Covering the Sky: I, Wang Teng, truly lack the bearing of an emperor.

Chapter 29 This humble Taoist priest, Duan De, and this humble monk, Wu Liang

Outside the Demon Emperor's tomb, some powerful forces have already sent people.

For example, the Yao Guang Holy Land, and the Ji family and other forces.

Although these holy families are not close to the birthplace of the Demon Emperor's tomb, they possess domain gates, allowing them to traverse thousands of miles in an instant and appear outside the Demon Emperor's tomb.

"After reading the original work, I thought these powerful forces were overestimating themselves and daring to plot against the Emperor's tomb, but now it seems that's not the case..." Wang Teng mingled in the crowd and looked up at the so-called big shots in the sky.

Don't be fooled by those people who are pulled by phoenixes and dragons, and who are dressed in golden armor and look very impressive.

However, most of them were only at the Four Extremes Secret Realm or the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and even the great powers did not have a good ending.

Using these people to try and seize the Demon Emperor's tomb is no different from sending them to their deaths.
Wang Teng realized that these powerful forces were aware of the dangers lurking in the Demon Emperor's Tomb, so they hadn't sent any powerful figures or living fossils, but only a few people to probe the area.

"I knew it! How could they send just these people to their deaths when facing the tomb of a great emperor?" Wang Teng realized.

He blended into the crowd. Although his cultivation level of the fourth level of the Dao Palace was not low, it was still just so-so. If Wang Teng kept a low profile, no one would notice him.

Of course, he could also be high-profile, directly driving the golden ancient war chariot, wielding the Heavenly Emperor's Holy Sword, and challenging the cultivators of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

However, it's unnecessary. This isn't my home turf. Being too flamboyant will attract the attention of the powerful figures in the Eastern Wilderness.

The current Wang Teng is a person who has traveled from the modern era, and he is not the high-profile, emperor-like Wang Teng from the original work. Therefore, he still quietly blends into the crowd.

In mid-air, after a brief argument, the so-called bigwigs from several factions reached a preliminary consensus.

They attacked together, bombarding the Demon Emperor's tomb.

Wang Teng stayed far away; he was just watching the show and didn't want to get into any trouble.

He knew exactly what was inside the Demon Emperor's tomb.

The strongest is the Green Copper Block, but Wang Teng won't let the Azure Emperor take root in his Sea of ​​Bitterness; he has too many secrets.

The existence of an imperial weapon can be kept secret from others, but it cannot be kept secret from a great emperor. If it is discovered, then there will be big problems.

Let's just give this thing to Ye Fan.

As for those spirit weapons, Wang Teng didn't have much interest in them. He would just let things take their course. He already had plenty of those things; he could even use his extravagant heirloom holy weapons interchangeably.

As for the Azure Emperor's imperial weapon?
Haha, their descendants are here, and the Azure Emperor didn't really die. What's the difference between letting Wang Teng snatch this thing right in front of him and dragging Ye Fan into the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land and kicking him hard in the abyss?
If he dares to do that, then we can consider changing the number and starting over.

To put it bluntly, even if the Chaotic Ancient Emperor were to be resurrected, he would still have to take a beating with him in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

Therefore, Wang Teng was exceptionally steady.

He sensed the aura of his own Dao Palace deity; Duan De had already infiltrated.

He kept his distance from his Dao Palace deity, and from this direction he could see Duan De and his Dao Palace deity, as well as the little brat sneaking around in the distance.

Wang Teng knew that it was Ye Fan!

As the Demon Emperor's tomb was opened, one after another, spirit weapons flew out, their immense power piercing through the bodies of some cultivators, either shattering them or sending up a trail of blood.

In an instant, screams of surprise and cries of agony echoed through the night sky.

Some people had a stroke of luck, and as soon as they started laughing, their bodies were pierced by weapons, and their spiritual weapons were taken away openly.

In Wang Teng's sight, Ye Fan was acting furtively, somewhat expectant but also nervous, after all, there was a fierce battle among powerful figures here.

Then, a beam of light flew directly to Ye Fan. Before Ye Fan could even examine it, Duan De arrived with Wang Teng's Dao Palace deities. "Amitabha!"

"Good, good, good!"

The short, stout Taoist priest and the tall, thin monk spoke at the same time.

Ye Fan clutched the object in his hand tightly, watching the two people in front of him warily.

His intuition told him that the visitor was up to no good!
"Young friend, I noticed you just picked up something. May I see it?" Duan De asked with a grin, his chubby face scrunched up.

"There's nothing here!" Ye Fan quickly said, gripping the object in his hand tightly.

“Esteemed benefactor, this humble monk sees a dark patch between your eyebrows, which may indicate a bloody disaster. You should let us see that thing, otherwise, if we were to take action, it would be bad if you were to bleed.” The tall, thin monk clasped his hands together, appearing compassionate and merciful.

Duan De looked at his good partner in shock, feeling ashamed of himself. How come he couldn't have come up with such a good idea?

Across from him, Ye Fan's face darkened, but looking at the two people in front of him, he reluctantly took out what he was holding.

"Incredible!" Duan De suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh? Brother, have you figured something out?" the tall, thin monk immediately asked.

“I’ve figured something out, but what exactly… let me test you!” Duan De looked at the tall, thin monk beside him and said in a serious tone.

Young Ye Fan's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly, "These two just want to steal my things, how can they be so self-righteous?"

"Excellent, excellent! If I'm not mistaken, this spirit weapon comes from the Demon Emperor's tomb! Tombs have always been places where evil spirits gather, and it's inevitable that vengeful spirits and lingering thoughts will attach themselves to them, which ordinary people can't see. However, if you carry it for a long time, you will inevitably be invaded by evil thoughts and lose your mind without realizing it!"

The tall, thin monk glanced at it briefly, then quickly put it down, clasped his hands together, and chanted "Amitabha."

Duan De was immediately awestruck!

He needs friends like that to work with!
This collaboration was definitely worthwhile!

"Yes! Let me introduce myself. My Taoist name is Duan De, and this is my sworn brother, whose Buddhist name is Wu Liang. We two brothers have been going in and out of the Great Tomb for a long time, and our specialty is dealing with the evil spirits attached to these things! If you mind, young friend, you can give us this thing, and we will use our magic to get rid of the evil spirits for you! Of course, this process may take a while!" Duan De introduced himself and then started rambling.

Ye Fan's face grew increasingly dark. "I think I can suppress such a mere evil spirit."

“Young friend! As you said those words, the black aura between your brows grew even thicker, indicating that the calamity of bloodshed is imminent!” said the tall, thin monk Wuliang.

The short, stout Taoist priest coughed twice and stepped forward.

"Stop, stop, stop! Here you go!" Ye Fan said with a dark face.

These two thugs are clearly not good people; they threaten each other at the slightest disagreement. He should probably back down.

Anyway, there are so many people here, and his cultivation level isn't high enough. Even if he gets something, he might not be able to take it out.

“Amitabha, well said, well said. Since you trust us so much, we will certainly not disappoint you.” The tall, thin monk Wuliang spoke, taking something from his robes and handing it to Ye Fan. “This is a gift from you, young friend, as if we are destined to meet again. May we meet again someday!”

After saying that, the tall, thin monk and the short, stout Taoist priest left without looking back.

They continued to chase the light of the summoned weapon and came to a seemingly ordinary boy.

"Young friend, I see you..."

Wang Teng remained calm as he watched Duan De begin his performance.

(End of this chapter)