Everyone at the scene was so frightened that their faces were livid and their bodies were shaking constantly.
And those ghosts who broke in had no room to think at this time.
Subconsciously, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the coffin and begged.
Wow...
A pair of dry palms, like old tree branches, stretched out from the coffin and directly grasped the edge of the coffin.
Seeing such a situation, Song Ziwei was so frightened that her soul began to tremble.
He held Ye Chen's arm tightly, trembling all over.
"What...what the hell? Don't, don't, don't come over here..." Song Yijun's legs were shaking like chaff.
In just a short time, a large amount of wetness was found in his pants.
Although I don’t know who the other party is.
However, I only felt the powerful power of the other party.
He understood that such a existence was definitely not something he could afford to offend.
Song Yijun looked at Wang Tiannan next to him tremblingly.
He stammered and said: "King, king, Master Wang, please use the true fire of Samadhi to burn..."
"Burn him."
But I didn't expect it.
Wang Tiannan didn't even have the courage to draw a talisman.
With a plop, he fell to his knees on the ground.
He desperately begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."
"Please spare my dog's life, spare my dog's life."
At the same time, he wished he could strangle this bastard Song Yijun to death.
If you want to die, just die yourself.
Why bother me?
When he saw Wang Tiannan, he knelt down and begged for mercy.
The disciples of Fang Xiandao behind him also knelt down one after another and kowtowed.
Sima Feng and a group of men in black robes no longer care about pretending to be cool at this time.
Everyone was huddled together, trembling with fear.
If you don't rely on the strength of the crowd, you can still be emboldened.
I'm afraid that among this group of people, there are quite a few people who peed their pants.
Ouyang Lin, who was next to the coffin, was beaten to a pulp by Ye Chen.
But I have to say that his vitality is really tenacious.
At this time, there is still a little bit of sanity.
Moreover, he was the only one who was closest at this time.
Seeing the situation in front of him, Ouyang Lin was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out.
What the hell is this?
Why do I want to come here?
Why would I offend something like this?
If I had known earlier, it would have been better to have Ye Chen beat me to death just now.
At least you don't have to be frightened like this.
Bang...
A hand as dry as firewood slowly stretched out.
Immediately afterwards, a mummy wearing Ming Dynasty battle armor and a golden helmet slowly stood up from the coffin.
I saw that his cheekbones were extremely high, his eye sockets were sunken, and his skin was dark green.
The skin all over his body is almost completely attached to the bones, without a trace of muscle.
This is a real mummy.
The mummy was seen standing up completely and was over two meters tall.
Everyone is unanimous, and they need to raise their heads to see clearly.
The owner of the tomb turned around and glanced around.
Not a word was spoken, not a move was made.
Just this simple action.
He was so frightened that almost everyone knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging him desperately.
Song Ziwei was also trembling with fear.
Ye Chen took his little hand and nodded gently to him.
Only then did Song Ziwei feel that she had some strength in her body, and she followed Ye Chen to stand on the spot.
Roar……
But all they saw was that the mummy suddenly opened its mouth and took a deep breath.
The blood spilled on the ground and walls disappeared in an instant.
And those ghosts kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just watching, these ghosts are about to be sucked away.
However, they still knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.
He didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.
Look at the mummy again.
His originally dry skin quickly regained its color.
The muscles that were already dry also swelled rapidly.
In just a few breaths, the mummy, which was originally as dry as a dead tree, now quickly returned to its original appearance.
It was a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old.
He is tall, has a heroic appearance, and his aura is overwhelming.
He looked at the people in front of him casually, as if he were a king patrolling his territory.
Seeing the person in front of her, Song Ziwei's eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
He said with a look of disbelief: "This is the great general of the Ming Dynasty, the patron king Lan Yuchun."
"Eighteen of the founding heroes of the Ming Dynasty were named Dukes of the country."
"But at the same time, there are only three kings with different surnames, and one of them is Lan Yuchun."
After all, Song Ziwei comes from a treasure-hunting family.
From childhood to adulthood, one has to be familiar with the history of various dynasties.
Keep in mind the famous figures of each dynasty.
Therefore, he just took one look and immediately recognized who the person in front of him was.
Lan Yuchun glanced around casually.
It was found that except for those lying down, almost all the people at the scene were kneeling on the ground and worshiping him.
Only in one corner, two people stood proudly.
Lan Yuchun frowned and asked angrily, "Who are you?"
"Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"
Ye Chen's aura was vaguely visible.
He said with neither humility nor arrogance: "I am Ye Chen, the descendant of the Dragon Emperor."
"When I was born, I only bowed to my parents and ancestors."
"Even in this world, whether it is worth my kneeling or not is debatable."
"As for you, what qualifications do you have to ask me to kneel down to you?"
"Huh? Such a loud tone!" Lan Yuchun's face darkened, and his aura suddenly exploded.
Bang bang bang...
Those ghosts closest to him, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, were all swallowed up in an instant.
At the same time, the Fang Xiandao disciples and the Five Poison Sect disciples who were closer to him were instantly shocked into a bloody mist.
Not even a complete body was left.
Song Ziwei felt that even her breathing was stagnant.
If Ye Chen hadn't been standing in front of him, I'm afraid he would have been shocked into blood mist as well.
Seeing the situation in front of them, Song Yijun, Wang Tiannan and others were immediately frightened to death.
Bang bang bang...
He kowtowed his head desperately, even if his forehead bled, he did not dare to stop at all.
Especially Song Yijun and Wang Tiannan, they really regret it now.
They never dreamed that what Ye Chen said was true.
The tomb owner in front of me is actually so terrifying.
If I had known this was the case, I should have listened to Ye Chen at that time.
Run as far as you can, the further away from this hellish place the better.
A violent momentum pressed towards Ye Chen.
A green message instantly appeared on Ye Chen's body, directly blocking the violent momentum.
"Huh?" Lan Yuchun was slightly shocked.
Then he said: "You stole my burial orb, and at the same time you came to disturb my peace."
"Do you know what the crime is?"
Song Ziwei let go of Ye Chen's hand and knelt directly on the ground.
He said tremblingly: "King of patrons, I have already explained it to you before."
"The Night Pearl was not stolen by us, but by them..."
Song Ziwei pointed directly at Song Yijun, Wang Tiannan and others.
Lan Yuchun slowly turned his head and looked towards Song Yijun and others.
Just at this glance, Song Yijun, Wang Tiannan and others were so frightened that they almost fainted.
