A group of people surrounded the Black Crystal Coffin. In this terrifying Devil's Triangle Zone, on a miraculous island, in the ruins deep underground, in front of them was an ancient corpse that might have been buried 2,000 years ago.
Due to the various strange occurrences, everyone could not help but feel numb on their backs. Their eyes were filled with nervousness, fear, and fear.
Nick saw that he could not stop Marquis Zeon, who had made up his mind. He could only take out magic materials from his inner pocket and began to set up a magic array outside the Black Crystal Coffin.
Zeon was also convinced when he saw Nick doing this. After all, even though he had done things like opening coffins countless times around the world, he would still feel a little nervous when it came to it. After all, in these coffins that were hundreds of years old or even thousands of years old, there would often be some inexplicable oddities. Especially with his previous experience on this island, it made him even more worried.
After all, he was a person who had experienced countless storms, unlocked the potential of the human body, and developed God's Possession (the power of the mind). Letting out a breath, Zeon forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart and allowed Nick to set up the magic array.
Five minutes later, around the coffin, everyone's eyes were showing more and more irritation. Zeon gasped for breath as he looked at Nick, who was still setting up the magic array. He finally could not help but say, "Are you done? How much longer do you need? I'm going to open the coffin! "
"Done." Nick frowned and looked at the anxious and impatient crowd. He said, "This ancient tomb is too strange. Don't you think that the way you look now is a little strange?
I still suggest that you don't open this coffin. Inside... I feel that there's something very, very evil inside. "
"Don't talk nonsense. No matter how evil it is, how can it be faster than the Type 77 in our hands?" Zeon waved his hand and pointed to the strongest, tallest, and most loyal fighter in the crowd, Ali, and said, "You, you open the coffin."
"Everyone, spread out."
Ali's expression was as cold as ever. He casually took the shovel from his companion and stuck it on the coffin lid.
Everyone, including Zeon, held their breaths when they saw this scene. They surrounded the Black Crystal Coffin, their eyes fixed on Ali's movements.
Countless guns were aimed at the coffin, as if they would open fire if anything jumped out of it.
Creaking sounds came from the contact between the shovel and the coffin. Under Zeon's urging, the black crystal coffin was finally opened slowly. Ali threw away the shovel and pushed open the coffin.
With a rumble, the coffin lid was pushed to the ground. A bone-chilling cold rushed out, causing everyone present to shiver.
The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees all of a sudden. The light in the flashlight suddenly dimmed, making the surroundings even darker.
Ali stood beside the black crystal sarcophagus in a daze. He lowered his head and stared at the interior of the sarcophagus. It was unknown what he saw.
Gene swallowed his saliva and urged, "Ali, what did you see?"
Ali remained motionless. Zeon urged him a few more times before impatiently leading his men to charge forward.
As soon as he came to the side of the coffin, he sucked in a breath of cold air. There was a person inside the coffin, but it was not a shriveled corpse like he had imagined. Instead, it was a young man with pale skin and a slender figure.
The youth gave off the feeling that he was still alive.
But what caught Gene's attention the most was the sword in the young man's chest. It was about a meter long, and the body of the sword was crystal clear, as if there were countless flowing clouds rolling in it. Colorful fluorescent lights were reflected from the body of the sword. Even if he didn't know the origin of the sword, he could tell that it must be of extraordinary value.
And this sword was the remnant of Zuo Zhicheng's twenty-one years of continuous cultivation of martial arts and Taoist techniques. In the end, he had suppressed and repelled the power of the Six Desires Demonic Octopus.
This sword was purely made up of Zuo Zhicheng's negative emotions. It was a pure concept weapon that gathered Zuo Zhicheng's lust, evil thoughts, and various negative human emotions, as well as the darkest part of his Qi.
This was a demonic sword through and through.
Zeon subconsciously reached for the magic sword and grabbed it in his arms.
He seemed to be able to hear a voice ringing out in his heart, 'This sword is mine.'
'He is the most perfect treasure in the world. '
'He is the greatest pursuit in your life. '
'With him, you will have endless wealth, invincible power, and the right to rule over the world. '
Many evil voices rang out in Zeon's mind. He used his fastest speed to wrap up the demonic sword, causing the people who had rushed over to only be able to see the general appearance of the sword.
Ali looked at the demonic sword that was wrapped up in Zeon's arms and asked, "Sir..."
A voice rang out in Zeon's mind once again, 'You're the only one who can have this sword. You're its only owner.'
'Take this sword for yourself. Who cares if they die! '
"Don't talk nonsense," Zeon said anxiously. Jean said in a panic, "I'll go back to the ship first. Tear the body in the coffin apart with your guns."
Seeing that everyone was hesitating, he added, "Do as I say! When I come back, I'll give each of you 100 lira. "
With that, he hugged the demonic sword and dashed out without turning back, disappearing in a flash. His speed seemed to be much faster than before.
"What's wrong with him?" Nick looked at Zeon in confusion before turning to look at the young man in the coffin. He let out a gasp as the young man in the coffin opened his eyes.
"He's alive!"
"Zombie! It's a zombie! "
The people in the surroundings raised their guns and retreated. Nick was also shocked and instinctively retreated. Then he saw the young man in the coffin sit up abruptly.
Seeing this scene, Nick anxiously said, "Wait a minute!"
However, he was too late. The moment Zuo Zhicheng sat up, over ten guns opened fire at the same time. A densely-packed metal storm enveloped Zuo Zhicheng and the coffin he was in. However, all the bullets stopped in front of Zuo Zhicheng. After a slight pause, all the bullets were reflected back at him.
Then, the young man turned around and slapped his palm in a strange 180-degree posture across the air. A man who was about to launch a flamethrower was directly turned into a pile of meat paste.
Screams continued to ring out nearby. Nick looked at Zuo Zhicheng's head in the coffin and shouted, "Don't use guns!"
Looking at the young man's confused eyes and strange movements, Nick shouted again, "He's probably not fully awake yet. He's just sensing hostility and counterattacking."
After a few more people died, the coffin quieted down again.
Just as Nick said, after everyone stopped attacking, Zuo Zhicheng in the coffin also stopped attacking. His head was tilted and he seemed to be in a trance.
Gasping sounds could be heard from everyone's mouths. Just as everyone was extremely nervous, a slight tremor suddenly came from under their feet.
"This is?" Nick looked at the back of Zuo Zhicheng's head in disbelief. He saw countless black flames endlessly entering the back of his head from the void.
At the same time, the entire Holy Tomb shook violently. The strange phenomenon in the sky, the whirlpool in the sea, the ice, the flames, the lightning, and all the other strange phenomena that defied the laws of nature disappeared one by one. All the dissipated energy once again entered Zuo Zhicheng's body.
His will was also like a soul returning to his body. His mind was gradually recovering.
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