Looking at the purple gold coffin, a hint of desire appeared on Zhe Gushao's face. He slowly climbed up the stone platform, and the flower spirit and the old foreigner quickly followed.
Chen Yulou and the group of Mountain-Lifting Warriors were also very excited and wanted to go forward to investigate.
Only Fang Yun looked coldly at the purple gold coffin and took down the spear on his back.
This battle would be the last battle. He had to settle it as soon as possible so that he could properly count his gains when he returned!
After climbing up the stone platform, Zhe Gushao looked at the coffin carefully, then his gaze fell on the coffin lid.
"Old foreigner!"
"Alright." The old foreigner immediately understood what he meant. He walked to his side and helped him move the coffin lid away.
Although there were many gold and jade pearls on the outside of the coffin, none of them had anything to do with the Muchen Pearl.
If the Yuan Dynasty general really had the pearl, he would definitely have taken it into his coffin and kept it with him.
The two of them had only pushed the coffin lid half open when bursts of black Qi suddenly emerged from the coffin. It was extremely cold.
Whoosh...
"Retreat!"
Francolin Whistle and the old Westerner were veterans of hundreds of battles. As the black gas emerged, they retreated abruptly.
The rest of the people also realized the situation in the coffin. They took out their weapons and prepared for battle.
Bang!
The next moment, an explosion sounded.
The coffin lid suddenly rose from the bottom and smashed into the roof of the hall, shattering into pieces.
Black gas kept gushing out of the coffin, blocking everyone's vision. Only when the black gas gradually dissipated could they see the situation inside the coffin.
An ancient corpse sat up from the coffin.
The ancient corpse had disheveled hair and was tall and burly. Its exposed skin was wrinkled like a withered tree, and its color was comparable to pig liver.
It was wearing a purple robe with golden threads all over it. There was also a golden jade belt around its waist, making it look extremely wealthy.
"Ha... Roar!"
The ancient corpse had just sat up when it roared at everyone. Its dark eyes were filled with a ferocious aura.
"Fight!"
Seeing this, Chen Yulou shouted coldly.
Hearing Chen Yulou's voice, the Mountain Lifting Warriors, who had been a little flustered earlier, calmed down. They picked up the weapon stance they had prepared earlier and charged towards the Corpse King.
There was an ink net tied to the rod, and there were countless hooks hanging on it.
The 20 or so Mountain-Lifting Strongmen attacked in unison, and in an instant, the Corpse King that had yet to come out of the coffin was hung in the air and wrapped in the ink net.
At the same time, Zhe Gushao and the old foreigner also took out their pistols and arrows, and started to fight the Corpse King.
However…
The bullets and arrows bombarded the Corpse King's body like tickles.
Even if it hit the head, it would only leave a small wound, let alone other places.
"Roar!"
After being beaten for a while, the Corpse King seemed to have regained its senses. It was wrapped in the ink net and roared. The Yin Qi on its body became denser.
Rip...
Merely with a wave of his hand, the Corpse King tore apart several lines of ink net and was about to drill out.
Seeing this, Fang Yun took a deep breath and his expression hardened. He used the tip of his spear to cut his palm that was still covered in medicine.
Fresh blood oozed out and dripped onto the tip of the spear.
"Roar! Roar!"
At the same time, the Corpse King seemed to feel uneasy and became more and more irritable. It almost tore the twenty or so ink fountain nets apart, and its pitch-black eyes stared at Fang Yun.
"Come!"
Fang Yun shouted coldly. He raised the spear in his hand slightly and charged forward.
"Press!"
Seeing that the ink fountain net couldn't trap the Corpse King, Chen Yulou roared again, took out his Little Divine Edge, and rushed up behind Fang Yun.
"Press!" The group of Mountain-Lifting Strongmen echoed. The twenty over people exerted their strength together and waved their corpse-searching rods, directly lifting the Corpse King from the air and causing it to fall to the ground.
At this moment, the Corpse King had also torn the twenty over ink fountain nets clean. After falling to the ground, it staggered and was about to stand up.
Swoosh...
However, before it could stand up, a sound of air being torn sounded. The Corpse King raised its head and saw a long spear already in front of it.
Fang Yun gripped his spear tightly with both hands and thrust it out with all his might. The spear that was stained with Qilin's blood was like a white beam of light as it stabbed towards the Corpse King's mouth.
"Roar!"
The Corpse King was indeed a Corpse King. Even though his movements were sluggish when he stood up, his hands crossed in front of the spear tip to protect his head.
"Ha…"
Seeing this, Fang Yun's lips curled into a cold smile as he pressed his hands down slightly.
Puff... Kacha...
A piercing sound rang out. The spear tip that was stained with Qilin's blood directly pierced into the Corpse King's neck. At the same time, the sound of bones cracking rang out.
Fang Yun's immense strength had directly pierced half of the spearhead into the King Corpse's neck. If it wasn't for the King Corpse's hard back, the entire neck would have been pierced through by Fang Yun's spear.
Fang Yun's remaining momentum did not decrease. He exerted strength in his legs and feet, holding the spear and pushing it forward.
Pushed by this tremendous force, the Corpse King staggered backward, its arms gripping the spear tightly, but it was unable to pull the tip of the spear out of its throat.
The thousand-year-old cured meat was smelly, hard, and strong, but Fang Yun had a unique physique and possessed the Qilin blood. Even if his strength was not as strong as the Corpse King, it was not much weaker.
Feeling the recoil and thrust of the spear, although his palms were a little numb, Fang Yun felt more and more relaxed.
So what if it was a Corpse King, it was still suppressed by him.
Picking up the spear, he was Zilong Fang!
Bang!
In just a few seconds, the Corpse King was pushed to the end of the Hall of the Dead by Fang Yun's spear and slammed into the wall.
In Fang Yun's eyes, this few breaths of time was very slow, but in the eyes of others, it was only a few blinks of the eye.
Everyone was shocked as they looked at Fang Yun who was charging at the Corpse King.
At this moment, the scene of Fang Yun holding a spear and suppressing the Corpse King was really like the general of a hundred battles in ancient books. He was majestic and his aura surged.
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