"boom!"
The electric light flashed, a loud bang was heard from the sarcophagus, and countless gravels shot out.
"Puff puff……"
A huge light shield was generated instantly, blocking the rubble within a radius of ten feet, and fell to the ground with a crackle. There was a rain of gravel, and soon it was covered with a thick layer.
"What's going on?" A hundred feet away, an old man wearing a red robe and a majestic expression asked.
"Reporting to your lord," the person who replied was a young Foundation Establishment monk. His clothes were also red, but the difference was that the corners of the old man's clothes had a gold edge. He cupped his fists and said, "The explosion just now should be a set mechanism. As soon as it opens, it’s going to explode.”
"What's in the coffin?" the old man continued to ask. In fact, with his cultivation level, he could easily know what was inside by looking into it with his spiritual sense, but he still had to ask.
"Five-colored Gang Stone. Apart from that, there is nothing else."
"Oh?" The old man frowned, strode to the sarcophagus, and looked at it intently.
Light smoke lingered inside the coffin, the traces left behind after the explosion. Tens of thousands of colorful stones were piled at the bottom of the coffin, each one the size of a grain of rice, and the pile was about 10 to 20% full.
The rest have been scattered outside the coffin.
The old man then looked at the coffin body, explored it with his spiritual consciousness, and suddenly discovered that it was made of a material he had never seen before.
He stretched out a big, skinny hand and lifted the sarcophagus with one hand, feeling the weight of the object. His eyes scanned the bottom of the coffin and found nothing out of the ordinary.
If there's anything special about it, it's that when such a heavy object fell from the sky, it only landed in a shallow pit, as if someone had carefully placed it here.
"Strange?" The old man frowned, stretched out his hand to fish it out, and found a handful of steel stones in his hand.
"How could it be such a worthless stone?" He thought in his mind, and his fingers gradually closed. These stones, which were harder than steel, turned into a pile of debris under his tight grip, falling from between his fingers.
"Search carefully, don't let go of a single stone!" The old man clapped his hands and gave the order. His spiritual thoughts swept over it, wrapping the sarcophagus up and down, and put it into the storage ring that he carried with him.
Not long after, the disciples reported that every inch of the land within the mask had been checked and nothing was found.
"Could it be a shadow demon?" Not far away, a middle-aged man dressed in the same attire as the old man suddenly asked.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the disciples changed drastically. Some immediately looked around in panic, some drew out their swords and prepared for battle, and many more moved closer to the two masters of the Purple Mansion, seeking protection.
"Why are you panicking!" the old man shouted sternly, pointing at the disciples who opened the coffin, and sneered: "If it is really a shadow demon, do you still have life?"
After saying that, he glared at the middle-aged man again, implying a warning.
The disciples smiled reluctantly and the atmosphere relaxed. Someone echoed: "What the general said is absolutely true. The shadow demon is ruthless, especially the dagger in his hand, which never fails. You are overly worried."
The old man's face was a little ugly. What he said was true, but it didn't sound very comfortable.
He snorted coldly:
"Gentlemen, don't forget our business, let's go!"
…
The group of people left quickly, and not long after, the surrounding grass resounded with the chirping of insects and birds, making this mountain col even more peaceful.
The sun is setting in the west, the sunlight gradually turns from warm to cold, and the chirping of birds and animals gradually fades out.
When the day comes and night comes, a bright moon breaks through the dull clouds, slowly spreading the hazy moonlight over the mountains and forests.
The sky is filled with stars, and the night sky is like a curtain.
The colorful stones scattered everywhere on the ground finally made some movement.
An imperceptible green thread protruded from the crack in the stone, stayed in place for a long time, and then retracted. Immediately, several half-inch long legs with thick hair stretched out, carrying a colorful gang stone, and quickly moved into a forest not far away.
After a long time, at the edge of the woods, a young man in black appeared.
It was Yang Zhen.
There is only one reason why they are so cautious and go to great lengths to produce so much rubble -
Cangmin.
The fifth-level demon emperor witnessed them escaping in the sarcophagus with his own eyes, and he knew even more clearly that the sarcophagus contained the spirit of the immortal beast that he had dreamed of.
Once the sarcophagus reappears in the Million Mountains, it is conceivable that the snake demon will definitely come to see what is going on. No matter what is in the sarcophagus, he will take everything away.
Only by hiding the small bluestone among hundreds of thousands of ordinary stones, and then scattering it in the direction of the explosion, could it be possible to avoid his attention and escape safely.
