C74 Sikong Fury

"Old bastard, don't run!"

Ye Daoxuan let out a loud shout towards Li Jiuyin's retreating back, and then he burst into laughter.

"Kid, don't laugh! There's no time to lose, let's go in! " The voice of the blade spirit, "Old Mo", resounded in Ye Dao's Sea of Mystical Consciousness.

"Old Mo, can you do it?" You also heard it, just now someone said that beside Sikong Nu's corpse coffin, there were four Middle Sky Realm Puppet Warriors protecting it. You told me to go there and find the treasure, if everything goes wrong, my little life would be finished! "I'm still young, I don't want to die so early," Ye Daoxuan replied.

"Nonsense, when did I, Old Mo, become unable to continue?" Old Mo snorted and said, "Let me tell you, the reason why those puppet warriors attack you invaders is because they can sense the aura and true essence fluctuations of the martial artists on your bodies. I have ways to cover up the fluctuations of a martial artist's breath and true essence, that way you can get close to Sikong's coffin and take his treasure! "

As a martial artist, Ye Daoxuan naturally knew that once his strength had risen to a certain boundary, he would be able to restrain the fluctuations of a martial artist's breath and true essence. However, it would be extremely difficult to completely conceal the fluctuations of one's breath.

But the puppets were extremely sensitive. As long as they caught a trace of an aura fluctuation, they would not hesitate to launch their sharpest attacks. Before this, the disciples of the four great sects all released their true essence to protect their bodies, and the puppets' attacks would naturally become even more crazy.

On this point, because everyone was fighting for Sikong Nu's treasure, no one calmed down to think about it. On the contrary, it was actually thought of by Blade Spirit Old Mo, so Old Mo secretly communicated with Ye Daoxuan just now, telling him not to be hasty and to leave.

"What if the tomb collapses?" Ye Daoxuan looked up and said, "I can't take it anymore, I have to die!"

"If the sky falls, I, Old Mo, will have to bear it! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry! You hate the most motherly people! " Old Mo urged anxiously.

"Good!" "If I die, I die!"

Ye Daoxuan clenched his teeth, gripped his broken blade, and fiercely rushed towards the passageway to the east.

The secret room at the end of the passage was much larger than the other secret rooms. There were several corpses lying on the ground. All of them were disciples of the four forces. Not a single corpse was intact.

Strangely, the entire tomb was shaking, but this secret chamber seemed to have been isolated from the outside world. Instead, it had calmed down.

In the center of the secret room, there was a 10 feet long white jade corpse coffin. The corpse coffin was sparkling and translucent. From afar, one could see a middle-aged man with a calm face lying inside the coffin.

Although the middle-aged man was already lifeless, he still looked very lifelike. He was wearing clothes woven from silver. His eyebrows were like swords, his nose was straight, and his skin was white. He must have been a very handsome man when he was alive.

The four corners of the corpse coffin were protecting the four Middle Sky Realm puppet warriors, their strength was the same as the 'big' one. Seeing this, Ye Daoxuan's eyes lit up, he only wished that his divine sense was not strong enough, otherwise he would have to capture all four puppet warriors and use them to protect himself. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to do so at the moment.

"That person in the jade coffin must be Sikong." It is said that he has been dead for hundreds of years.

Ye Daoxuan stood at the entrance of the secret room, looking at Sikong Nu's body in the coffin from afar, and was filled with emotions. He thought to himself that Sikong Nu was also a peerless genius of his generation, a peak-level late stage Sky Realm expert.

"In terms of age and strength, I should address you as senior. Senior Sikong, don't worry. I, Ye Daoxuan, have only come here for the sake of searching for treasures. I will absolutely not touch your corpse and disturb your peace. "

At this time, the aura around Ye Daoxuan had been completely covered up by the secret technique of the Sword Spirit Old Mo. He looked like an ordinary person without any strength. He took a few steps forward and saw that the four puppets were not moving at all.

He held his breath, and walked towards the white jade coffin with light steps, afraid that he would alert those puppet warriors who had yet to make a move. He walked for nearly a hundred breaths of time to stand next to the white jade coffin, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

The white jade coffin was sealed. Looking from the outside, there was not a single crack. Looking into the coffin, Sikong Nu's body and body were filled with elixirs specially designed to prevent corpses from rotting. Other than that, there was nothing else.

He looked at the other parts of the secret room and saw that it was also empty. Thinking back to the fierce battle that had just occurred here, he thought that even if there was any treasure here, it should have already been snatched away by the disciples of the other forces.

"He must be late …."

Ye Daoxuan could not help but feel a little disappointed. He sighed softly and was about to leave the secret room when he suddenly heard Old Mo's voice, "Kid, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I feel a remnant spiritual will awaken …" "Mn, it should be Sikong Nu's remnant thoughts …"

"Remnants of spiritual will? Was it due to Sikong? You must be joking, Old Mo. What martial artist's spiritual will can last for hundreds of years … " Ye Daoxuan said with a smile.

Old Mo grunted, "What do you know!? Under certain conditions, a martial artist could preserve their spiritual will for 10,000 years! The stronger the martial artist, the more likely it is! "

"I don't believe it!"

"Stinky brat, you still dare to disbelieve the words of my great Sword Spirit Old Mo? I'm so pissed off! I can't be bothered with you! "Huh?"

After that, Ye Daoxuan discovered that within Sikong Qing's Sea of Consciousness, a ball of white light the size of a fist had appeared. The ball of white light penetrated through the coffin and floated a foot above the jade coffin, and under Ye Daoxuan's stunned gaze, it gradually turned into the image of a person.

The image was of a middle-aged man dressed in silver, with a handsome face and a long, jade-like body. If it wasn't Sikong Nu, who else could it be?

"This …"

After that, he realized that Sikong Nu's figure was in an illusory state, as if he had seen it in a dream. Then, he recalled the words that Old Mo had said to him just now, 'remnant consciousness', and guessed that the image in front of him, was probably the manifestation of Sikong Nu's spiritual will.

"Sigh …"

Sikong Nu's illusion silently looked at Ye Daoxuan who was standing in front of the jade coffin with an indescribable expression. After a long while, he let out a long sigh, and said: "As expected, as expected, after I die, there will definitely be someone who wants to steal my treasure, making me unable to calm down …"

Ye Daoxuan did not know whether or not Sikong Nu's remaining spiritual will had any attack power, so he quickly said, "Senior, it's none of my business. I was chased all the way here! it's not specifically for your treasure... "

His words sounded a little guilty. Although he had just entered the lake to avoid Leng Wuhen's pursuit, he still came back alone after everyone else had left. This was all in the direction of Sikong Nu's treasure.

Fortunately, he had a thick skin, so when he said those words, his expression was very serious. There was no change in his expression.

"He's just a seventh stage warrior, too weak …" In the illusory state, Sikong Nu's expression seemed to be a little disappointed. He then lightly said: "However, being able to enter here, can also be considered as a kind of fate …. Now, you can ask me one condition, such as asking me for elixirs, mystical secret arts, and so on, I will do my best to satisfy you! "After that, you also have to do something for me …"

"Do something for you?" When Ye Daoxuan heard this, he quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't want your things, and I won't do anything for you. I …. "I'll leave now..."

What a joke, would it be easy for a peak late stage ZhongTian Warrior to ask him to do it? It was fine if it was done, but if it wasn't, wouldn't there be someone to entrust it to? To owe a dead person a favor, Ye Daoxuan felt goosebumps all over his body just thinking about it.