Mouse is very energetic and is famous for his immense strength. Although he has not practiced much, he has a brute force and is especially explosive. In this case, he is more reliable than Nalanhong in using force.

The rat exerted himself so much that his face was red and veins popped out. He was pushing and lifting here and there, but the bronze door of the crow totem did not move at all.

"Tie Zi, Taoist priest, can't you fix it? Is there anything you can say?"

I stared at Nalanhong with strange eyes. Not only me, but everyone also turned their attention to Nalanhong.

"Why are you looking at me? The ancestors really didn't leave anything behind. They didn't even mention that there was a Taoist sect here."

Saint Yin Yang was indeed an old tomb robber. He walked over and touched the pattern on the bronze door. The pattern was very strange. In addition to eight black crows flapping their wings, there was a large circle in the middle.

Ring, the ring is sunken inward, like a slide, and there are still oil stains inside the slide.

The Yin Yang Sage sniffed the smell of oil stains and said: "This is a lock made of special craftsmanship. There must be a key to open it, and there is also a way to twist it. If you buckle it wrongly, the consequences will be disastrous. There is only one chance."

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"But where are we going to find the key now? Nalan Hong doesn't have anyone and he doesn't have anyone."

Nalan Rongbai couldn't move anymore and sat down against the wall of the cave, coughing non-stop. "Cough...cough...young master...cough...your golden silk dragon stick!"

Nalanhong raised the golden silk dragon stick and gestured. Not to mention, the head of the golden silk dragon stick also happened to have a convex shape. He used to use the golden silk dragon stick to open the treasures of the Yehe cave.

Yes, I didn’t expect that this weapon passed down from our ancestors could still have this effect.

"Master Nalan, lend Pindao your golden coiled dragon stick to try."

The golden dragon-coiled stick was too heavy, and it was very troublesome for Yin-Yang Sage to hold it as his body was not as good as before, so he had to use the mouse to hold the tail end. He gently inserted the head of the golden dragon-coiled stick into the groove on the bronze door.

part, and then looked at the lock. The lock just matched. It seemed that his analysis was correct. The golden dragon stick was the key to unlocking the folding door.

Everyone was sweating. No one was the original designer, and no one knew the craftsmanship of this ancient and mysterious giant lock. If, as the Yin Yang Sage said, we made a slight mistake, I'm afraid...

"Senior, please be patient, what about so many lives? The lives of your descendants and successors are all in your hands!"

He forced a smile on his old face: "Haha... don't worry, Pindao has his own methods. The design of this kind of ancient tomb inherits the anti-theft methods of ancient tombs in the Tang Dynasty. I have opened many of them. You guys really

When we touch the title of Colonel Jin, is it a wasted title?"

"Hmph... How dare you show off your thieves' tricks, how shameless!" Even at the end of his life, Nalan Rongbai still argued with the Yin Yang Saint relentlessly.

The Yin Yang Sage snorted disdainfully and ignored him. He held the golden coiled dragon stick and slowly turned it clockwise first. His movements were very light and careful. While turning, he listened to see if there was any abnormality inside the mechanism.
Chapter completed!