The two figures were a man and a woman. The leading woman was about 23 or 24 years old. She wore a bright red dress and had a graceful figure. Her black gem-like eyes were filled with intelligence.
The man behind her was a gray-robed old man with a walking stick in his hand. His face was extremely old as if he was on the verge of death. However, his turbid eyes were shining brightly.
Ye Chen's gaze was fixed on the gray-robed old man.
Even though the latter did not have any aura on him, Ye Chen could still feel a hint of deterrence from him.
Void Refinement!
The Patriarch of Hell narrowed his eyes and secretly sent a voice transmission through Divine Consciousness, "Fellow Ye, I'm afraid these two people aren't ordinary."
Ye Chen nodded calmly.
The lady in red glanced at Ye Chen and the rest coldly. Subsequently, she fixed her gaze on the blood-red bronze coffin. She said without turning her head, "Elder Ku, is this the place?"
Hearing that, the gray-robed old man behind her nodded respectfully, "Young mistress, this is the tomb of the Warsky Martial God!"
"Warsky Martial God!"
Ye Chen and the rest also learned the name of the tomb master.
What surprised Ye Chen the most was that the Void Refinement old monster actually addressed the lady in red as young mistress. Clearly, the latter's background verified the Patriarch of Hell's guess.
The lady in red nodded slightly. Then, under everyone's gaze, she took a step forward and walked toward the blood-red coffin. Clearly, she was going to open it.
At that moment, a lazy voice rang out, "Little girl, we saw this place first."
The lady in red stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the Patriarch of Hell. She said blankly, "Just because you saw it first, does it mean it's yours?"
Even the gray-robed old man who was initially kind narrowed his eyes and sized up Hell. When his gaze landed on Ye Chen, he was stunned at first. Then, a hint of surprise flashed through the depths of his turbid eyes.
The Patriarch of Hell smirked coldly and said, "Whatever the patriarch sees is definitely the patriarch's. No one can take it from him. Whoever does will die!"
"Is that so?"
The woman in red was surprised. Just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw the old man's lips move slightly as if he was communicating with his divine sense.
A moment later, the lady in red's expression changed slightly. She looked at Ye Chen in bewilderment, "I'm Fang Ziyue from the Heaven Origin Trade Association. May I know how to address you, senior?"
"Ye Chen!" Ye Chen smiled lightly.
"It's Senior Ye!"
Fang Ziyue smiled and said slowly, "To be honest, I'm only here for one of the items in the coffin of the Heaven Battling Martial God. As for the rest, I won't compete with you for it."
"How do you know that we're willing to give you what you want?" Patriarch Yellow Spring had a faint smile on his face.
Hearing those words, Fang Ziyue frowned slightly. In the end, she said, "This item is not a precious treasure. It is useless to you all. In order to express my apology, I am willing to give senior a million spirit stones as compensation."
She lifted her hand slightly after saying that, and a storage ring shot at Ye Chen immediately, "There are 500,000 spirit stones in there. Consider it my sincerity!"
The Patriarch Yellow Spring caught it quickly. He scanned it with his Divine Consciousness and nodded lightly at Ye Chen.
Everyone was shocked to see that.
She was giving away a million spirit stones right off the bat. What a generous offer!
Sensing her sincerity, Ye Chen said calmly, "If the item that you guys want is useless to us after we open the coffin, I'll give it to you guys."
"Thank you!"
Fang Ziyue smiled and walked to the blood-red coffin immediately. She extended her slender hand and performed a strange seal. She then slapped the coffin lid hard.
Just when her hand was about to touch the coffin lid, the green hair that covered the coffin lid suddenly expanded. It then turned into countless sharp needles that pierced her palm hard.
Fang Ziyue was startled by the sharp pain that came from her palm. She immediately lowered her head to look at her palm, only to discover that there was quite a lot of blood flowing out from her palm. A few drops even fell on the lid of the blood-red bronze coffin.
Almost within the blink of an eye, the blood on the coffin lid disappeared as if it had been absorbed by the coffin lid.
"Are you alright, young mistress?"
Upon seeing that, the gray-robed old man behind her took a step forward.
Fang Ziyue endured the pain and frowned at the coffin lid that was covered in green hair. She said, "Old Ku, my hand was pierced by the corpse hair!"
The gray-robed old man's expression changed drastically when he heard that.
His young mistress had been practicing Martial Dao and cultivation since she was young. She was a dual cultivator of spells and martial arts. Her body had long reached the level of a treasure, yet she was pierced by a mere corpse hair.
While the two of them were talking, Ye Chen's gaze was fixed on the coffin lid. Unknowingly, he sensed that after the coffin lid absorbed the blood, there was a terrifying power coming from it.
"Retreat now!"
Thinking to this point, he suddenly shouted a reminder.
"Boom …"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red bronze coffin that was initially motionless like a dead object suddenly shook violently.
"Oh, no!"
The gray-robed old man also noticed the huge change. He immediately grabbed Fang Ziyue and retreated frantically.
Bang!!!
In that instant, the blood-red bronze coffin suddenly exploded. Boundless scarlet blood energy and extremely condensed corpse energy surged out violently.
At the next moment!
From the mist that was mixed with blood energy and corpse energy, a large claw covered in long green fur suddenly reached out, accompanied by a mighty roar that sounded like a murderer.
The target of the jade-green claw was Song Qiye!
"Retreat!"
Ye Chen waved his sleeve and retreated with everyone. At the same time, he took a step forward and used his fingers as a saber to slash at the jade-green claw.
Clang!
His attack was enough to kill a perfected Soul Formation cultivator. However, when it landed on the jade-green claw, there was the sound of metal colliding, accompanied by dazzling sparks.
With the help of the attack, Ye Chen retreated to everyone again. He then looked at the black shadow in the mist.
As the mist gradually dispersed, a body that was completely dyed red with blood energy walked slowly into everyone's line of sight.
Its body was extremely tall, and it was one-third taller than an ordinary person. Its entire body was covered in green fur that looked like steel needles, and its pupils were like two heavenly swords that could pierce one's soul. It was like a god that walked in the mortal world.
Ye Chen felt pressured as soon as it appeared. Meanwhile, the expression of the gray-robed old man changed drastically as his pupils constricted.
"I-It really turned into a zombie!" Yang Hao shouted in shock. He hid behind Ye Chen and did not dare to peek his head out.
The Patriarch of Hell said loudly, "There's another one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw another black shadow walk out of the almost thin fog. However, it was a humanoid skeleton.
There was also a nimble flame burning between its brows, but it was infinitely close to golden.
(End of this chapter)
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