A group of people surrounded the Black Crystal Holy Coffin. In this terrifying devil triangle area, on a miraculous island, and in the remains of unknown depths underground, there may be ancient corpses buried two thousand years ago.

In the various weird things that appeared before, everyone couldn't help but feel numb behind their backs, their eyes were full of tension, fear, and fear.

Seeing that Marquis Gene, who could not stop making up his mind, Nick could only take out the magic materials in his inner bag and began to set up a magic array outside the Black Crystal Holy Coffin.

Jean was convinced to see him doing this. After all, even if he had done this in the coffin countless times around the world, he would always feel a little nervous when things were about to come. After all, there were often some inexplicable weirdness in these coffins that had been around for hundreds or even thousands of years. In particular, his previous experience on this island made him a little worried.

After all, he was a person who had experienced countless storms, activated the potential of the human body, and developed the possession of the gods (the power of the mind). He let out a breath, and Gene forced himself to suppress the irritability in his heart and allowed Nick to set up a magic circle.

Five minutes later, everyone's eyes were getting stronger and stronger in their eyes around the coffin. Gene gasped and looked at Nick who was still setting up the magic circle. Finally, he couldn't help saying, "Okay? How long will it take? I'm going to open the coffin!"

"Okay." Nick frowned, looked at the anxious and impatient people, and said, "This ancient tomb is so strange. Don't you think you look a little strange now?

I would like to suggest you don’t open this coffin, there is something very, very evil in it.”

"Stop talking nonsense. No matter how evil things are, can they be faster than the 77 style we have?" Gene waved his hand and pointed at Ali, the strongest, tallest and most loyal thug among the people, and said, "You, come and open the coffin."

"Everyone dispersed."

Ali's expression was as cold as ever, and he took the shovel handed over by his accomplice and stuck on the coffin board with a snap.

Everyone, including Gene, held their breath when they saw this scene. Surrounded the Black Crystal Holy Coffin, their eyes stared at Ali's movements.

Countless guns were pointed at the coffin, as if they would shoot them all once something jumped out.

A creaking sound kept ringing from the contact surface between the shovel and the coffin. Amidst Gene's repeated urging, the Black Crystal Holy Coffin was finally slowly opened. Ali threw away the shovel and pushed the coffin directly.

With a roar, the coffin board was pushed down to the ground, and a cold air that was so cold that it was in the bone marrow that hit everyone present trembled.

The temperature around the surroundings seemed to drop by more than ten degrees suddenly, and the lights in the flashlight suddenly dimmed, making the surroundings even more dim.

Ali stood foolishly beside the Black Crystal Holy Coffin, lowered his head, staring at the inside of the coffin, and didn't know what he saw.

Gene swallowed and urged, "Ali. What did you see?"

Ali was still standing still, and Gene urged him a few more times, impatiently leading the people up.

As soon as he arrived at the coffin, he gasped. There was a person inside the coffin. But it was not a shriveled body that was imagined, and even left only the bones, but a young man with pale skin and slender figure.

The youth gave people the feeling that they were still alive.

But what Jean noticed even more was a sword on the young man's chest, which was a sword about one meter long. The sword body was crystal clear, like countless flowing clouds surging in it, and colorful fluorescent lights were reflected from the sword body. Even if you don't know the origin of this sword, you can understand that this sword must be of extraordinary value.

And this sword is the residue obtained by Zuo Zhicheng's continuous condensation of martial arts and Taoism over the past twenty-one years, and finally suppressing and repelling the power of the Six Desire Division Magic Chapter.

This is a sword body composed purely of Zuo Zhicheng's negative, a pure concept weapon that gathers the evil thoughts and various negative feelings of human beings, as well as the darkest part of true energy.

This is a complete magic sword.

Gene subconsciously reached out his hand to the magic sword, and then grabbed it in his arms.

He seemed to hear a voice sounding in his heart: 'This sword is mine.'

‘He is the most perfect treasure in the world.’

‘He is your greatest pursuit in life.’

‘With him, you will have endless wealth, invincible power, and the right to rule the world.’

Evil voices rang in Gene's mind. He wrapped the magic sword in cloth as fast as possible, so that everyone who rushed over saw only one rough look.

Ali looked at the magic sword wrapped in Gene's arms while eating, and asked, "Sir..."

A voice sounded in Gene's mind again: 'You are the only master who can own this sword.'

‘If you take this sword alone, please don’t worry about them!’

"Don't talk nonsense." Gene said panickedly, "I'll go back to the boat first, you tore me up the body in the coffin with a gun."

Seeing that everyone was hesitant, he added: "Do as I said! I'll give you one hundred lira each when I come back."

After saying that, he rushed out without looking back, and disappeared in a flash. The speed was much faster than before.

"What's wrong with him?" Nick looked at Gene in confusion, then turned to look at the young man in the coffin. He exclaimed when he saw that the young man in the coffin had opened his eyes.

"He's alive!"

"Zombies! They're zombies!"

The people around him suddenly raised their guns and retreated. Nick was also startled and retreated instinctively. Then he saw the young man in the coffin sitting up suddenly.

Seeing this scene, Nick hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

But he was already late. The moment Zuo Zhicheng sat up, more than ten guns fired at the same time, and the dense metal storm completely enveloped Zuo Zhicheng and the coffin under him. But all the bullets stopped in front of Zuo Zhicheng, and after a slight pause, all reflected back.

Then the young man turned around and clapped his palms in a strange distorted posture of 180 degrees. A man who wanted to activate a flame squirting turned into a ball of meat paste.

Screams kept ringing nearby. Nick looked at Zuo Zhicheng in the coffin and turned his head strangely, shouting: "Don't use a gun."

Looking at the young man's confused eyes and strange movements, Nick shouted again: "He shouldn't have woken up completely yet. He is just sensing hostility and fighting back."

After several more people died, the coffin became quiet again.

As Nick said, as everyone stopped attacking, Zuo Zhicheng in the coffin also stopped attacking. His head was tilted, and he seemed to be wandering outside the sky.

The whirring sound kept gasping in everyone's mouths. Just when everyone was extremely nervous, a slight tremor suddenly came from their feet.

"Is this?" Nick looked at the other party's head incredibly, and saw countless black flames rushing into the back of his head from the void.

At the same time, the entire Holy Tomb shook wildly, the strange phenomena in the sky, the vortexes on the sea, the ice and snow, flames, thunder, and all the wonders that violated the laws of nature disappeared one by one, and all the scattered forces re-entered Zuo Zhicheng's body.

And his will is like the soul returning to the body, and his thinking is gradually reviving. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!