"Young Master, do you really want to get it down?"
Qiu Jiansheng hesitated. No one here knew what was in the sarcophagus. If there was any danger, it would be too late to escape. He took a look at Mo Buchou and saw that he had no objection, but was full of expectations. He had no choice but to open the sword box and take out the rusty sword.
The stained iron sword.
"rise!"
"disease!"
Qiu Jiansheng clenched his fists tightly and raised his two index fingers. His face turned red and he looked like he was struggling, as if he had poured all his spiritual power into the iron sword.
The iron sword slowly stood up and flew towards the iron chain hanging the sarcophagus.
"The old guy really pretends to be the same thing."
Remembering how Qiu Jiansheng deceived him in this way, Chen Yang was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
"Zheng!" sound.
The iron sword struck at the dark iron chain, and fire light flew in all directions. With one slash, the entire iron chain did not move at all, showing no signs of breaking.
Mo Buchou's mouth twitched and he glared at Qiu Jiansheng fiercely.
This hidden cultivation level is too fake!
A member of the Yu family worships him, but he can't even break an iron chain. Who would believe it?
Qiu Jiansheng was also a little embarrassed to be seen. He had not wielded a sword for so long that he no longer knew how to control the strength. He quickly turned to look at Yu Qiufeng and said: "Young Master, I underestimated this iron chain. When I use my full strength, I will definitely be able to do it."
Cut it off!"
Yu Qiufeng didn't respond and looked at Qiu Jiansheng with a half-smile.
Sure enough, after Qiu Jiansheng shouted "Blood Refining Technique", the rusty iron sword glowed with red light, the blade turned, and the four iron chains suddenly broke.
After doing all this, he did not forget to show his fatigue and panted heavily.
With a muffled sound of "Crash!", the thick sarcophagus fell from the top of the cave and hit the ground heavily.
At this time, only a few people saw clearly that the lid of the sarcophagus was densely packed and engraved with runes.
Mo Buchou looked at Huang Fuzi and saw him shaking his head. Huang Fuzi, who specializes in the Tao of Talisman, couldn't understand the function of the runes on the sarcophagus.
"It doesn't want to hide treasure, but it seems to be sealing some kind of demon."
Chen Yang complained silently, and accidentally discovered that Yu Qiufeng's hand was secretly pinching a spell. A moment later, Yu Dahai and Xu Ruyi, who were hiding outside the cave, also descended into the cave.
"Open it."
After being prepared, Yu Qiufeng gave the order.
Huang Fuzi stepped forward very wisely and carefully pressed his palms on the edge of the coffin lid. If there was any danger after opening the coffin, he would distance himself from the sarcophagus with the support of his two brothers.
Along with the "creak" friction sound, Huang Fuzi pushed the coffin lid open bit by bit without encountering any obstruction.
Halfway through pushing it open, Huang Fuzi suddenly stopped, jumped a few feet away, and looked at the situation inside the coffin.
"There's a body!"
Yu Qiufeng's eyes suddenly lit up.
Inside the sarcophagus, I saw a dark, dry corpse lying quietly. The clothes on the corpse had long rotted away, so it was obviously not a treasure.
If the sarcophagus is really the remains of an ancient cultivator, then there is no guarantee that there are inheritance or storage bags inside the coffin.
"Open it a little more."
Seeing that the corpses in the coffin seemed to pose no threat, Yu Qiufeng ordered again.
This time, Huang Fuzi became a lot more courageous. With a strong hand, he pushed the entire heavy sarcophagus lid away.
Afterwards, several people present were dumbfounded.
There was nothing else in the coffin except corpses and pieces of rotten clothing.