Doomsday Rise

Such a large cemetery is comparable in size to a city. The coffins should be made of pure gold, not to mention golden nanmu, or they should be rare treasures of heaven and earth, but no, at least one ordinary coffin that everyone has seen has mottled paint. The material should be sand tree, which has a low density and is characterized by lightness.

In the past, burials were practiced in rural areas, and coffins had to be carried deep into the mountains. Choosing sand trees can save a lot of energy. Of course, this is not the main reason. The real reason is the economic level. There are sand trees all over the mountains and plains, and they are cheap.

In such a large tomb, a coffin made of sand trees appears, no matter how you look at it, it feels inconsistent. In the place where the paint was exposed, the traces of insect bites and ants can be clearly seen. The bottom of the coffin, whether it is due to the heavy humidity or other reasons, is faintly moldy. I am afraid that if it is lifted, the bottom plate will fall off.

"The length is 2.21 meters and the height is 80.5 centimeters. This is an adult's coffin." Zhang Yangjin's eyes do not know what they are made of, but they can still measure the scale, accurate to millimeters.

"The direction is wrong, why is it in the north, the north is the master of killing!" Huang Bofu raised his eyebrows.

"Could it be that someone brought this material inadvertently?" Wang Erdao, but he himself believed that tombs, whether they were ancient or modern, were extremely serious matters, and no mistakes could be tolerated. It is impossible to bring in a single plank, let alone a coffin.

"Could it be the coffin in the burial pit? I don't know who put it here." Li Qingchuan guessed that this possibility is slightly higher, and it is impossible to bring it into the coffin casually, but it is still understandable if it is put in the wrong place.

"Even if it is a burial pit, it is impossible to use such a poor coffin." Huang Baifu said slowly, "For a large tomb of this level, the identities that can be buried with it are also unusual. Either the tomb owner's cronies, generals, or soldiers. These people are buried alive and will not be equipped with a coffin. Only the wife and concubine of the tomb owner are eligible to enjoy the coffin."

Everyone understood what he meant. Wife, concubine, equivalent to the hostess, the number two person in the cemetery, of course it is impossible to use such a coffin.

"Why do you think so much? Open it up and you'll know." A master with a full interspatial ring listened to their discussion for a long time, but didn't move the coffin, feeling impatient.

"It makes sense!" Zhang Yangjin took a step forward and stopped. That master is worried that the good things will be robbed, whoosh

He came to the coffin with a bang. His weapon is a hook, which catches the lid of the coffin and pulls it hard.

"ah--"

He let out a scream, and his body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, inch by inch, seemingly slowly, but actually as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, a large living person was gone, and only the weapon fell to the ground with a clang.

Everyone's hairs stood on end, Zhang Yibu had already taken half a step, and then quietly took it back.

"Anyone see what's going on?" Huang Bofu looked at Zhang Yibu and Ji Wushen, who had heavenly eyes.

"I didn't see anything." Zhang Yibu shook his head, his face full of solemnity. The unknown is the scariest thing. Those who can live here are not masters. But he was killed without even the strength to resist. The distance is so close, but he didn't notice it at all. This is the scariest thing.

"I didn't see it either." Ji Wushen originally disdained activities with other people, but at this time she moved closer to everyone unconsciously.

With the strength of a master, with a strong pull, not to mention a coffin lid, even a small mountain can be overturned. But the coffin lay quietly in the corner, not even a single sawdust fell.

"There has been a change." Zhang Wuhe exclaimed.

The coffin board opened silently and miraculously, and the creaking sound came from inside the coffin, which was so ear-piercing in the silent space. Liu Wei'an's goosebumps came up, Yan'er held onto his arm tightly, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was full of fear. The swordsman holds his sword across his chest, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The expressions of the others were similar, staring at the coffin. At this time, the ancient survivors came in, heard the voice stop, and watched quietly without disturbing.

Shiro shadow flickered,

A mummy sat up inside the coffin, the eyeballs were gone, and the black eye sockets stared straight at everyone, which shocked everyone.

"Damn, a dead man!" A master cursed, although this dead man was weird, he was not afraid of it. The living are not afraid, but the dead are also afraid.

The mummy is an adult man, about forty years old, with well-maintained, black and shiny hair. I don’t know how long he has been lying in this dark place. It’s amazing that his hair doesn’t fall out, and it still keeps its luster. I don’t know what brand of shampoo he used. It is estimated that there were no skin care products in that era.

Otherwise, the skin will not be dry, just like the bark.

Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Ji Wushen, who was calm even in the face of death, changed his face drastically, pointing at the mummy and saying, "He is holding the "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra"!" Because he was too excited, his voice trembled slightly.

Except for Yan'er, everyone's body trembled.

The mummy is holding a piece of unknown skin, exuding an ancient aura. Because of the angle, only the first three words can be seen: "Indestructible Legend..." According to the specifications of the cemetery, the only scripture that is eligible to appear in this place is the "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra".

From ancient times to the present, there is only one scripture that can be crowned with the name of Immortality--"Indestructible Inheritance Sutra".

"The Sutra of Immortal Inheritance is really the Sutra of Indestructible Inheritance!" Master Wei couldn't help but took a step forward, his expression excited.

"The "Imperishable Inheritance Sutra" appeared here. I thought it was lost. It turned out to be acquired by the king. It's great." General Zhao, who was not tempted by anything, clenched his fists.

"The "Immortal Inheritance Sutra" belongs to me." For the first time, the black-clothed nobleman had emotional fluctuations.

Those masters who betrayed Zhang Wuhe, some of them had never heard of the name of "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra", but this did not prevent them from making accurate judgments. Knowing that "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra" was a good thing, they shouted and rushed forward when they saw others still in a daze.

"Looking for death!" Ji Wushen was furious, shooting him like a bolt of lightning.

"The "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra" is mine." Zhang Yibu took the initiative to attack Ji Wushen. Among all the people, he believed that Ji Wushen was the biggest threat.

"I'll help you!" Zhang Yangjin sacrificed the unique skills of the Zhang family.

The others moved, rushed towards the mummy, bumped into each other on the way, and blocked each other. The battle was extremely fierce. After a meeting, there were already casualties, and some people fell to the ground bleeding.

"Stay here and don't move." Liu Weian couldn't stand anymore, and rushed up, the swordsman followed closely behind him.

"A group of jumping clowns dare to get their hands on the "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra". General Zhao, I'm sorry for your trouble." A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed nobleman.

"No trouble, this is the duty of the last general." When General Zhao's finger landed on the hilt of the sword, a burst of soaring aura erupted, shaking everyone instantly. ()