Underground palace.
The three of them joined forces to re-seal the young underworld left behind by Sazu, and then prepared to open the third coffin.
Although it was the last coffin and there was basically no danger anymore, Bai Wangyu and Sanzang were still cautious, for fear of another accident.
Once bitten by a snake, we have been afraid of well ropes for ten years. Now, everyone's situation can no longer withstand the torment.
If we come to the underworld of the virtual flower realm again, everything will be cold.
In front of the coffin, Bai Wangyu and Sanzang carefully dug out the wedges one by one, and at the same time, they were wary of possible changes inside.
The two dug more than a dozen wedges for nearly a quarter of an hour, and they were so cautious that it made people feel distressed.
Since entering the underground palace, everyone has been really frightened by the old man Sazuna. There are pitfalls everywhere and no step can go smoothly.
"Amitabha, Brother Li, we are opening the coffin."
After digging all the wedges, Sanzang turned around, looked at someone behind him, and said.
"open it."
Li Ziye nodded and said, "It's okay, just drive with confidence."
Upon hearing this, Sanzang withdrew his gaze and said, "Brother Wangyu, let's go together."
"good."
Bai Wangyu responded, put his hand on the coffin lid, and pushed the coffin lid open with the young monk.
When the coffin was opened, there was no unusual movement. Sanzang and Bai Wangyu looked inside the coffin for the first time, and then their expressions were startled.
What's this?
Behind them, Li Ziye noticed the two people's reactions and stepped forward.
But the inside of the coffin was empty. There was only a Taoist robe spread out at the bottom of the coffin, and nothing else.
When Li Ziye saw this, he frowned slightly and bent down to take out the Taoist robe.
"Amitabha, Brother Li, how do you divide this?"
On the side, Sanzang stepped forward, looked at the only Taoist robe in front of him, and asked tangledly, "How about you give me a sleeve?"
"Inappropriate."
Li Ziye responded casually, looking at the Taoist robe in his hand, and said, "Is the old man Sazu sick? He went through such a big battle just to hide a Taoist robe?"
"This robe should be a treasure."
Bai Wangyu picked up a corner of the Taoist robe, looked at it carefully, and said, "Thousand-year immortality, ordinary Taoist robes cannot."
"No matter how powerful it is, it is just a Taoist robe."
Li Ziye rubbed the Taoist robe in his hand vigorously and replied, "The Li family has many kinds of fabrics that will last for thousands of years. They include gold thread, silver thread, and golden silk thread. Any one of them can be woven into clothes that can last for eighteen hundred years." .”
After saying that, Li Ziye took the Taoist robe and looked at it several times, then fell silent. After a moment, he said, "Young monk, Lao Bai, take it."
"do what?"
Sanzang took the Taoist robe and asked in confusion.
"I'll give it a try with my sword."
Li Ziye took two steps back, drew out his Chunjun sword, and was about to slash at the Taoist robe.
"Don't, don't."
Sanzang saw the former's move and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Research further, this thing shouldn't be able to withstand your sword, Brother Li."
"Brother Li, don't worry, there may be something else going on here."
Next to him, Bai Wangyu stretched out his hand to block it with a cold sweat on his face, and spoke to persuade.
Is Brother Li going crazy?
Thinking about it, after spending so much effort and passing one test after another, he finally got such a broken Taoist robe. If it were him, his mentality would collapse.
Fortunately, this time he just came to help.
"Young Master, there are many ways to blind people. Maybe this robe is really a treasure."
From behind, Zhou Hu also quickly stepped forward to help and persuade.
After hearing the three people's advice, Li Ziye fell silent again. After two breaths, he inserted the Chunjun sword into the scabbard and said, "Don't react so much, I'm very calm."
The three of them looked at the former and looked at each other. Bai Wangyu took the Taoist robe, put it away, and decided to keep it with him.
He was now sure that Brother Li was on the verge of breaking out. He was really afraid that Brother Li would go crazy and tear off the robe left by Sa Zu.
It's better to wait until Brother Li calms down before returning the favor to him.
"Amitabha."
On the side, Sanzang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Wangyu, this trip may have been in vain for this young monk."
"Forget it, the days are long."
Bai Wangyu responded in a low voice, "Brother Li was right what he said before. These days, the relics of Taoist sages have appeared one after another. In the future, there will be many opportunities to cooperate again, and this time it will be practice."
"Amitabha, okay."
Sanzang nodded, glanced at someone who was almost mad, and whispered, "Brother Li won't make himself mad to death, right?"
"probably not."
Bai Wangyu said helplessly, "His luck has never been good, and he is probably used to it, so he won't miss it this time."
To a certain extent, Brother Li's identity as the destined son is really hard to understand.
From the time the name was written in the heavenly book to now, Brother Li's opportunities have basically come to grab him by himself. There is really no such thing as an opportunity falling from the sky.
In the main hall, the atmosphere became a little quiet as the remains of Sazu were found.
Mainly because they didn't find any treasures, and the three of them didn't know what to do next.
Li Ziye, the only one with the right to make the decision, was so angry that he lost his mind. He looked at Sazu's coffin several times, not knowing what to think about.
"Amitabha."
Sanzang noticed someone's eyes and hurriedly advised, "Brother Li, the deceased has passed away, so we don't want to disturb their sleep."
Li Ziye ignored the young monk's words, looked at Zhou Hu behind him, and said, "Uncle Zhou, lift the coffin."
When Zhou Hu heard this, he was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Sazu's coffin?"
"Are there any other coffins here that have not been moved?" Li Ziye narrowed his eyes and asked.
"All right."
Jihu smiled bitterly and stepped forward, ready to lift the coffin aside.
"Brother Li, did you discover something?" Bai Wangyu looked at the people around him and asked doubtfully.
"We'll talk about it later."
Li Ziye said calmly, "The highlight should be yet to come."
In front of the coffin, Hiruta stretched out his hands to roll up his sleeves, rubbed his hands, then grabbed the coffin, shouted loudly, and forced the coffin away with his own strength.
The coffin had just been moved away. In an instant, the purple air below the coffin surged out like a spring from the ground. It was dense and dazzling, so gorgeous.
"Dragon Qi!"
When the three people saw this, their expressions were shocked, and their eyes narrowed.
Behind him, Li Ziye saw the purple energy coming out of the coffin, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Sure enough, it's here.
Purple Qi coming from the east is not only a dream state for martial arts practitioners, but also a vision that can only be possessed after the formation of the treasure of heaven and earth. It is rare, so it is precious.
The formation of each dragon vein takes endless years. This time will take at least ten thousand years to count.
However, the royal family does not want to see this thing survive.
The purpose of old man Sazuna's building this underground palace should be to suppress this dragon vein to prevent it from being destroyed by future generations.
That old man is finally reliable for once.
He accepted this great gift!
