The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

Click...click...

As Partridge Whistle pressed the relief of the human eye, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, and the stone door in front of him also began to move. However, the stone door did not open inward, but slowly sank into the ground.

Before long, Shimen was completely submerged in the underground excavation.

At this moment, the scene behind the stone gate also came into everyone's view.

Although the light inside the hall was dim, everyone could see that there was a huge stone platform in front of them, and on the platform, they could vaguely see a purple-gold coffin inlaid with gold and jade beads.

Upon seeing this, the twenty-odd Unloading Ridge Warriors immediately perked up.

Without Chen Yulou giving any instructions, he simply took out a bag of rice from his person, scattered all the rice into the hall, and then put the scout pigeons he carried with him into it.

As soon as the pigeons entered the hall, they set their sights on the rice stalks on the ground and began pecking at them.

After the pigeons finished eating the rice and were hopping around inside the hall, the group slowly entered the hall.

The main hall was empty except for the supporting pillars that held up the cave ceiling and a stone platform in the center.

The stone platform is shaped like an octagon, about two or three meters high, with each of its eight corners aligned with a supporting pillar, and eight short stone steps connecting them for climbing onto the platform.

The stone walls of that platform are covered with murals and Yuan script.

However, at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the purple-gold coffin on the stone platform.

There were no burial objects or decorations around, so the Yuan Dynasty general's treasures could only have been placed in that coffin.

Moreover... we didn't encounter the legendary Corpse King of Bottle Mountain along the way.

If the Corpse King of Ping Mountain really exists, then it can only be lying in that purple-gold coffin!

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Corpse King? I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!

Looking at the purple-gold coffin, a look of longing appeared on Partridge Whistle's face. He slowly stepped onto the stone platform, and Flower and Old Foreigner hurriedly followed.

Chen Yulou and the group of Unloading Ridge Warriors were also very excited and were about to step forward to investigate.

Only Fang Yun stared coldly at the purple-gold coffin and took the long spear off his back.

This is the final battle. Let's finish it as soon as possible so we can go back and take stock of our spoils!

After climbing onto the stone platform, Partridge Whistle carefully examined the coffin before focusing his gaze on the coffin lid.

"Old foreigner!"

“Okay.” The old foreigner immediately understood Partridge Whistle’s meaning, walked over to Partridge Whistle, and helped Partridge Whistle move the coffin lid.

Although the coffin was inlaid with many gold and jade beads, it had nothing to do with the Muchen Pearl.

If the Muchen Pearl was truly in the hands of a Yuan Dynasty general, then the general would certainly have taken it with him to his coffin after his death and kept it close to his body.

The two had only pushed the coffin lid open halfway when suddenly bursts of black smoke, chilling to the bone, billowed out from inside.

Wow...

"retreat!"

Both Partridge Whistle and Old Foreigner were seasoned veterans who, as soon as the black mist appeared, retreated abruptly.

The others also realized the situation inside the coffin and drew their weapons, ready for battle.

Bang!

The next moment, a loud explosion rang out.

Suddenly, the coffin lid rose up from below and crashed onto the roof of the hall, shattering into pieces.

Black mist continuously poured out of the coffin, obscuring everyone's view. Only when the black mist gradually dissipated could the situation inside the coffin be clearly seen.

An ancient corpse sat up from the coffin.

The ancient corpse had disheveled hair, a tall and robust physique, and exposed skin that was wrinkled like a withered tree, its color comparable to pig liver.

It wore a brocade purple robe covered in gold thread, and a gold and jade belt around its waist, making it look extremely wealthy.

"Ho... Roar!"

As soon as the ancient corpse sat up, it roared at the crowd, its dark eyes radiating a fierce aura.

"shelf!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Yulou let out a cold shout.

Upon hearing Chen Yulou's voice, the previously flustered Xieling warriors calmed down and grabbed the weapons they had prepared, rushing towards the Corpse King.

