With a few flashes, Chen Wuhui escaped from the great hall. However, he discovered that Mo Wen did not escape. Instead, he stood motionless in mid-air with his arms crossed, as though he was watching a show.
"Mo Wen, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and escape."
Chen Wuhui had no choice but to stop and urge him. Right now, Bu Zhangkun and the others were in front of the coffin. Once they obtained the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell, they would most likely surround Mo Wen and covet his treasures.
No one would complain about having too many treasures. He believed that even if they obtained the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell, they would not let Mo Wen off.
"Old Grandfather Chen, you go first. I have my own plans."
Mo Wen waved his hand and a strong wind blew past. Then, a gentle force acted on Chen Wuhui and sent him out. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the passageway outside the great hall.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Wuhui was sent to the underground river by the strong wind. He came out faster than he could fly. For a moment, he felt as though he had turned into the wind.
Chen Wuhui was secretly surprised. He looked at the deep passageway and muttered to himself for a moment. Then, he decisively left. Mo Wen must have had his reasons for doing so. At this time, he could not interfere. After all, he did not know Mo Wen well enough.
Right now, Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian had already obtained a large number of immortal cultivation materials in the first great hall. There were many things that they could not carry, so they could only take the better ones.
Once they saw Chen Wuhui come out, the two of them immediately came over.
Whether it was Chen Zikuang or Xia Kunqian, they were covered in bags of all sizes. One bag was almost bigger than their entire bodies. Fortunately, they were ancient martial art practitioners with high cultivation, so the weight was not a problem at all.
Other than Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian, some ancient martial art practitioners who had not entered the second great hall also had bags of all sizes. Their cultivation was not high, so they did not dare to enter the second great hall. They could only obtain some materials in the first great hall.
"How was it?" Chen Wuhui asked as soon as he came out.
"We gained a lot this time."
Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian both looked very excited. Clearly, they had gained a lot this time.
"Let's go quickly."
Chen Wuhui looked back, then straightened his clothes. He lowered his head and walked out without a word. There were six or seven spirit artifacts hidden in his clothes. Other than the Lower Grade Spiritual Weapons, there were also Middle Grade Spiritual Weapons, enough to make any sect jealous.
Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian didn't know what was going on, but they had a tacit understanding not to ask. Only after walking out of the cave did Chen Zikuang ask, "Where's Mo Wen?"
"He …"
Chen Wuhui laughed bitterly and said, "I don't know what he meant by that. He said he could only make arrangements. Don't worry about him. Even if something happens to him, I won't be able to help him with my current abilities. I might even be a burden to him. "
Although he didn't say it out loud, he also thought of something at this moment. Mo Wen's attitude just now seemed to indicate that he was interested in the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell. However, how could he be so daring as to actually rob it?
Both Purple Qi Pavilion and Five Beasts Sect had mobilized their sects, but he was alone. Moreover, he had already incurred the hatred of the four experts. If he snatched the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell now, they would not let him go.
…
In the great hall, Mo Wen crossed his arms and floated quietly in mid-air. He looked at the people approaching the coffin with a cold smile on his face.
Jiang Pingzhou was the first to fly to the coffin. He had no respect for the person in the coffin, the ancient elder of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. With a slap of his palm, a thick inner force surged out. He tried to smash the red wood coffin into pieces.
However, the power of Jiang Pingzhou's palm did not shatter the red wood coffin. The coffin did not move an inch, as if it had not been affected at all.
Who was Jiang Pingzhou? He was the leader of the Medical Sect. A later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner. With the strength of his palm, not to mention a coffin, even a large rock could be smashed into powder.
The expressions of the people around them changed slightly. No one had expected that a seemingly ordinary coffin would actually be so extraordinary.
Jiang Pingzhou's face darkened. He had not expected that this coffin would actually be so extraordinary. In front of so many people, it could be said that he had lost some face. However, on second thought, the coffin was also extraordinary. That meant that the possibility of the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell being inside was higher. In an instant, his gaze became more and more heated.
"The coffin seems to have runes carved on it. It is not an ordinary item."
Bu Zhangkun's eyes flashed as he said in a low voice. Runes were something that often appeared in the Immortal Cultivation world. Ancient martial art practitioners did not know much about them. They only knew that they existed.
The runes in the Immortal Cultivation world often represented a mysterious power. This power could be used to refine magical treasures, set up stratagems, create spell talismans, and even refine magical treasures …
From a certain point of view, runes were equivalent to a transformation of the power of immortal cultivators. Bu Zhangkun did not know the specifics. He only knew that items with runes were usually items of immortal cultivators.
For example, on spiritual weapons, there were runes hidden that ancient martial art practitioners could not see. On stratagem flags and stratagem boards, there were similar things.
The fact that there were runes on the coffin was enough to show that the coffin was related to immortal cultivators. It was even possible that the coffin was a spiritual weapon.
In an instant, the way everyone looked at the coffin changed. Anything that had runes on it was a treasure to ancient martial art practitioners.
