The man was dressed in gold armor, his horse rushed towards him, and his spear thrust out, his speed was unbelievable.
Ji Jianting was frightened and screamed, but Chen Yu looked calm and offered no resistance. The man riding a horse actually penetrated his body and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"There should be murals in the tomb of Taizu of the Holy Spirit Sect. This is the volatilization phenomenon of thousands of years of paint meeting the air. You, the founder of the tomb robbing world, don't even know this?" Chen Yu glanced at Ji Jianting and said,
It's a bit disdainful, it's really fucking embarrassing.
It’s no wonder Ji Jianting, this strange phenomenon can be easily explained by science and technology on earth, but there is no technology in the Xuanling world.
"Immortal god, I seem to have been frightened to death." Ji Jian stood up and wiped his crotch, which was wet.
"Damn it, stay away from me!" Chen Yu pinched his nose in disgust.
The two of them did not waste any time and entered the tomb behind the stone door.
The tomb passage in the tomb chamber is made of bluestone. There are indeed large and vivid murals on it, but most of them are mottled and cannot be seen clearly. A cold breath keeps coming from the pores of the skin. Not to mention Ji Jianting, even Chen Yu subconsciously
Shivered twice.
It's very cold, so cold that it penetrates into the bone marrow!
Chen Yujian frowned, always feeling something was abnormal!
Not to mention Ji Jianting who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, Chen Yu was truly at the peak of the Golden Elixir, with qi and blood as surging as a mighty river. Even if he wore nothing, he would not feel cold standing in a winter snowstorm.
But in this tomb, Chen Yu actually had the urge to add more clothes.
"Follow me closely. If there's any danger, run out as soon as possible. Don't f*cking hurt me." Chen Yu warned Ji Jianting.
"Hmph!" Ji Jianting snorted arrogantly. Who is he? He is the originator of the tomb robbing industry in the Xuanling world. When he dug the graves, Chen Yu's grandfather's grandfather was probably still in his mother's womb.
Of course, Ji Jianting would never dare to say these words, lest he be beaten up by Chen Yu.
The two of them walked one behind the other through the long tomb passage, both of them silent.
After walking for about forty-five meters, the road ahead suddenly opened up. Here was a tomb chamber with a total of forty-seven sarcophagi, each with a formation flag on it.
"The formation that covered the hills before was probably maintained by these formation flags, but it has been broken by us." Ji Jianting felt a pity, because the light on the formation flags had dimmed, been destroyed, and could no longer be used.
"Look at what's in the sarcophagus." Just in case, Chen Yu pulled out the Donglei Sword, inserted the thin blade into the gap of a sarcophagus, and then gently pried it open.
With a click, the tightly sealed coffin lid was pried open.
Chen Yu gave Ji Jianting a look, and the fat Taoist priest kicked up the coffin lid, causing it to hit the ground with a clang.
The two of them looked into the coffin and saw only a skeleton with white bones, and the traditional costume of the Holy Spirit Cult was broken.
The skeleton is quite small and slender. It must have been a beautiful and fragrant beauty in life, but 30,000 years later, in the eyes of future generations, it is so gloomy and terrifying.
Ji Jianting and Chen Yu are both monks and will not be afraid. If ordinary mortals came here, they would probably faint.
No matter whether he is a common people or a general or a prince, no matter whether he is inactive or his name goes down in history, they all look the same after death, with their bodies rotting and leaving a pile of empty bones.
"What a shame, what a shame." Ji Jianting turned over the skull frame and took out a sword from under the bones.
The sword is a magical weapon, not ordinary iron. Unfortunately, it has become rusty and has lost its spirituality. It can't even cut a piece of tofu, let alone kill people.
Next, Chen Yu and Ji Jianting opened the lids of all the sarcophagi, revealing bones inside.
The burial objects of these bones are all the magical tools used during life. There are no exercises, no elixirs, and not even gold, silver, and jewelry.
Forty-seven coffins and forty-seven different magic weapons, none of them are usable. Even if they are sold for scrap metal, they are not worth a few copper coins.
"Ah!" Ji Jianting spit hard at a stone coffin, "You are so damn poor, you have wasted so much energy."
"These forty-seven people should be the men who established the foundation with the Holy Spirit Cult Taizu 30,000 years ago. Otherwise, they would not be qualified to be buried here." Chen Yu's eyes flickered as he looked towards the tomb passage leading deeper.
"Master Tao, I'm not interested in their identities, I just want burial objects." Ji Jianting said angrily.
"Why are you in a hurry? Keep going forward." Chen Yu greeted the fat Taoist priest, and the two of them continued walking deeper.
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It was pitch dark inside the tomb passage, and you couldn't see your fingers. The deeper you went, the stronger the cold feeling became.
Fortunately, Chen Yu and Ji Jianting are both monks in the Golden Core Realm, so this darkness is not enough.
After walking a long distance, at least two to three hundred meters, we finally reached the end of the tomb chamber.
The space at the end is quite large, and the four stone walls are covered with thick and colorful murals, which are extremely lifelike and vivid.
The contents of the murals are different and there are many characters, but there is a man like this whose appearance rate is extremely high.
The man is dressed in shining golden armor, and his face is covered by a golden mask. He is riding a horse, holding a spear, and is fighting in a bloody battle.
"This man should be the ancestor of the Holy Spirit Cult, right?" Chen Yu looked at Ji Jianting.
"What are you looking at me for? How do I know, Taoist Master?" the unscrupulous Taoist priest curled his lips.
"Thankfully, you are still the third elder of the Holy Spirit Sect. You can't even recognize your own ancestors." Chen Yu said with disdain.
"Master Dao, I don't want to be an elder. I just came here to dig graves. Now my dream has come true, hehe." Ji Jianting grinned, not to mention how wretched he was.
There is nothing substantial in the murals, and after more than 30,000 years, many of them are damaged and cannot be seen clearly.
Chen Yu looked around and saw that although the tomb was large in area, except for a coffin in the center, there was nothing else in the rest of the place.
"Let's go!" Chen Yu called Ji Jianting, and the two came to the coffin.
The coffin is extremely old, after all, it is 30,000 years old. The walls of the coffin are carved with flowers, plants, insects and birds, which are lifelike. yyls
"Everyone says that the founder of the Holy Spirit Sect is buried here. Guess, is that true?" Ji Jianting patted the coffin lid with his hand.
"Don't touch it!" Chen Yushang was observing the coffin and had already warned him, but it was a pity that it was too late.
"I'm afraid of a hammer. I've traveled all over the country, and I've dug eight thousand graves instead of ten thousand... Oh my god...!" Ji Jian screamed strangely, and the palms of his hands hurt.
"Let me see!" Chen Yu grabbed Ji Jianting's right hand.
But I saw a little black stain on the palm of the right hand where the fat Taoist priest had patted the coffin lid.
This black stain was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain became more and more intense, and the unscrupulous Taoist priest turned pale.
"Zhu Nao Nao, don't you know who is buried here? How dare you be so careless?" Chen Yu scolded.
It is really unimaginable that Ji Jianting, who is so careless and does not care about his own life, can dominate the tomb robbing world and live for such a long time.