Chapter 310! The Tomb Master Appears

The moment the bronze coffin was unveiled, a sinister aura filled the room, the atmosphere inside the main tomb plummeted, and the torches shook violently.

The people who were about to turn around and leave, their bodies stiffened and stayed in place, not that they wanted to stay, but the blood in their bodies was like condensation, and the coldness shrouded them, as if they were deep in an extremely cold environment, and their torsos and blood were frozen.

If Daoist Master Golden Lotus was cat-bodied, he would have blown up by now.

Clunk!

Behind them came the loud sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground, and at the same time, the people with their backs to the high platform saw the steps below, the armor-covered dry corpse guards, twisting their necks in unison, turning one hundred and eighty degrees against their bone structure, and twisting their faces squarely to their backs, gazing at the people in a wordless manner.

This scene was too frightening and bizarre, and a huge fear exploded within, as the grave robbers of the Houtu Gang revealed expressions of extreme horror.

Click here ……..

Xu Qi’an heard the sound of bones popping beans not far from his side, and the armored men standing at the corners of the high platform revived.

He slowly rolled his eyes to see the expressions of his companions.

Chu Yuanjian’s eyes widened slightly, bean-sized beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead, and the longsword on his back trembled a few times every now and then, as if it wanted to be sheathed, but it was suppressed by an invisible force.

Master Hengyuan’s facial muscles twitched and his chewing muscles bulged, riveted to break through the suppression of the invisible force and regain his free body.

The Golden Lotus Taoist Master’s chest was heaving together, as if he was doing some sort of exhalation, he was the most calm and collected, but there was a look of determination in his eyes.

Is the Taoist priest holding back a big move, preparing to break his tail to survive, or sacrificing himself to protect us ………. Xu Qi’an thought in his heart, his eyes turning in their sockets as he looked towards Zhong Li.

Lina on her back is unconscious, but is the most “relaxed” one present, as for the unlucky Zhong Li, linen robe under the body, slightly shivering.

I don t know whether it is her pot or my pot ……… Maybe both! Xu Qi’an thought bitterly.

At that moment, a picture automatically appeared in his mind, a hand full of green hairs poked out from the bronze coffin and propped and pressed on the edge of the coffin.

The person in the coffin slowly rose, a dry corpse dressed in yellow robes with a crown made of pure gold on top of its head, the skin of its face clinging to its bones, and its nose rotting away, leaving only two holes.

The eyeballs were embedded in their sockets as if they would fall out at any moment.

The moment the divine sense captured this dry corpse, Xu Qi’an’s brain was like a steel nail embedded in it, so painful that he nearly fainted, and the image shattered with it.

The coffin lying in the coffin is really that Daoist, the second grade that failed to cross the threshold, no wonder it is so powerful ……… Xu Qi an s scalp is a little numb.

After a few seconds of silence, the first footsteps came, the dry body had left the bronze coffin and was walking slowly towards the group.

“Buzz ……..”

The longsword behind Chu Yuanzhan’s back shook violently, but it was never able to be sheathed.

The beads of sweat on the forehead of the snapping …… scholar finally rolled down.

Hengyuan’s eyes bulged out, his cheeks and forehead veins bulged out one by one, and his muscles spasmed violently. But even so, he still failed to break through the suppression of the invisible force.

Zhong Li was like a quail, trembling and burying her head lower and lower.

The foul odor came to his nose, it was the first few members of the Backwoods Gang who were scared out of their wits.

But it’s not their fault, being in an ancient tomb thousands of years old, the evil creature came out of the coffin and is slowly approaching them from behind ………

Just thinking about it sends chills down your spine, not to mention, it’s something that actually happened.

Daoist Master Golden Lotus closed his eyes and when he reopened them, they were clear. It seemed to have made up its mind.

Just then, the footsteps stopped, and a hoarse, low voice traveled through every space, every corner of the main tomb.

“Welcome back my Lord!”

The sound of armor clashing connected, and the dry corpses at the four corners of the high platform, as well as the dry corpses on the steps, actually knelt down in unison, worshipping someone in the crowd.

That sinister and terrifying aura quickly converged, like an ebbing tide.

The crowd was stunned to find itself restored to mobility.

“Don’t do anything rash!”

Daoist Master Golden Lotus transmitted his voice to everyone, including those grave robbers.

“Gollum ……..”

The sound of swallowing saliva kept resounding, the grave robbers’ feet were trembling, but they didn’t lose their mind, their past experience gave played a vital role in keeping them from having a breakdown in their mindset like ordinary people, and regardless of it, they only thought of escaping, making things even worse.

