Chapter 1969 Food

When the thin old man saw this scene, he sneered and said, "People in the Demon Realm are evil and cruel, this is their method."

Su Zimo sneered in his heart.

Although the fat and thin old man claimed to be from the Immortal Realm, the two of them knew that King Fengxuan had set a trap, and they also bewitched others to step in. Such thoughts may be more vicious than King Fengxuan of Demon Realm!

The backhand left by King Feng Xuan can only be regarded as a knife at most.

It was actually the bewitching of the two fat and thin old men who really killed the two lower realms!

"Senior, there shouldn't be any danger now, right?"

A Netherworld Xuanxian asked cautiously.

"I don't know that."

The fat old man said with a smile.

In any case, this is the corpse of a prince after all, and the storage bag is in front of you, and it may be an unimaginably huge treasure inside.

The people were unwilling and unwilling to leave.

After a little while, someone once again took out the magic weapon from the storage bag, stood in the distance, and controlled the magic weapon to hit the storage bag of King Feng Xuan.

This man's magic weapon just flew out, and before it touched the corpse of King Fengxuan, it lost its spiritual energy, covered with green spots, and fell down.

"what!"

The man let out a low cry.

He has completely lost control of this magic weapon!

Su Zimo knew about this scene when he first entered the Emperor's Tomb, and was naturally not surprised.

The rest of the monks were shocked.

The thin old man said faintly: "Forgot to remind you, it is best not to use any magic weapon in this emperor tomb. Any magic weapon exposed will be eroded by the curse of the emperor's tomb, turning it into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron!"

One person frowned and said, "That is to say, we can only rely on the flesh, blood, or magical powers?"

"Ha ha!"

Li Tian laughed loudly: "It's just right, I have survived the 39 calamities and ascended. Today, I want to see, in this emperor's tomb, whose flesh and blood can compare to me!"

Jian Yu looked cold and did not speak.

An ordinary sword cultivator must be good at refining the body, otherwise it will be difficult to maximize the killing of kendo.

Just in the middle of the discussion, someone quietly walked around behind King Feng Xuan and gradually approached.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between this person and King Feng Xuan was already close at hand!

This person's eyes were hot, and he stretched out his palm like a thunderbolt, and grabbed it towards the storage bag on the waist of King Feng Xuan.

"Caught!"

The man was ecstatic, and was about to open the storage bag to find out what treasures were inside. A cluster of fingertip-sized green ghosts suddenly floated out of King Feng Xuan's corpse.

This cluster of ghost fires fell on the body of this lower realm Xuanxian, as if encountering spirits, and quickly swept through the body!

In the blink of an eye, a faint green flame ignited on the body of this lower world Xuanxian, turning into a huge human-shaped fireball!

Many monks quickly stepped back and opened up the distance.

"Ahhh!"

In the fireball, there was a shrill scream.

But after three or two breaths, the screams disappeared. The flesh and blood on this lower world Xuanxian had also been burned into nothingness by the green flames, leaving only a corpse covered with green spots scattered on the ground.

This time, even Su Zimo was secretly shocked.

Although he is good at the way of flames, the power contained in the faint green flames, even he felt a burst of heart palpitations, and his scalp was numb.

If he is caught in this kind of flame, I am afraid it will be hard to escape.

"Hmph, this is the cursed ghost fire!"

The thin old man said coldly: "In this emperor's tomb, the corpses of some strong people may breed cursed ghosts, burn flesh and blood, and refine Yuanshen!"

"This is just a small lesson for you, there are too many things that can kill you in this Emperor Tomb!"

Jian Yu put her fingers together, squeezed the sword art, and cut out a sword light towards the storage bag that fell on the ground across the void.

Maybe it was a long time ago, or it was corrupted by the curse of the emperor's grave, even the storage bag of the prince could not bear this sword light and shattered in an instant.

Whoa!

The contents of the storage bag are scattered all over the place.

The crowd watched intently.

I have to say that there are indeed a lot of treasures in the prince's storage bag. There are tens of thousands of magical treasures and spiritual treasures alone!

All stacked together, almost forming a hill.

But unfortunately, these magic treasures, above the spiritual treasures, are covered with green spots, all of which have lost their spirituality and have been completely abandoned.

Some cultivation resources in this storage bag, such as spirit stones, also lost their vitality.

Like some panacea, full of curses, even if the potency is still there, no one dares to take it.

Many monks looked disappointed.

Three people fell and opened the storage bag, but there was no treasure available inside.

"Let's go."

The thin old man said in a deep voice.

The crowd followed behind the two fat and thin old men and continued to move forward.

Su Zimo did not follow, but stood not far away, staring at the 'hill' made of magic treasures and spiritual treasures, his eyes flickering.

"What are you doing there?"

The thin old man asked with a frown when he noticed Su Zimo who was not following behind.

Su Zimo didn't even look at the thin old man, and replied casually, "You go first, I'll take a look, and I'll catch up soon."

"Humph!"

The thin old man's face sank, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you get lost with us, you should wait to be buried in this emperor's tomb!"

After saying this, the thin old man continued to walk with everyone, ignoring Su Zimo.

Tang Ziyi's voice suddenly sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

"Do you feel that the treasures in the Demon King's storage bag are a little rare?"

"good."

Su Zimo nodded slightly.

Tang Ziyi's voice transmission said: "The strong men of the king can condense the cave, and their real treasures are all nurtured in the cave, tempered day and night, and will not be placed in the storage bag at all."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise.

No wonder he didn't find any cave treasures.

According to Tang Ziyi's words, treasures like the Dongtian Lingbao should be hidden in the cave of King Fengxuan!

Tang Ziyi continued: "Even if King Fengxuan has died, it is impossible to open his cave with our methods. You don't have to try."

"Well, you go first, I'll be there soon."

Su Zimo did not explain further.

Besides being curious about the scarcity of treasures in King Feng Xuan's storage bag, there was another important reason for him to stay.

It is the hill where these magic treasures and spiritual treasures are piled up!

To others, these magic treasures and spiritual treasures are just a pile of scrap metal.

But for Su Zimo, not necessarily!

To be precise, it is of great use to the Suppressing Prison Cauldron!

Because, just after the storage bag was opened, the Prison Suppressing Cauldron made a long-lost tremor, which was a sign that it was eager to devour refining weapons!

Although the weapon on the curse was tainted with the curse, the Prison Suppressing Cauldron didn't seem to care.

For it, these weapons are food!

Just a little dirty.

Su Zimo and other fat and thin old men left with everyone and disappeared from sight before he sacrificed the prison-suppressing cauldron.

as predicted!

The prison-suppressing cauldron was exposed in the emperor's tomb, and there was no trace of green spots on the cauldron!

Even the curse of the emperor's grave is difficult to contaminate the body of the prison-suppressing cauldron!