scar on the neck looks like it's oozing, and a powerful spiritual power bursts out from that figure into the shriveled corpse, the cloak is worn and tattered, there are a few scales remaining on the cyan armor, and the treasure knife in his hand still exudes a fierce momentum, it is an extraordinary spiritual weapon, and it is estimated that it is only one step away from the artifact at the peak of the superlative

All kinds of weirdness made Long Yuan's mind uncertain, and more and more fear enveloped him, seeing that the dry corpse had no intention of doing anything, a hanging heart finally let go.

Suddenly, the cyan smoke surrounding his body developed, and he fixed himself deadly, and what happened next was beyond Long Yuan's imagination.

The dried corpse actually walked on its own, as tall as an iron tower, and every step made a deafening sound, shaking that no sand particles fell above the tomb, and slowly walked towards Long Yuan step by step.

Long Yuan struggled desperately, trying to break free from the cyan smoke, but to no avail.

The shriveled palms of his palms, which only had six fingers, pinched Long Yuan's neck, Long Yuan only felt that the sky was spinning, the roots of his ears were red, he was out of breath, his eyes were bloodshot, and a trace of consciousness gradually became unclear and he passed out.

The red blood at the corner of his mouth dripped on the Zhan Tian Sword, and a scorching flame surged out from the Zhan Tian Sword, evaporating the cyan smoke that bound it, forcing the dry corpse back, and an ancient sentence with vicissitudes of life came out from the head of the person who was thrown out by Long Yuan just now.

"Emperor Yan, you and I used to work together to kill the enemy, and now this kid dares to throw my head out, which can be described as a great disrespect, you still protect him, what do you mean!"

"Back then, I was strewn here, but I didn't expect to be known by the men of the giant spirit god, who came to destroy my life, cut off my Daogen to prevent me from resurrecting in the next era, and I escaped by cutting off my arm with a dragon slaying knife, and I was cut off my head after a hundred epochs of repair without the power of time, and I was buried here"

"I miss my Xingtian! I have been proud of my life, but I ended up so miserable after death, and now the energy in the remnants of the zài king's sword diagram is sober for a while, so I can't tolerate this kid actually throwing my head away as a plaything, it is simply a blasphemy of my six-fingered holy dragon emperor - the prestige of Xingtian!"

"Don't deceive people too much, Emperor Yan, I know that you are the strongest among the three of you, but this kid must die today, otherwise I won't be blind to death!"