"Old fellow, don't run!"

Ye Luo yelled at Li Jiuyin's back and fled, and then burst out laughing.

"Boy, don't laugh! Without further ado, let's go in!" The voice of the sword spirit "Lao Mo" echoed in Ye Luozhihai.

"Old Mo, can you do it? You also heard it, just now someone said that next to Sikong Fu's corpse, there are four half-moon realm puppet warriors guarding it, you asked me to go there to look for treasures, in case things mess up, my little life will be over! I'm still young, I don't want to die so early," Ye Luo replied.

"Nonsense, when will my old Mo stop working?" Lao Mo snorted and said, "Sue you, the reason why those puppet warriors will attack you intruders is because they can sense the martial arts aura and true yuan fluctuations on your body. I have a way to hide the martial aura and true yuan fluctuations for you, so that you can get close to Sikong Fu's corpse coffin and get his relics!"

As a martial artist, Ye Luo naturally knew that when his strength was raised to a certain level, he would be able to restrain the martial artist's aura and true yuan fluctuations on his body, but it was extremely difficult to completely cover the aura fluctuations on his body, like an ordinary person.

And the puppet warriors' induction is extremely sensitive, as long as they catch the slightest breath fluctuation, they will not hesitate to launch the most powerful attack, before the four major sect disciples all have their breath released, the true yuan protects the body, and the puppet warrior's attack on them naturally becomes more crazy.

At this point, because everyone was struggling to fight for Sikong Nu's relict treasure, no one calmed down to think about it at all, but was thought of by the sword spirit Lao Mo, so Lao Mo secretly communicated with Ye Luo just now, asking him not to leave in a hurry, and after the others left, he would go to Sikong Nu's corpse coffin to have a look.

"What if this big tomb collapses suddenly?" Ye Luo looked up at the top of his head and said, "I, a little martial artist of the Seven Star Realm, can't bear it, I have to die!"

"The sky is falling, and I Lao Mo is on top of it! Hurry up and go, I hate my mother-in-law the most!" Lao Mo urged urgently.

"Okay! Dead is dead!"

Ye Luo gritted his teeth, held the broken knife, and rushed towards the passage due east.

The secret room at the end of the passage was much larger than the other secret rooms, and there were several corpses lying on the ground, all of them were disciples of the four major forces, and none of them were complete, which showed how fierce the battle was at that time.

Strange to say, the whole tomb was shaking at this time, but this secret room, as if cut off from the outside world, became calm.

In the middle of the secret room, there is a long white jade corpse coffin, the corpse coffin is crystal clear, and you can see a middle-aged man with a peaceful face lying in it from a distance.

Although the middle-aged man was lifeless, he still looked lifelike, he was wearing a shirt woven of silver silk, his eyebrows were like swords, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his skin was fair.

The four corners of the corpse coffin guarded the four half-moon realm puppet warriors, whose strength was comparable to that of the "big one", Ye Luo's eyes lit up, and he only hated that his divine thoughts were not strong enough, otherwise he would definitely take all these four puppet warriors as his own and protect himself, but unfortunately he didn't have that ability for the time being.

"The person in the jade coffin must be angry. It is said that he has been dead for hundreds of years, and it is incredible that his body is so well preserved!"

Ye Luo stood at the entrance of the secret room, looking at the body of Sikong Nu in the coffin from a distance, and sighed with emotion, thinking that this Sikong Nu was also a masterpiece of a generation in the past, a dignified peak powerhouse in the Full Moon Realm, but he didn't expect that for hundreds of years after his death, he had been remembered for the treasure, and finally found the place where the corpse was buried today.

"In terms of age and strength, I should call you a senior. Sikong seniors rest assured, I, Ye Luo, are here just to hunt for treasures, and I will never touch your corpse and bring you peace. ”

At this moment, the aura fluctuations on Ye Luo's body had been completely covered by the sword spirit old spirit with a secret method, and he looked like an ordinary person without any strength, he tried to take a few steps forward, and saw that the four puppet warriors guarding the white jade corpse coffin were motionless, and his heart was settled.

