The imperial coffin of the Empress Loulan!

The tomb is coming to an end?

The mysterious monk roared, grabbed the door at the end of the hall, and slowly pulled it open.

And the other monks who rushed to the various magic weapons on the shelf also froze at this time, because they knew very well in their hearts that whether it was the emperor's coffin, or the Huangquan ancient bell, or the legendary thing that countless people were frantically looking for, in front of so many terrifying beings, it was impossible for them to grab it.

And in front of them, these supreme magic weapons, magic weapons, and the Emperor's hidden soldiers are the most useful for them, as long as they get one at random, their strength is enough to raise a terrifying level.

Even if you don't use it, selling one piece is enough to get rich overnight.

However, when their hands touched these supreme precious magic weapons, they were shocked to find that those magic weapons were like the most fragile, weathered glass for countless years, and they shattered when they touched it.

Not one, it's the touch, it's all the same!

As long as it is touched, it will inevitably shatter, turn into dull fragments, and scatter them all over the ground, this scene makes all the monks who go to snatch the magic weapon stunned.

"All broken?"

"What's going on?" A monk collapsed.

"I'm a grass and mud horse, isn't this a saint's treasure?" Even the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes were sober, and after they woke up, they regained their mood and struggled to grab one.

"Parallel imports, huh? He Male-Gobi, fake? Scarface couldn't help but scold.

And the big names of the various forces didn't stay on these magic weapons at all, and they also rushed directly to the door at the end of the main hall.

"Millions of years, except for the imperial soldiers, any magic weapon, even if it is the supreme natal magic weapon, will pass away all the laws and spiritual energy, and turn into a wasteland, magic weapons and spiritual weapons, they also have a lifespan, millions of years, enough to be exhausted." A powerful mysterious old man glanced over these magic weapons and said lightly.

Many monks, hearing this, froze quietly.

"What, it's all wasted! How is this possible? All scrapped? Saint weapons, divine weapons of ancient giants, all this is useless? "There was a monk who looked at the magic weapon in front of him that had shocked a holy place, and he almost didn't collapse.

There were also monks who quickly and frantically swept down, trying to find a left behind, as well as the divinity, however, at a glance, he was greatly disappointed, and his face was extremely ugly.

Ye Luo didn't go to see those things, he kept following Prince Meiji not far away, rushing towards the end of the ancient hall, those magic weapons, he was not unmoved, it's just that time is urgent.

Quietly, after everyone despaired of the magic weapon, the beads on Ye Luo's neck shook suddenly, and Ye Luo's eyes couldn't help but look at something that he had just kicked out like a stone lump in the process of running, and no one cared about it.

At the end of the main hall, the heavy, half-hidden bronze door, under the hand of the monk, continued to open.

Through the gap he opened, everyone first felt a cold like snow in winter, and then, from the crack in the door that had just been opened, everyone saw that outside the door, a piece of snow was white, and snowflakes were falling, as if inside the door and outside the door, there were two worlds.

In a snow-white field, everyone saw a lake from a distance, a five-colored tall ancient altar, on the ancient altar, a mouth exuding the ancient coercion, the legendary coffin of the 10,000-year-old Wutong Emperor, standing supremely.

And next to the emperor's coffin, there is a mysterious ancient bell, how tall the ancient bell is, engraved with mysterious symbols, suspended in the air, bursts of avenue laws flowing, making people have a strong sense of worship.

And under the suspended ancient clock, there is a pitch-black box, which I don't know what material it is made of, and it seems to be able to absorb all the light, which is extremely weird.

At this time, on the lake, an existence like a dried corpse, and the mysterious woman, had already stepped down from a white paper boat the size of a canopy boat, and walked towards the emperor's coffin on the five-colored ancient altar.

The Holy Lord who pulled the cart had already said that the existence like a dried corpse was one of the two most mysterious Taoist priests in history, Yuan Tiangang!

The mysterious woman who was barefoot and folded a white paper boat still did not know her identity.

The door slowly pushed open, the gap became bigger and bigger, and there were more and more things that could be seen behind the door, all the eternal secrets, and the things that countless people had to frantically search, were all ahead.

At this moment, even Ye Luo's eyes revealed a touch of heat and shock, and in the next second, Ye Luo took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on Prince Meiji again.

However, a little way through the door,

The person who opened the door suddenly stiffened, and the sound of opening the door stopped abruptly.

At this time, the second monk who rushed over had already arrived, however, the monk who opened the door before, but at the moment when the second monk rushed over, he suddenly pulled out his natal sword, which was extremely abrupt, fierce and sinister, and stabbed directly into the chest of the second monk who had no time to defend at all.

"Thorn-"

The powerful law on the sword worked, and the second monk who rushed over, his heart was directly shattered, his vitality was cut off, his breath stopped, and he didn't even have time to react.

"Liu Chengzhen, what are you doing here?" The other mysterious monks in the back, seeing this scene, couldn't help but shrink their eyes fiercely, he wanted to block the door, impossible, his cultivation was not the highest among all at all.

"Boom—"

He didn't speak at all, after killing one, he directly condensed the battle seal, his eyes were dull, there was no divine light, towards the second monk, frantically attacked, and even, the powerful aftermath affected Ye Luo.

"His sanity is controlled by something, this is soul control technique, everyone works together to suppress him!" There was a powerful old man, who saw the eyes of the monk who pushed the door, and couldn't help but think of something, and his voice was hurried.

Several powerful figures of mysterious forces, hearing the sound of the explosion, they are all powerful people with rich experience, after a short period of doubt, they can naturally see through, they crushed the spirit rune, and directly suppressed the monk who pushed the door.

Several mysterious and powerful figures suppressed, but the other big people did not stop, they directly crushed the talisman of the ancient thief forbidden family with an age of only twelve breaths, burst out of their breath, protected themselves with a powerful breath, and continued to rush out of the door.

Ye Luo's eyes shrank fiercely, what is it, it can actually control a powerful divine soul in the Golden Pill Stage.

"Babble, uncle, there is a soul-controlling beast outside the door, but I'm not afraid of it, rush out of the door, I protect your soul, there seems to be something in the emperor's coffin!" The little fairy bridge beast was in his pocket, he sensed something, and used his secret technique to transmit the sound to Ye Luo.

When Ye Luo heard the sound, he picked up the stone lump on the ground, and without saying a word, he rushed directly towards the door.

(End of chapter)