At the same time, a thought flashed through their minds: lord?

Who is the Lord, and by the posture of that dry body, it seems that that Lord is between us?

Grave robbers look at me, I look at you, trying to find the “lord” in the crowd, who can be the lord of the dry corpse, what kind of character must be.

And that man, among us ………

The Sick Man’s Gangmaster subconsciously looked at Daoist Master Golden Lotus, according to the mural, the owner of this tomb was a Daoist, and there happened to be an Earth Sect master present.

The conclusion is simple: this old Taoist priest is the lord of the dried corpse.

“He, he actually has this kind of identity ……… so to say, this earth sect high person this time to go down to the tomb, is not specially to rescue us. Well, when an expert acts, it is not something that a jianghu piker like me can guess.”

The sick man’s gang leader trembled with fear.

The wild warlock, Ramsus, scrutinized the Golden Lotus Taoist in disbelief.

The crowd of the Houtou Gang who noticed the two leaders’ abnormalities immediately looked at Daoist Master Golden Lotus, who was the most in line with the demeanor of a high ranking person, and just felt incredibly relieved.

The people of the Heaven and Earth Society were standing very close to each other, so for a moment, they couldn’t tell who this yellow-robed dry corpse kneeling was.

Chu Yuanjian, out of inertia of thought, first glanced at Daoist Master Golden Lotus.

Daoist Master Golden Lotus shook his head slightly.

Hengyuan is a martial arts monk, not a Taoist disciple, and although his own talent is good, he is not too eccentric ………. Lina is the people of the Southland compulsion tribe, and this tomb is not related to ……… The Zhong girl of the SZT can be directly ruled out …….. Could it be!

Chu Yuanjian twisted his head in a huff and stared at Xu Qi’an dead in the face.

He remembered the reason why the team had come to the main tomb, and it was Xu Qi’an’s three consecutive “coincidences” that had led them to the main tomb.

It turns out that everything is not occasional, there is a reason ……… Xu Ningyan is the lord of the master of this big tomb?

This speculation surfaced in Chu Yuanjian’s mind, and in a burst of fear, his body actually inexplicably trembled.

He’s kneeling to me? Calling me Lord? The person in question, Xu Qi’an, could intuitively sense that the “lord” in the dry body’s mouth was himself.

Great dismay and bewilderment filled his brain, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

For a moment, he almost blurted out, Why do you say I’m the Lord!

But reason shut him up, because the situation before him was nothing but two: one, he was really the lord of the yellow-robed dryad, with an identity so terrible that it was unimaginable.

Two, the dryad has, for some reason, recognized the wrong person.

The first possibility was ignored for now, if it was the second, it was the dryad that had recognized the wrong person. Then if he asked rashly, his identity would definitely be revealed.

They will be greeted with a reunion when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Xu Qi’an forcibly suppressed his churning emotions, gazed expressionlessly at the yellow-robed dry corpse, and said in a deep voice:

“Well done.”

The dryad’s head was buried lower and lower.

Seeing this scene, the sick man gang master, almost frozen, he slowly stared wide-eyed, so ……. So the “lord” in the mouth of the corpse is that sixth grade martial artist, not the Taoist master of the Earth Sect?

This, this …….. He’s just a martial artist.

Gongyang Su is also hard to hide the shock in his heart, at this moment he is incredibly fortunate that after contacting these “reinforcements”, he did not quietly open the qi lookout technique.

Otherwise, I’m afraid I would have died on the spot, the cause of death being seeing something I shouldn’t have seen.

The members of the Houtu Gang held their breaths as they stared dumbfounded at Xu Qi’an.

The dry corpse, with its head bowed, once again let out a low voice with some doubt, “Why hasn’t Lord become immortal?”

Become, become immortal?

These words were like a thunderbolt that exploded in everyone’s ears, and the grave robbers with low strength, the profoundly cultivated Golden Lotus Taoist Master, and of course Xu Qi’an, all simultaneously set off shocking waves within their hearts.

Only compared to the grave robbers who had lost the ability to manage their expressions, Xu Qi’an and the others were more composed and did not make expressions.

Xu Qi’an stared expressionlessly at the dried corpse, but his inner drama exploded at this moment.

Cheng, become immortal? According to my understanding, becoming an immortal is going beyond the grade, right? It’s an existence on the same level as the Buddha, the Compassionate God, and the Sorcerer God.

What kind of character is this yellow-robed dryad of a lord?