Of course, it's possible that Cang Min won't show up, but they can't gamble.
Now it seems that the sarcophagus did not attract the Demon Emperor, but instead attracted a group of Qin people wearing red robes, which surprised Yang Zhen.
Did they fall into the territory of Qin?
impossible! In the two regions of the East and West, the largest settlement of the demon clan is the Million Mountains.
But how could the Qin monks appear so arrogantly in the Million Mountains?
Yang Zhen was puzzled.
He decided to follow the traces of that group of people and trace the past.
One is to try to catch a tongue and figure out the cause.
The second is to look for opportunities to recover the sarcophagus.
Among that group of monks, there was one in the late stage of Zifu, one in the middle stage, and the other twenty were all foundation builders. As long as they were careful, there was no chance.
For safety reasons, he was the only one walking outside the bluestone, while Zhao Yue'er and Zixue were hiding in the space.
Especially Zixue...
Just as he was thinking of this, Yiyi, who stuck his head out to point out the direction along the way, suddenly asked:
"Brother, why is Sister Zixue ignoring you?"
"She didn't ignore me!" Yang Zhen said strangely.
"But, she won't fight with you!"
"What kind of fight?" Yang Zhen was confused. She suddenly reacted and couldn't laugh or cry: "You are a little baby with no fur, why are you asking this?"
"I see you guys had a lot of fun before? Why do you only play with Sister Yue'er now? Don't you like Sister Zixue?" Xiao Xiancao asked diligently like a curious baby.
It seems that she was busy setting up the quicksand space in those days and did not hear the conversation between Zixue and Yang Zhen in the sarcophagus.
"How could I not like it, it's just..." Yang Zhen sighed. Since that day, Zixue no longer allowed the boy to touch her, on the grounds that she wanted to reduce the stimulation to her sister. Even if the incident comes to light in the future, at least my current attitude is still quite upright!
Yang Zhen couldn't resist her and had no choice but to accept this reality.
"You kid, stay out of adults' business!" he said angrily.
"I will grow up in the future!" Xiao Xiancao was unhappy.
She shouted angrily: "Brother, you are so fierce! When I grow up, I will not let you go! I will definitely defeat you, press you to the ground, and let you call me my good sister, hum!"
Yang Zhen was stunned, staggered, and almost fell from the cliff in front.
…
The Qin people's camp arrived in the valley below the cliff.
The camp was still seven or eight miles away from the cliff. Yang Zhen carefully slid down the cliff without making any noise.
After groping forward for a few miles, the little fairy grass kept sending out various messages:
"There are no formations in the three miles ahead."
"They are all staying in the camp, and there are no hidden sentries outside."
"The camp was set up five days ago, and they have been back here every night for the past few days."
"There are eleven people left in the camp, with defensive formations, and one from Zifu."
"There are now thirty-three people in total, three from the Zifu."
"..."
With Yiyi as a cheating device, any changes in this valley in the past month are clearly visible, and there are no secrets about the arrangements of the Qin people in the past few days.
This is the biggest reason why Yang Zhen dares to come alone.
With Yiyi's help, he felt like he was in a deserted place, and soon he was a hundred feet away from the camp.
There were no lights in the camp, but there was a fire burning on the open grass in the middle. Seven or eight people were talking and laughing loudly around the campfire. The aroma of barbecue filled the air, making people salivate.
There were several second-level monsters tied to the wooden pillars next to them, and they whined from time to time.
Yang Zhen became increasingly confused.
Roasting monster meat in the Million Mountains, isn't this like a rat licking a cat's nose and seeking death?
"Brother, something is wrong!" Xiao Xiancao said at this time.
"What's wrong?"
"They set up a formation fifty feet ahead, and another formation seventy feet ahead. Between these two formations, a lot of high-level developing powder was sprinkled!"
"Also, only when the second formation is triggered, the previous formation will be activated!"
"These two formations are both trapping formations and are very powerful!"
"Two of the three Zifus are not resting at this time. One is on the left and the other is on the right. They are waiting in full formation!"
"What are they going to do?" Xiao Xiancao finally asked.
"What are you doing?" Yang Zhen recalled the old man's conversation in the afternoon and sneered: "They are setting a trap to deal with that shadow demon!"
Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he vaguely thought of something.
At this moment, a white light flashed in front, as if someone had stepped on some mechanism. In an instant, the lights were brightly lit, smoke rose, and a large amount of silver developing powder spread everywhere, revealing a petite body.
Yang Zhen looked at it intently and was so surprised that she almost shouted.
That figure is Youyou!