The probing pole was tied with an ink line net, and countless hooks hung from the ink line net.

More than twenty strongmen from the Unloading Ridge Sect acted simultaneously, instantly lifting the Corpse King, who had not yet left his coffin, into the air and encasing him in the ink net.

At the same time, Partridge Whistle and Old Foreigner also pulled out their pistols and bows and arrows and started shooting at the Corpse King.

but.

The bullets and arrows struck the Corpse King as if they were merely tickling him.

Even if it hits right on the forehead, it will only cause a small cut, let alone other places.

"Roar!"

After being beaten for a while, the Corpse King seemed to have just come to his senses. He roared while trapped in the ink net, and the yin energy on his body became even stronger.

Tear...

With a mere wave of his hand, the Corpse King tore apart several ink-black nets and was about to slip out.

Seeing this, Fang Yun took a deep breath, his face hardened, and he used the tip of his spear to slash his hand, which was still wrapped in medicine.

Blood seeped out and immediately flowed onto the tip of the spear.

"Roar! Roar!"

At the same time, the Corpse King seemed to sense unease and became increasingly agitated, almost tearing the twenty-odd ink nets to shreds, its dark eyes fixed on Fang Yun.

"Come!"

Fang Yun let out a cold shout, slightly raised the spear in his hand, and charged forward.

"Press!"

Seeing that the ink net couldn't trap the Corpse King at all, Chen Yulou roared again, took out his Little Divine Sword, and charged forward after Fang Yun.

"Press!" The group of Unloading Ridge Warriors echoed, and the twenty-odd men exerted their strength in unison, swinging their corpse-probing poles to directly throw the Corpse King from the air to the ground.

At this moment, the Corpse King had also torn apart more than twenty ink nets, and after falling to the ground, he staggered and was about to stand up.

Swah...

But before it could stand up, a whooshing sound rang out, and the Corpse King looked up to see a long spear already in front of it.

Fang Yun gripped the spear tightly with both hands and thrust it out with great force. The spear, stained with the blood of the Qilin, pierced towards the Corpse King's mouth like a white light.

"Roar!"

As expected of the Corpse King, although he hesitated for a moment when he stood up, he immediately crossed his hands to block the tip of the spear and protect his head.

"Ah.."

Seeing this, Fang Yun's lips curled into a cold smile, and he pressed his hands down slightly.

*Pfft...* *Crack...*

A piercing sound rang out as the spear tip, stained with Qilin blood, pierced directly into the Corpse King's neck, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.

Fang Yun's immense strength drove half of the spearhead into the Corpse King's neck. If the Corpse King's spine hadn't been so strong, Fang Yun would have pierced its entire neck with a single thrust.

Fang Yun's momentum had not diminished. He exerted force with both his legs and feet, and suddenly pushed forward with his spear.

Propelled by this immense force, the Corpse King staggered backward, his arms gripping the spear tightly, but he was unable to pull the spear tip out of his throat.

The thousand-year-old cured meat was smelly, tough, and strong, but Fang Yun had an exceptional physique and possessed Qilin blood. Even if he wasn't as strong as the Corpse King, he wouldn't be much weaker.

Feeling the recoil and thrust from the spear, Fang Yun felt increasingly exhilarated, even though his palms were a little numb.

So what if he's the Corpse King? He's still being beaten down by him.

Picking up the spear, he was Fang Zilong!

boom!

In just a few breaths, Fang Yun used his spear to forcefully push the Corpse King to the end of the Underworld Palace, where it slammed violently against the wall.

These few breaths seemed slow to Fang Yun, but to others they were only a few blinks of an eye.

Everyone stared in shock at Fang Yun, who charged straight at the Corpse King.

At this moment, the sight of Fang Yun wielding his spear and pressing down on the Corpse King was just like that of a battle-hardened general in ancient books, majestic and awe-inspiring.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Shooting Down the Corpse King!

At this moment, Chen Yulou also caught up with him.