Feng Yi took a closer look at his bloody palms. The blood stains were squirming. Then he noticed that his hands were covered with tiny bugs. They were so densely packed that he didn't know how many there were.
Just now, his attention was completely attracted by the box in the corner, and he did not check the condition of the coffin carefully. When he took a closer look, he realized that the huge coffin was covered with sticky blood stains, and countless tiny insects were crawling back and forth on it, which was weird.
The strange thing is that these bugs seem to be imprisoned by the blood stains. They can only squirm on a small piece of blood stains and cannot crawl far.
He examined it carefully and finally saw clearly that there were spells written in blood on the coffin, and these tiny insects could only squirm back and forth on the spells they belonged to, unable to leave.
"Blood curse?"
Feng Yi raised his hand again and looked at the small bugs in his palm. They seemed to be biting his palm with their mouths open. Unfortunately, Feng Yi didn't feel anything after biting. However, these small bugs had their teeth broken by the hard skin.
Either
He was poisoned to death by the toxins in Feng Yi's body.
Damn...this guy is poisonous.
Maybe this is what many bugs think before they die.
"It always feels a bit like the Nanyang wizard in Jiuquan Town, but this one seems to be more advanced than the Nanyang wizard."
These bugs are so tiny that if Feng Yi hadn't been paying close attention, he wouldn't have been able to detect them.
Moreover, there are so many of these bugs that there are thousands of bugs on even a tiny bit of blood stain. If you are an ordinary person, you will probably be burrowed into your body by these bugs unknowingly and become nourishment.
"It's strange. There's too much blood here. How many years have these bugs lived? No matter how much blood they have, they have to suck it all up."
Feng Yi looked at the blood on the coffin and fell into deep thought, and then circled around the coffin again. This time he checked extremely carefully, not missing a single bit, and finally made a discovery.
At the bottom of the coffin, there are countless thin transparent silk threads that look like spider silk, all the way to the big bluestone under the tomb, and no one knows where it leads further down.
No matter where it leads, it's not a good thing. Feng Yi doesn't believe that people who use blood to nourish corpses are using the blood of animals and poultry. This method is extremely vicious in nature. It seems that the corpses used below are definitely human corpses.
If his mentality was relaxed and comfortable just now, his mood now became serious.
Before, he thought that the evil spirit here was an accident, but now it seems that someone did it on purpose!
"Cut these threads first, and I'll see how you can nourish the blood corpse!"
It's one thing to be stiff, but it's another thing to nourish it with blood.
If someone is scratched by jumping stiffness and there is no corpse poison to attack the heart, it can be saved with glutinous rice. If it is bloody stiffness, the breath exhaled will be toxic. Let alone ordinary people, I am afraid that ordinary disciples like the Maoshan Sect will not be able to withstand it.
That is to poison yourself and die all the way.
Feng Yigang had just pulled out the sword, but before he could cut off the threads, a solemn and deafening voice exploded in his ears: "
Young man, it’s okay to be greedy for money. I’ve always ignored you. I didn’t expect you to actually destroy the formation. Are you really not afraid of backlash?”
Oh, I can't hold it in any longer. Is this the real owner appearing?
But where is he?
The voice came from above. Unfortunately, Feng Yi raised his head and looked around, but could not find any trace of the other party.
"Listen to my advice, take those gold and silver jewels and leave here quickly, and don't act recklessly; otherwise you will destroy the spell, and the gods may not be able to save you!"
Feng Yi burst into laughter when he heard this seemingly high-sounding voice, and asked: "This expert who hides and dare not show his face, do you think this spell is to seal the corpse?"
"Why, you dare to question me?" The speaker snorted when he heard Feng Yi's words and said rather displeasedly.
"Although I'm not very good at it, I can still tell the difference between good and bad; and..."
Feng paused and said: "I encountered so many traps along the way. This tomb is filled with strong corpse poison. It's all on my own."
You have solved it yourself and you still say you don’t care about it?
I see, you hate me so much that you can’t do anything to me. You may have to show up after I try to ruin your plan.”
The solemn voice froze for a moment, and he felt quite unhappy. He had guessed how this kid could be so skilled like a monkey.
Of course he wanted to get rid of Feng Yi, but the carefully laid traps didn't work, and he wasn't even afraid of corpse poison.
You must know that the group of Taoist priests who came last time were difficult to resist.
It’s really evil!
He has been paying attention to Feng Yi's actions all the way, and he has no idea about Feng Yi's strength. Now that he has not yet achieved his magic, he is afraid that he will not be the opponent's opponent.
But if Feng Yi was allowed to continue his nonsense, his plan would be ruined, so he couldn't help but show up and try to fool the other party.
It's a pity that the other party didn't take the bait at all!
He still didn't give up and said in a cold voice: "Looking at your young age, I don't think you have much experience. I don't blame you if you don't know. Take your money and leave here quickly."
, don’t let yourself be buried here and let your life down!”
Feng Yi grinned, showing his white teeth and said: "If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't attack me, I will kill all these threads and these insects."
"presumptuous!"
The owner of the voice was furious and blood was boiling. He no longer tried to persuade Feng Yi, and silently recited a strange formula. In an instant, the golden spells on the dozens of coffins containing the corpses of soldiers originally parked on the ground lit up.
With a bang, dozens of coffins stood upright from the ground.
"My dear, do you still have this skill?" Feng Yi's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The owner of the voice turned a deaf ear to his exclamation, and the voice became thicker and thicker. The entire tomb reverberated with the strange chanting sound, which actually produced an echo-like effect in the not-so-large space.
These strange notes seemed to have magical properties, flooding into Feng Yi's brain crazily, giving him a splitting headache.
At the same time, the erected coffins began to move.
, one by one flew into the air and rushed towards him.
The space in the tomb was not large, and there were a lot of coffins. When Feng Yi saw the battle, he dodged a few times, but under the influence of the demonic sound, the coffins attacked continuously, starting from various tricky positions.
The angle blocked all his action trajectories.
"Damn it, are you bullying me just because of your numbers?"
Feng Yi roared angrily, followed the steps of Bu Gang and Dou, injected his breath into the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, and directly used the third level of the Demon Subduing Technique.
With a bang, the sword collided with one of the coffins. Unexpectedly, the coffin was much harder than he imagined. The expected situation of cutting the coffin did not occur, only leaving a moderate scar.
