Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 10 Regret
"Yin soldiers?"

Yang Zhu quickly thought of that mysterious force. Could it be that the Demon Saint has some unknown connection with the underworld?
The Yellow Spring Water and the Ghost Soldiers have already appeared. Could it be true as we guessed?
Yang Zhu retreated to Jiang Yifei's side and secretly breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that his life was not in danger.

"What's wrong with me?"

Not long after, Jiang Yifei woke up, sat up from the ground, rubbed his eyebrows gently, and tried to recall what had just happened.

Originally he was still immersed in the shock of Jiumi, but unexpectedly, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

With his level of cultivation and his status as the heir of an ancient family, he has a life-saving treasure on him, so it should not be so easy to subdue him.

But the opponent belongs to a mysterious force that makes people tremble with fear just by hearing its name, and this seems to be their main battlefield.

All these reasons combined together can explain why Jiang Yifei was taken away so quietly.

"I encountered some mishaps, but now everything is fine."

"Thank you very much."

Jiang Yifei's cheeks were as white as jade, and he was definitely handsome. He smiled gently and tapped his chin lightly.

With his intelligence, how could he not know that Yang Zhu had just saved him? He silently remembered this favor and would definitely repay it when he had the chance in the future.

hum~
At this time, the bronze coffin began to tremble slightly, and the iron chains that bound it shook violently, making a crisp sound.

"What should we do? Should we retreat?"

It happened so suddenly that no one knew what was going on.

After thinking for a while, Yang Zhu shook his head and said, "No hurry, I want to see what's inside."

The shaking became more and more violent, until the entire cave was shaking.

boom!boom!
The iron chains that bound the bronze coffin could not bear the pressure and were stretched tight by the huge force. Then they broke one by one!
All the chains broke completely, and the bronze coffin, no longer restrained, fell down with a dull bang.

Then they were surprised to find that the moment the coffin fell to the ground, all the formations around it disappeared completely.

Without any restrictions, the two of them went forward to check it out.

"There are restrictions on it, but it's not dangerous. It's like a kind of seal."

Jiang Yifei leaned over to take a look, and with his extensive experience, he came to a conclusion.

“You’ll know once you open it.”

After saying this, Yang Zhu stretched out his hand and pushed forward, releasing an invisible force in an attempt to open the coffin lid.

Boom boom boom!
The coffin lid was extremely heavy, and every time it moved a little, it made a dull sound.

The huge sound echoed in the enclosed space, becoming increasingly deeper and deeper, like heavenly sound, deafening.

For a moment, both of their hearts seemed to skip a beat and they felt an indescribable palpitation.

When the coffin lid was completely opened and placed horizontally on the ground, that feeling completely disappeared.

Yang Zhu leaned over to check, but the expected corpse did not appear. There was only a piece of clothing lying in the coffin.

"How is this going?"

When Jiang Yifei saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown. With his knowledge and experience, he had never heard of such a thing before.

There was nothing special about that dress, it was even very ordinary.

It was neither glass silk nor made of special materials, but simply a piece of coarse linen.

Maybe it's because I've worn it for too long that some parts have faded and it looks very ordinary.

The only noticeable thing was the pool of bright red blood on the chest of the shirt. Even after so many years, it was still bright red, as if it had just flowed out.

There was no corpse in the coffin, but a set of blood-stained clothes, which exuded a sense of weirdness everywhere.

After making sure there was no danger, Yang Zhu gently reached out and wanted to pick up the clothes to check if there was anything hidden underneath.

Who would have thought that the moment his fingers touched his clothes, the blood soaking his chest seemed to come alive, becoming more vivid, exuding a powerful mysterious aura. The blood was glittering with a faint halo that enveloped the surroundings, glittering brightly.

"what happened?"

The sudden change startled the two of them.

As they watched, several lines emerged from the blood, slowly rising and condensing into a piece of text.

Yang Zhu held his breath and quickly read through the content, then sighed in his heart.

According to the brief introduction above, the owner of the Yin Tomb is indeed a demon saint, whose name is Qingyu Demon Saint.

"The Demon Saint Qingyu was extremely talented back then, and he was already famous at the young age.

Later, he even shook the East Desert with his might. With a stomp of his foot, the clouds moved in all directions. He was so powerful that I could never have imagined…"

Jiang Yifei had heard of this man's deeds and sighed when he recalled them.

At that time, people thought that he was in seclusion, planning to reach a higher level, but who knew that his time was up.

According to the text, the Demon Saint was full of energy and blood in his past, and his life span was at least a thousand years old. However, he accidentally came into contact with some terrible things.

Since then, strange things have happened frequently and I have encountered many weird things. Gradually, my consciousness began to blur and sometimes I would act out of control.

Even though he had become a saint, he couldn't find out the reason, let alone fight back.

You can imagine how helpless he was at that time.

It is difficult to produce a saint in this era, and the powerful are almost the top fighting force in the open.

Becoming a saint is like being reborn, a qualitative leap. The difference in realm is like heaven and earth.

It is not just a saying that below a saint, all are ants.

Having suffered all kinds of torture during his lifetime, in order to avoid being entangled after death, or even doing things that harm all living beings, the Demon Saint came up with a plan.

He took out his underwear, which had greatly damaged his cultivation, and watered it with his own blood, and then buried him in a bronze coffin.

This was done to achieve the purpose of replacing the original with the fake one, and to confuse the thing into thinking that the person in the coffin was him.

At the same time, they chose an extremely yin place and built the tomb under the water of Yellow Springs, relying on the yin terrain to cover up the qi and avoid being found.

As the saying goes, it’s darkest under the lamp. The more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

"A powerful man of his generation, in order not to harm the world, really has good intentions."

After understanding the whole cause and effect, the two couldn't help but feel regretful that a powerful man of his generation, who was in high spirits, had to encounter such a thing.

They looked around and carefully observed the altar below. It turned out that something related to the Demon Saint was sealed inside.

The Demon Saint's natal magic weapon, a complete holy weapon, was also affected by that thing and became extremely dangerous.

"The thing is right down there, what do you think?"

Yang Zhu asked the other party what he thought. His inner thought was to help the Demon Saint refine the holy weapon and fulfill his wish.

"This is too dangerous. How confident are you?"

Jiang Yifei was well aware of the power of the holy weapons. With just a wisp of holy power, the mountains were like paper in front of it and were easily shattered.

Before the ancient times, in order to avoid destroying Beidou, the saints chose to go to the outer domain for the decisive battle.

The might of the holy soldiers makes the world tremble with fear!
Even in the holy land, such a transcendent existence, there are not many complete holy weapons, most of them are incomplete.

"How will you know if you don't try."

Yang Zhu said it lightly, he had made up his mind and vowed to refine it.

(End of this chapter)