He held his breath and walked lightly towards the white jade sarcophagus, for fear that he would alarm those puppet warriors who did not make a move, and as soon as they made a move, they would break the earth, and it was not a long distance, but he walked for nearly a hundred breaths, and finally stood next to the white jade sarcophagus, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The white jade corpse coffin was sealed, and when he looked at it from the outside, he couldn't find a single gap, and when he looked into the coffin, Sikong Nu's body and body were full of elixirs specially designed to prevent the corpse from rotting, and there was nothing else.

Looking at the rest of the secret room, it was also empty, thinking that there had been a fierce battle here just now, and thinking that even if there was any treasure, it should have been snatched away by the disciples of other forces.

"It's supposed to be late......"

Ye Luo couldn't help but be a little disappointed, sighed lightly, and was about to exit the secret room, when suddenly Lao Mo's voice came: "Boy, don't be busy walking yet, I feel a residual divine thought awakening...... Well, it should be the remnants of Sikong Fury......"

"The remnants of the divine thoughts, are you kidding, old Mo, what kind of martial arts divine thoughts can be preserved for hundreds of years...... Ye Luo said with a smile.

Lao Mo snorted: "You know a fart! Under some specific conditions, it is possible for a martial artist's divine thoughts to be preserved for thousands of years! The more powerful the martial artist, the more likely this is possible!"

"Don't believe it!"

"Stinky boy, do you dare not believe the words of my great sword spirit Lao Mo? I'm so angry! I'm too lazy to bird you! Huh?"

At the end of the sword spirit Lao Mo, he let out a shock, and then Ye Luo found that a fist-sized white ball of light appeared in the sea of Sikong Fuzhi in the sarcophagus, and the white ball of light penetrated the sarcophagus and suspended a foot above the jade coffin, gradually transforming a person's image in Ye Luo's stunned gaze.

The image is a middle-aged man, dressed in silver, with a handsome face and a long body.

"This ......"

Where had Ye Luo seen such a strange scene, he was dumbfounded, and the whole person stayed there, and then found that Sikong Nu's figure was stored in an illusory form, as if he had seen it in a dream, and then thought of Lao Mo's "residual divine thoughts" just now, and guessed that the image in front of him might be transformed by Sikong Nu's divine thoughts.

"Alas......"

Sikong Nu's illusion quietly looked at Ye Luo, who was standing in front of the jade coffin, and couldn't tell what the expression was, and only after a while did he let out a long sigh and said, "Sure enough, as I expected before I died, after I died, someone would definitely beat me up for my relict idea, so that I couldn't be at peace......"

Ye Luo didn't know if Sikong Fu's remnant divine thoughts had attack power, and hurriedly said: "Senior, it's none of my business, I was chased and killed by someone, and I fled all the way here......!

He said this a little weakly, although he just entered the bottom of the lake, he was to avoid the pursuit of Leng Wuxi, but this time the others left one after another, but he turned back alone, and he came to the relics of Sikong Fu.

Fortunately, he is thick-skinned enough, and when he said this, his expression was serious, and he couldn't see any different colors at all.

"It's just a Seven Star Realm martial artist, it's too weak......" Sikong Nu in the illusory state seemed to have a disappointed expression on his face, and then said lightly: "But you can enter here, it can be regarded as a kind of fate...... Now, you can ask me for a condition, such as asking me for elixirs, mystical techniques, and so on, and I will try my best to satisfy you! Then, you have to do one thing for me......

"Doing something for you?" Ye Luo heard this, waved his hand again and again, and said, "I don't want your things, and I won't do things for you, I ...... I'll leave ...... now."

Just kidding, what the peak martial artist of the Full Moon Realm let him do, would it be an easy task? It's okay to do it, but if it can't be done, wouldn't it be a failure? Owed a favor to a dead man, Ye Luo felt cold when he thought about it.