Chapter 222: Hanging coffins on the rock wall!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The dry corpse waved its shriveled arms and slammed it down on the golden Buddha light shield, letting out a crisp muffled snort.

Feng Wanli's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with a slight wave of the blood-colored remnant sword in his hand, it instantly pierced the air, passed through the Buddha light cover condensed by King Kong Fudongming's body, and deeply inserted into the eyebrows of the dried corpse.

"Bang!

The blood sword was inserted into the eyebrows of the dry corpse, but the blood in the dry corpse had long been gone, and it was inserted into the body, but there was no blood flowing out of the body, and its right arm was constantly raised, slapping towards the cover of the Buddha's light condensed in front of him, as if the blood-colored remnant sword inserted in his mind had no effect.

"Also, this beast is out of blood, this is not a blood sword to deal with. ”

Feng Wanli's eyes were slightly cold, his right hand condensed slightly, and small arcs of electricity were like dragons, constantly winding around Feng Wanli's right hand.

"Go!"

Feng Wanli snorted lightly, and a divine thunder in his hand was mixed with a mighty roar, just like a huge dragon, which instantly surged onto the body of the dry corpse.

"Bang!"

With a huge roar, the dark purple thunder was as heavy as Wanjun, directly smashing the dry corpse in front of it, and a familiar system prompt sound slowly sounded in the ear: "Ding Dong! Kill the corpse puppet in the foundation building period and gain 200 points of life energy." ”

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with the monster?"

The corpse puppet's whole body was scorched black, and there was a faint gray-black smoke emitting from all over his body, and a thick foul smell came to his nose, and the Buddha light condensed by King Kong's immovable body could not be stopped.

Feng Wan's face was as usual, he gently patted Ling'er's hair, and comforted: "It's dead, but there are still unclean things here, Ling'er follows me, be careful!"

In the darkness just now, a black shadow lightly touched the body of the corpse puppet, and extinguished the flames condensed by the wind, which is not something that ordinary foundation building stage guys can do.

"Uh-huh!"

Ling'er nodded slightly, and then noticed the orange-red flame in Feng Wanli's hand, and pinched the magic trick slightly with both hands, always ready to help his Feng brother if a monster appeared.

Walking down the narrow aisle paved with bronze floors, in the blink of an eye, you came to a huge black coffin.

"Sting!"

The orange-red flames continued to scorch the oxygen in the air, and the wind shook slightly, and the fireball in his hand instantly stagnated above the coffin.

As the flames shined, the scene inside the pitch-black coffin was revealed.

Pieces of iron the size of thumbs, a few scattered scales, and beyond that, there was nothing useful.

"Nothing to discover, let's keep walking!"

Feng Wanli shook his head slightly, looking quite disappointed, there was a dry corpse in the foundation building period, Feng Wanli thought that there would be at least some useful things in it, how do you know that there are only these scattered things.

"Uh-huh!"

Ling'er nodded, stepped slightly, and looked behind the coffin: "Brother Feng, look, there is Lu Ye in front." ”

"Road?"

Feng Wanli frowned slightly, and the orange-red fireball in his hand was slightly lost, like a galloping meteor, illuminating the entire tomb very transparently, and a two-meter-high and wide bronze door appeared behind the coffin.

"Let's go!"

Feng Wanli gently grabbed Ling'er's left hand and walked towards the bronze door.

"Dah. Click. Da。。。。。。 ”

As the wind left, the sound of water droplets sliding down suddenly continued to sound, and the dry corpse that had been knocked down suddenly trembled, its charred black body slowly got up from the ground while swaying, and its sunken eye sockets like a whirlpool were staring closely at the bronze giant door behind the coffin, and made a sound like the friction of gold and iron: "Break... Enter.... Die!"

For all this, of course, the wind is unknown.

After entering the bronze gate, you will indeed see an incomparably open valley.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Wanli couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is this a chisel of the mountain, but if these are all dug by ordinary people, this amount of work is not small,!"

"Yes!"

Ling'er nodded in great agreement and replied: "If you want to carve out such a large valley in the mountains, it is impossible without tens of thousands of people. ”

Feng Wanli shook his head slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Regardless of this, let's go in first and see what is going on." ”

Stepping into the pitch-black valley, the feet are full of broken rock, and there is not a single plant around, like a dead and silent world, the two of them walked and stopped in the valley, and they did not find the slightest abnormality after searching for a long time.

"Could it be just an empty valley?" Ling'er slowly turned around and couldn't help but ask towards Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli touched his chin: "There must be something we haven't discovered, otherwise how can the corpse puppet outside explain it." ”

Speaking of this, Feng Wanli hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that this is the only way!"

"Sting!"

The sound of flames burning suddenly sounded, and as Feng Wanli took out a series of fire spell talismans, palm-sized orange fireballs condensed in the air.

"Go!"

Feng Wanli looked at the extremely black mountains and rocks around him, and snorted softly.

"Whoa, whoa!"

With the promotion of spiritual power, the fireball pierced the air with a sound, and galloped towards the surrounding rock wall, like a meteor in the air, and the blazing flames burned out, like a large lantern that shone brightly, illuminating the entire valley very transparently.

"Huh!"

Feng Wanli suddenly found that there were sarcophagi more than two meters long in the sky high on the mountain wall, each sarcophagus was close to everything, and a little counting, at least thousands of sarcophagi were in the air.

Looking at the abnormality of the wind, Ling'er on the side said, "The wind... Brother Feng, these sarcophagi won't all have that kind of dried corpse, right?"

"No, it won't!"

Feng Wanli shook his head slightly, and directly interrupted Ling'er's conjecture, thousands of corpse puppets cultivated during the foundation building period, this is too terrifying, it is basically impossible, after all, although there is enough yin qi here, it is still far from enough to refine thousands of corpse puppets cultivated during the foundation building period.

"With the intensity of the yin qi here, a dozen corpse puppets in the foundation building period can be refined at most, and these thousands of sarcophagi can't all be corpse puppets. ”

Feng Wanli smiled slightly, patted Ling'er gently, and comforted her in a low voice.

"Crackling!"

Now that it has been explained, of course Feng Wanli has to prove it with reality, a dark purple Zhengyi Divine Thunder is like a petite python, slowly climbed up Feng Wanli's right arm, and shouted softly: "Go!"

"Whew!"

As soon as Feng Wanli's words fell, the Zhengyi Divine Thunder in front of him instantly blasted towards the nearest sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus is just an ordinary material, how can it resist the Zhengyi Divine Thunder that is comparable to the blow of the foundation monk?

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