To the point that after the gods and devils, there were only a few existences in total that surpassed the grade, and this great tomb dated back to more than 2,000 years, and in more than 2,000 years, someone had become an immortal?

No, it could also be a failure to become immortal, but the dryads don’t know that ……..

Crap, going down a grave, can also encounter this level of existence …….. It’s Zhong Li’s fault, isn’t it? It must be her fault. …….. What should I do? How should I answer?

The dry corpse’s lowered head, those eyeballs that were about to fall out of their sockets at any moment, moved, seemingly scrutinizing Xu Qi’an.

Xu Qi’an, who had noticed the dryad scowling, suddenly sharpened his eyes and slowly said, “You’re teaching me things?”

The dry corpse lowered its head in fear, its body shaking slightly, “Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me.”

Saying so, he untied his yellow robe, revealing the dried out flesh within, his chest collapsing and the outline of his ribs presenting themselves one by one under the thin flesh.

Furthermore, Xu Qi’an noticed that the body of this dry corpse seemed to have been scorched at one point.

“Pfft ………”

Suddenly, the dry corpse made a move that no one expected, he raised his palm and stabbed into his chest, digging out an object from it, not a heart, but a jade seal with a clear color.

“Is it for this jade seal that Your Lordship has come? You left it in my body back then and instructed me to keep it warm, I, I have always kept it safe, and now, offer it back to the Lord.”

The dry corpse presented the jade seal with both hands and spoke in a hoarse, low voice: “And now, and now what is the year.”

“Today’s Central Plains dynasty is called Da Feng.” Xu Qi’an said indifferently.

“Da Bong ……..” The dry corpse murmured and humbly asked, “How many years have I, have I been asleep?”

How the hell do I know, why don t you come with me first, I will turn you in to the state and let the researchers tell you the answer ………. Xu Qi’an spat madly in his heart.

With his mind running at high speed, he didn’t take the initiative to answer the dryad’s question and said faintly, “Time is meaningless to us, isn’t it.”

Nice answer!

Daoist Master Golden Lotus heartily cheered and encouraged, Xu Ningyan was truly stable.

He gave Xu Qi’an a cryptic look, telling him that it was almost time to find a way to get out.

Xu Qi’an got to it, and while reaching out to pick up the jade seal, he said, “Go back to slumber.”

There weren’t too many words, for one thing, he was afraid of saying more than he could say, and for another, he was now arguing about his persona, and as a lord, retrieving his own things didn’t need to be explained to his subordinates.

Actually, he didn’t want the jade seal, but looking at the dry corpse’s attitude, this jade seal seemed to be very important. If he didn’t take it, it might make the dry corpse suspicious.

The jade seal had a hard texture and felt like warm jade to the touch, Xu Qi’an did not move and flipped the jade seal over, saw the words engraved underneath, and only had time to jot down a few words, when all of a sudden, the jade seal transformed into white grains of sand that passed through his fingers.

An indescribable, ineffable, ocean-tide-like power ran through his arm and into Xu Qi’an’s body.

He felt the blood in his body rushing madly into his brain, causing intense dizziness, as if something had awakened in his body.

“You are not the Lord ………”

The dry corpse raised its head in a hugh manner, and in its eyeballs, a little bit of blood light erupted.

A hoarse, whispered voice echoed through the chamber, mingled with intense anger and murderous intent.

“Go!”

Daoist Master Golden Lotus reacted the fastest, waving his big sleeve and swirling a gale of wind, the grave robbers of the Houtu Gang and Chu Yuanzhuan and the others were sent off the high platform and flew towards the door of the main tomb.

At the same time, he grabbed Xu Qi’an’s shoulders and tried to throw him down.

Stay by yourself and suffer the wrath of the dryads.

However, Xu Qi’an shook his shoulders, shook his hand away, and pressed his palm against his chest as he whispered, ”Daoist, take them out.

I’m staying.”

Bang!

The Qi in the center of his palm suddenly erupted, and the Golden Lotus Taoist Master shot out like a cannonball.

In the process of being thrown, Daoist Golden Lotus saw the dried corpse choke Xu Qi’an’s neck and lift him high. The armored soldiers at the four corners of the high platform, brandishing their blades, rushed up to crush this mole cricket who had impersonated his lord.

“Xu Qi’an ……….” Daoist Master Golden Lotus muttered.

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PS: The burning time of the candle in the last chapter is not wrong. It can burn for decades, but there is limited oxygen in the tomb, and when it burns, there is no more oxygen, and the candle goes out.