Chu Wushuang also stopped, and by the way, he also held Zhao Yun back. The guy must have been so intoxicated by what he heard that he seemed to have forgotten about the outside world. If Chu Wushuang hadn't held him back, he would have gone all the way to the end of the world.

"Look at that." Chu Wushuang raised his hand and pointed.

She didn't need to say anything, Zhao Yun also saw it. Not far ahead, something seemed to be blocking the way. Because of the magic fog, its shape could be vaguely seen. It was boxy, like a coffin.

If you look closely, you will see that it is really a coffin.

"this...."

Zhao Yun scanned it up and down, and found that the coffin was a bit strange. It was not placed horizontally, but upright. He didn't know how many years it had been there. The coffin was covered with dust accumulated over time, and it was also locked with iron chains. In addition,

The pattern on the coffin was extremely old, at least Zhao Yun couldn't tell its age.

"Who will put this coffin?"

This is what the three of them want to know at this moment.

Zhao Yun opened his eyes and wanted to see with perspective.

The more he looked at it, the more he frowned. There was something inside the coffin, which was full of hazy black mist. He pushed it aside layer by layer, trying to see the deepest part, but he couldn't see clearly. Moreover, the longer he looked at it, the more painful his eyes became.

.

"Can you see clearly?" Tian Yu asked.

"There is a cover." Zhao Yun said, slightly closing his eyes.

The next moment, he opened and closed his eyes again, using all the power of his heavenly eyes.

This time, he pushed through all the black fog in the coffin and finally saw the deepest part. But what was buried inside was not a person, but a harp, a stone guqin. In the dimness, he could still hear the harp.

Voice.

"A guqin."

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and covered his heavenly eye. Blood flowed from between his fingers.

Needless to say, there was a backlash.

Having a heavenly eye is not necessarily a good thing. If you look at something you shouldn't see, something ominous will always happen. For example, he has suffered so many backlashes along the way that he can't even count. The heavenly eye can peek into the illusion.

ability, but he couldn't look around. This time, all the power he had accumulated was exhausted.

"Guqin?"

Chu Wushuang and Tian Yu were stunned, obviously not expecting it.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun transformed into a clone.

The clone grinned, and Dian Dian'er ran over, first circling the coffin three or five times, and then stretched out his hand to knock on the coffin. If the material is good, then move it back and study it carefully.

However, his touch didn't matter, the tragedy happened, and he exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.

puff!

Zhao Yun groaned and spurted blood on the spot.

This mouthful of old blood caught him off guard, and his clone was destroyed. It was supposed to not affect his true self, but now, it actually suffered a backlash. He thought for a long time, and it was probably because of the coffin. The power was weird, even surpassing the clone and his body.

The connection with the original deity, no matter who offends it, will be traced back to the source, and he is the source of the clone, and the power is cut along the clone.

"There is someone." Tianyu reminded.

Zhao Yun and Chu Wushuang were not slow and hurriedly found a place to hide.

Looking at one side, more than a dozen figures have entered the valley. Like them, they all wore black robes to cover their faces. Their faces could not be seen clearly, except that their eyes were particularly sinister and glowing with green light.

"Zombie clan."

These two words were spoken by three people in unison.

"The Holy Son of the Corpse Clan should be among them." Chu Wushuang muttered.

Tian Yu did not refute. Those who could enter the ruins were all talents from all forces. They had to be led by the Holy Son. Zhao Yun pressed firmly. There is no Holy Son of the Corpse Tribe here. Where is the Holy Son of the Corpse Tribe in his Qianqiu City?

However, the strength of these dozen people is very impressive.

In comparison, this group of people is larger than Yuan Shang and his team, especially the three or five in the middle. They have surging Qi and blood, rampant Yin Qi, and extremely terrifying background. Each of them is not weak to the Holy Son of the Corpse Clan.

Those who specialize in grave digging are also full of talents!

"Silver looks good."

Zhao Yun said this suddenly.

I'm afraid that in his eyes, everyone is like silver.

Just like these zombie tribesmen, they are like moving pieces of gold ingots.

Tian Yu heard nothing.

The girls from the Chu family became very angry after hearing this.
Chapter completed!