In the coffin, the Holy Spirit Cult Taizu seemed to be sleeping and dreaming. Outside the coffin, Chen Yu opened the "Holy Spirit Sutra" and faced Ji Jianting.
Ji Jianting's small eyes were unblinking. He started reading from the first page and did not dare to read a single word.
The photographic memory that is like a miracle in the eyes of the people of Li is easy for a monk, let alone Ji Jianting, who is in the Golden Core realm.
The fat Taoist priest can read very quickly, and he can remember ten lines at a time without forgetting them.
Time passed bit by bit, and the sky was getting dark outside. Ji Jianting finally finished reading.
"Huh!" Ji Jianting exhaled a long breath, and smiled happily. It is indeed the number one technique in the Xuanling world in ancient and modern times. It is too mysterious and profound.
After just reading it once, Ji Jianting had the illusion that his world view had been subverted.
"How is it?" Chen Yu closed the Holy Spirit Scripture and looked at Ji Jianting with a smile.
Ji Jianting was convinced and pointed his thumb at Wan Yaoling in the coffin, "A genius, a wizard, a genius, and also a madman."
"As long as you are satisfied!" Chen Yu stroked the cover of the ancient book and felt a strange feeling on his fingertips.
Chen Yu's intuition told him that the material in this book was definitely beyond his imagination.
"Let's see what else there is. It's a rare trip, don't miss a hair." Having learned from the past, Ji Jianting did not dare to directly touch the body of the Holy Spirit Cult's Taizu.
The fat Taoist priest inserted the machete under the corpse and turned the corpse over.
Sure enough, there was a long gun pressed against the side of the body.
The spear was silvery white in color, with fine cracks all over its body, as if it would shatter into pieces if you blew it.
The quality of the spear is not inferior to Chen Yu's Donglei Sword. It can be called an important weapon in the Xuanling Realm and belongs to the top category.
From this, we can also see how terrifying the Xuanling world was 30,000 years ago. The great ancestor of the Holy Spirit Sect almost broke his magic weapon before he killed it.
Ji Jianting licked his lips and looked at Chen Yu, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.
"I have Donglei. You can take this spear!" Chen Yu waved his hand grandly. Ji Jianting was so moved that he almost kissed him.
With a big hand, Ji Jianting pulled out the spear from the air.
He pulled out his machete, moved away from the coffin, and waved his spear twice.
"That's right, that's right. Heavy weapons in the Xuanling world are rare. Today, Master Tao, I also have one." Ji Jian rubbed the barrel of the gun with his eyes as if looking at a lover.
At this moment, Chen Yu suddenly thought of a question.
This coffin is not complete, it is truly tight, and there is no vacuum inside. Logically speaking, whether it is the corpse of the Holy Spirit Cult's great ancestor, or the heavy weapon spear, it will decay after 30,000 years.
The corpse will rot, the bones will turn to dust, and the spear will rust and turn into a pile of scrap metal.
But the truth is exactly the opposite!
"Could it be that the materials in this book caused this miracle?" Chen Yu took out the "Holy Spirit Sutra" again. He opened the ancient book, grabbed a corner with his thumb and index finger, and exerted force.
I can't tear it off!
Chen Yu was a little shocked. He had used all his strength to blow up even a towering mountain, let alone a piece of paper.
"Plop! Plop!" Chen Yu's heart beat violently in his chest.
This ancient book is most likely his biggest and most heaven-defying opportunity to enter the Xuanling Realm this time.
Calm down! Be calm! yyls
Chen Yu regained his composure and solemnly placed the Holy Spirit Book into King Solomon's ring.
I don’t know where Wan Yaoling obtained this ancient book 30,000 years ago.
At that time, the ancient book was probably empty, with not a single word in it. There was a high probability that Wan Yaoling also discovered the wonders of the ancient book, so he wrote the Holy Spirit's exercises on it.
This can also explain why Wan Yaoling did not pass on the Holy Spirit Sutra, but chose to take it into the coffin.
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"There is really nothing left!" After getting the spear, Ji Jianting checked every corner of the coffin and found nothing.
"That's pretty much it. People who are too greedy always end up badly." Chen Yu looked around and saw nothing of value, so he was ready to leave.
"Wait!" Ji Jianting suddenly stopped Chen Yu.
"What's wrong?" Chen Yu asked suspiciously.
"Master Tao, I have dug tombs, ranging from ten thousand to eight thousand. Many of the tomb owners will instruct their heirs to stuff a luminous pearl into their mouths before they die," Ji Jian said firmly.
"You are the best in the world of tomb robbers, and you won't even let go of a luminous pearl?" Chen Yu had a headache.
A luminous pearl would be extremely valuable in the secular world, but in the eyes of a monk, it is not as valuable as a spiritual stone.
Chen Yu has never seen such a greedy person in his life, and he really wants to stab him to death.
"No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat. Besides, for the elder seat, the Holy Spirit Cult killed Taoist Master and me several times." Ji Jianting said with a chuckle.
Chen Yu finally saw that Ji Jianteng was not only greedy and greedy, but also stingy.
Never make an enemy of this kind of person, otherwise he will really dig up the graves of your ancestors.
Rubbing his plump hands, Ji Jianting came to the coffin again. This time he was bold and took action directly.
Ji Jianting held the Holy Spirit Cult Taizu's mouth with his right hand and exerted slight pressure.
The corpse opened its mouth, but the mouth was empty.
"Hey, what a disappointment!" Ji Jian sighed and wanted to let go.
The next moment, the fat Taoist priest's movements, body, expression, and eyes all froze.
"Stop wasting time, can you hurry up?" Chen Yu said impatiently.
Ji Jianting still didn't speak, but Chen Yu saw a puddle of water spreading under the fat Taoist priest's feet.
This is... I was scared to death!
Chen Yu's eyes flashed and he rushed over. Just one glance made his hair stand on end.
The Holy Spirit in the coffin taught Taizu Wan Yaoling that his eyes that had been closed for 30,000 years were actually opened.
Those eyes were as black as ink, terrifying and ruthless, without any emotion that humans should have, and even colder-blooded than poisonous snakes.
"Let's go!" Chen Yu, his scalp numb, grabbed Ji Jianjian's shirt and rushed outside like lightning.
Chen Yu used all his strength, and within a few breaths, he rushed out of the tomb passage.
On the horizon, the sun is about to set. Today's sunset is particularly charming, like burning blood.
"How... how is it possible? Did I see it wrong?" Ji Jian Ting ignored his wet crotch and looked at Chen Yu with a trembling voice.
"You read that right, Wan Yaoling, who has been dead for thirty thousand years, has indeed opened his eyes!" Chen Yu said with a solemn expression.
"Master Tao, am I dreaming?" It's so ridiculous. The ancient man who has been dead for 30,000 years opened his eyes, which is indescribably weird.
"Could it be...the thoughts of gods!" Chen Yu murmured.
"God's thought? What is it?" Ji Jianting wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked tremblingly.
"If it is really a god's thought, we will be in big trouble!" Chen Yujian frowned.