The blood array was constantly condensed and formed under the fingertips of the little savage, and the construction was not different from the mark.

After an incense stick of appointment.

The little savage's face was a little pale, and it was obviously excessive blood loss, because what was needed to build a blood array was the essence and blood, rather than the ordinary blood that could be seen everywhere in the body.

His figure shook.

He smiled and said, "The blood formation is formed."

The nervous clan lords relaxed and couldn't help but smile at each other, and it was successful!

The Lord of Shennong immediately stepped forward and poured out a drop of crystal clear liquid from the treasure gourd and said, "Although this treasure gourd is a fierce soldier, the spiritual medicine it refined is gentle, please use it."

The little savage took the drop of spiritual medicine and threw it into his mouth. In a moment, he recovered and returned to his peak state.

"Fortunately, the blood array is not big, otherwise I would not be able to build it even if I bleed until I die." The little savage was so amused and crying.

Lord Jiuli said expectantly: "Please activate the blood array and open the second level of the gate."

The little savage thought moved, and the blood array turned into nothingness and merged into the wall at the end.

Then a door appeared and opened!

No one robbed him and took the initiative to let the little savage walk in front. They followed closely and went down to the second underground floor.

There are no fancy funeral objects, just some ancient bottles and jars, and a sarcophagus.

Those items can no longer be described as a sense of time. Zhao Fan and the others feel like they have traveled back to the primitive era of the ancestors, and are incompatible with cognition.

"Word to the leader of the human race!"

The Lord of Jiuli stood in front of the sarcophagus with a pious expression, and knelt down in front of the clans.

The same is true for Zhao Fan.

But after kneeling down, the little savage got up and went straight to the sarcophagus. He said, "Can I see the appearance of that existence?"

The clan lords did not stop and nodded in a uniform manner. They thought they were not qualified, but the former was very likely to have the blood of the ancestor leader, so of course they were qualified.

Zhao Fan forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, stood up in a regular manner, and did not move. He wanted to see it, but he still controlled it.

Next second.

The little savage pulled open the lid of the coffin.

Zhao Fan and the clan lords saw the little savage's pupils shrinking and stood by the coffin as if they were dumbfounded.

"Brother Tu Ye, what's wrong?" Zhao Fan asked in confusion.

“Empty.”

The little savage said that everyone would get up one after another and move it to the coffin and look inside. It was empty, even if the corpse was weathered, at least it would leave traces.

"this……"

Zhao Fan was stunned and said, "The original king's coffin is an empty coffin. Has it been stolen? Or is it the real place of long sleep, and there is another place, and this is just a cover?"

"Impossible. If it were a guise, how could the ten evil soldiers be on the first level?" The Lord of Suiren shook his head.

Lord Taihao said worriedly: "The second floor is the empty coffin, and the third floor of the ten soldiers may not have it..."

It was at this time.

The little savage suddenly looked into the corner of the second floor, and he raised his foot and walked over.

Everyone looked at the direction of each other. It was a wooden bed with curves on both sides, like a shaker, but the scale was only half a meter in size.

The little savage came to the small shaking bed and reached out to touch it. For some reason, tears burst out in his eyes uncontrollably, "Woo...woo..."

Zhao Fan and the clan lords looked at each other.
Chapter completed!