"Drought is everywhere, thousands of miles of red land, drought and lack of water, Luoyang City has been smooth in recent years, it doesn't look like there is a drought, and it's not hot in this road, it can't be a drought!"

"The drought is a metaphor that describes it as having the strength of the daughter of the Yellow Emperor. Chen Xian said with a smile.

"Just go down and take a look!" King Yu took out the big knife on his back, and then walked down the stone stairs of Yongdao.

Chen Xian carried his sword, followed behind the Tamarin King Yu unhurriedly, and walked down step by step.

After walking for about ten minutes, about a thousand meters underground, Yongdao suddenly turned left, and a huge black stone gate appeared in front of him.

The stone gate is as black as graphite, nine zhang long, three zhang high, there are some lines on it, like the lines of some kind of talisman, but it is old for a long time, and it is eroded by corpse qi, and it is no longer recognizable.

"The material of this stone gate seems to be the soul stone of the netherworld, which has the effect of nourishing the soul and fixing the soul, it seems that the one inside wants to be a fellow ghoul practitioner, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with." Chen Xian slammed the head of his sword against Shimen Dao.

The soul stone is hard, and the sword is difficult to hurt, but this stone gate has been eroded so badly that with Chen Xian's smash, the stone chips fall in a row.

"Buzz ......" The big knife in the hand of the Tamarin King Yu made a loud sound, and a knife qi flew out and bombarded the stone gate.

With a loud "boom", the stone gate was torn apart, turning into a pile of gravel and falling to the ground, Chen Xian opened it, and the stone gate should be more than three zhang thick.

The stone door cracked, revealing a burial chamber made entirely of soulstones. The tomb is about 30 zhang long, about 20 zhang wide, about 10 zhang high, and every other zhang, there is a line left by the talisman.

In the middle of the burial chamber was a blood-colored sarcophagus, with ten bright lanterns lit on the side, with three heads and seven feet.

On the four walls of the tomb, there are knots made of white cloth entwined, but they are too corroded by the corpse gas, and the broken skin hangs on the stone wall, which is very eye-catching.

The Tamarin King's body flashed, and he was knocked into the tomb, and lightning rushed towards the blood coffin.

A blood-colored enchantment suddenly rose on the blood coffin, covering the three-foot area around the blood coffin, and the body of the Yu Tamarin King was stopped with a "bang".

Chen Xian also entered the tomb at this time, came to the outside of the blood coffin barrier, and observed carefully.

When Chen Xian opened his eyes and looked at the coffin again, he found that the evil qi above the coffin was condensed, forming the appearance of a demon and a demon. In addition, he also saw that the sarcophagus suppressed the three branches of the earth's qi, and after years of fusion, the blood coffin had been connected with the earth's qi, and the earth's qi was polluted by corpse qi, and what was released was no longer spiritual qi, but corpse qi.

What Chen Xian saw, the Tamarin King Yu also saw, and saw that his long knife swung three times in a row, cutting off the connection between the leylines and the blood coffin.

Without the supply of corpse qi from the leylines, the enchantment around the blood coffin slowly dispersed, revealing the blood coffin with dark golden stripes behind it.

As soon as the enchantment was gone, a bewildering magic sound immediately came, and at the same time, Chen Xian and the Yu Tamarin King felt that the blood in their bodies was about to move, as if they were about to break out of their bodies and fly onto the blood coffin.

"The coffin made by the heart of the man-eating tree that has lived for more than 3,000 years, the owner of this tomb is really powerful, let me see what it looks like. "Yu Tamarin King Road.

After the Tamarin King Yu finished speaking, the long knife cut through the evil qi with a "sigh" and pierced into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

"Drink!" the Tamarin King Yu drank softly, pressed the handle of the knife hard, and with a "snap", the wooden blocks on the coffin board were directly shattered.

"After more than 2,000 years of this coffin, the coffin board and coffin are together with Ruowei, plus the adsorption of corpse qi, I am afraid that it will not be able to be pushed away. Chen Xian went up and knocked on the coffin board, and said after listening to the voice.

"Then just split it in half!" After the Tamarin King Yu flipped the long knife in his hand, he swung the horizontal knife, and the blade slashed along the gap, from small to large.

"Crunch-" In the piercing sound of rubbing, the long knife in the hand of the Tamarin King Yu slashed through the coffin with a spark.

The long knife of the Tamarin King came out of the coffin, and the black and glowing knife body was miserable, emitting bursts of green smoke.