Mo Wen was not interested in the coffin. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that although there were runes on the coffin, it could not be considered a magical treasure. It could not even be considered a spiritual weapon of the lowest rank. It could only be said that it was made by an immortal cultivator.
Such an item did not have any practical use. He was more interested in the person who had imprinted the runes on the coffin. An ancient martial art practitioner should not be able to set up everything in this great hall. There must have been an immortal cultivator involved. It was impossible for an ancient martial art practitioner to have such an understanding of immortal cultivator items.
Even if he did not understand stratagem techniques, it was impossible for him to set up a stratagem like the eight stone pillars.
Could it be that there were immortal cultivators in Luofeng Sect back then?
However, even if there were immortal cultivators, they should not have been high-level immortal cultivators. Otherwise, a group of ancient martial art practitioners would not have been unable to withstand the unknown stratagem.
Naturally, Jiang Pingzhou would not give up. This time, he did not use any destructive methods. Instead, he drew a long sword from his waist. The tip of the sword trembled, and he suddenly stabbed it into the gap between the coffin and the coffin lid. Then, he held the sword and prepared to lift the coffin.
However, to everyone's surprise, the coffin suddenly released a red light. Then, with a clang, it directly broke Jiang Pingzhou's long sword. A shocking power surged out, causing Jiang Pingzhou to retreat.
"D * mn it."
Jiang Pingzhou cursed softly. Originally, he had been in the lead. However, he had been repeatedly obstructed in front of the coffin. At this time, Bu Zhangkun, Jiang Jingtao, and the others had already arrived. His advantage was gone in an instant.
"Idiot, let me do it."
Bu Zhangkun looked at Jiang Pingzhou mockingly. How could an immortal cultivator's item be destroyed by brute force? Just now, Jiang Pingzhou had been the first to leave the group, causing the few of them to fail in attacking Mo Wen. Now, whether it was Bu Zhangkun or Pavilion Leader Ye Rong, they did not like Jiang Pingzhou.
If he had not done this, they would not have immediately given up on Mo Wen.
Bu Zhangkun took a step forward, preparing to think of a way to open the coffin.
However, something unexpected happened. The coffin suddenly shook, as though something was struggling inside.
This change shocked everyone. One by one, they subconsciously stopped in their tracks. Their gazes were fixed on the coffin.
As the coffin shook, the coffin lid began to move bit by bit. The scene inside began to appear in front of everyone.
All the ancient martial art practitioners held their breaths. Their eyes stared unblinkingly at the coffin. Their expressions were somewhat nervous, afraid that the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell were not inside.
Rumble!
The coffin completely opened. A crimson light shone from the coffin, instantly illuminating the entire great hall. The thick crimson light caused everyone to be unable to see the scene in front of them for a moment. However, their senses were not blocked. A bone-chilling cold filled the great hall, causing everyone to subconsciously shiver.
The air was filled with the scent of blood. It was as though they were in a bloodbath.
In mid-air, Mo Wen's expression was grave. His silhouette flashed and he retreated tens of meters. He was practically pressed against one of the walls of the great hall.
"That is …?"
A look of shock flashed in Pavilion Leader Ye Rong's eyes. She held the Purple Bottle Gourd in one hand. The purple light released by the gourd slowly isolated her from the crimson light around her. Hence, among everyone present, her visibility was the highest.
A person slowly climbed out of the coffin. It was a very tall person.
A living person?
How could there be a living person in this great hall? Furthermore, he was lying in a coffin!
Pavilion Leader Ye Rong was a little stunned. The incomprehensible situation caused a layer of coldness to envelop her heart.
Roar!
A sound that sounded like the roar of a wild beast suddenly rang out. The sound was like rolling thunder, seemingly exploding in everyone's ears. Everyone's vision went black. They felt dizzy and dazzled.
Pfft! Pfft!
Some of the ancient martial art practitioners with lower cultivation directly spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Their bodies flew backward, their faces pale beyond compare.
Bu Zhangkun and the others, who were standing closest to the roar, also trembled and retreated more than ten steps. Their Qi and blood surged and they were almost injured.
Far away in the corner of the great hall, Mo Wen's gaze wavered. The roar had actually affected him. With his soul power, unless it was an immortal cultivator's Deified Soul or he had the help of some strange treasure, it was impossible for it to affect him from such a distance.
After all, his current soul power was second only to an immortal cultivator's Deified Soul.
The crimson light faded and a tall silhouette walked out.
"What kind of monster is that?"
Jiang Pingzhou let out a strange cry. His voice changed slightly as he subconsciously retreated a few steps.
The silhouette was more than three meters tall. Its upper body was bare and it had dark green skin. It had scarlet eyes and three inches of fangs grew out of its mouth. Its ten fingers were like beast claws and its nails were like hooks.
The monster, which did not look like a human or a ghost, released a shocking and terrifying aura. (To be continued.)
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