Chen Xian was slightly startled, and his heart was so domineering corpse poison.

The Tamarin King was also shocked, and the immortal yuan in his hand poured into the blade of the knife, and the long knife shook, and the miserable corpse poison attached to the blade was cut into void air by countless fine knife qi.

After destroying the corpse poison on the knife, the Tamarin King raised the knife and took a look, and found that there were many small pits on the knife that were as fine as the eye of a needle, and the sharp but thin blade like a cicada's wings had some openings and curls.

King Yu touched the treasure knife in his hand with some distress, and was about to speak, when the coffin suddenly shook, and streams of miserable corpse poison rushed out from the knife marks.

The power of the corpse poison in the blood coffin, the ghost head treasure knife in the hand of the Yu Tamarin King has already been taught, how dare Chen Xian and the two of them let it get wet, and hurriedly retreated.

With a "boom", the coffin board of the blood coffin flew up directly, slammed into the soul stone on the top of the tomb, and was deeply embedded.

"Bang!" The corpse poison in the coffin spewed out, instantly filling the entire tomb, and Chen Xian and the Yu Tamarin King retreated to the tomb.

The corpse poison seemed to be very sane, and only floated around the bloody coffin in the burial chamber, and did not escape to the outside of the tomb.

A slender snow-white hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin and fell to the coffin wall with a "snap".

Chen Xian looked at the hand, it was fair and slender, like a green girl, but it was a pity that the four or five centimeter-long miserable blue nails were too damaging to the beauty.

Chen Xianzheng sighed, another hand was raised, and it fell on the other side of the coffin wall, and then a human head appeared from the coffin, first hair, then forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, and chin.

To tell the truth, Chen Xian was ready for the person in the coffin to have rotten green hair on his face, which was very scary, and he didn't want the other party's face to be hideous and scary, although there was no blood and he was as pale as paper, but it seemed to be ...... Very handsome.

The man in the coffin straightened up, but did not rush to his feet, his eyes were closed, and he did not seem to have fully awakened.

Zombies, zombies, cold and hard, corpses, corpses also. In other words, zombies are cold corpses with no breathing, no heartbeat, and stiff joints (except for fire-walking zombies with corpse fire on their bodies).

"Brush!" The male corpse in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes with only whites and no pupils, and the cold light from his eyes was like lightning.

"Whoever disturbs my sleep, die!" the male corpse prepared to close one by one, making a very sharp sound, like metal rubbing.

"Little ghost corpse, don't be rampant, hurry up and take refuge, provoke your monkey grandfather, cut off your dog's head with a knife, and help you fly to bliss!"

"Little monkey spirit, dare to speak out and die for this seat!" The male corpse in the coffin screamed, and the poisonous mist in the room rushed towards it, and then the male corpse stood up full of people.

Only then did Chen Xian realize that the man's corpse was slick, and his original clothes could not withstand the baptism of more than 2,000 years, and had turned into ashes. However, the male corpse also had a way, and as soon as his mind moved, the corpse poison in the room turned into a green robe and draped over his body.

The corpse poison was produced by the male corpse, and although it could sell gold and iron, it had no effect on the male corpse.

The male corpse raised his claws and smiled at the Yu Tamarin King Senran: "One claw will crush your monkey head!"

"Cut off your dog's head with a knife!" the Yu Tamarin King roared angrily and rushed forward with his knife.

Chen Xian's right hand darkened to the hilt of the sword, and he pulled out an inch of the sword body.

"Old eight, you stay there, it's just a ghost corpse, I'm enough to clean him up alone!"

Hearing this, Chen Xian put his sword back into its sheath, looked at the male corpse in the coffin with a vigilant face, and was ready to support at any time.

The Tamarin King dragged the big knife obliquely, and walked towards the male corpse step by step, and with each step forward, the breath on his body became stronger.

"Bang!" The male corpse's body did not move, and the whole person flew into a bloody coffin, like a green ghost, rushing towards the Yu Tamarin King.

"Drink!" the Tamarin King waved his sword upward.

"Hey!" the male corpse grabbed with a wave of his claws.

The black sword light and the green claw shadow quickly pierced the air, leaving a long shadow of light and shadow, and they collided with each other.

"Snort-" The slender nails of the male corpse slashed across the knife, and a sparkling sound of rubbing was like a cat scratching glass.

After a blow, the Yu Tamarin King retreated more than ten steps in a row, and the male corpse flew a meter back, and stood on the ground, like a magnet absorbing iron, the old tree was rooted, and it was firmly nailed.