Chapter 4492 The Creatures Reappear in the Black Mist, the Corpse Cocoon
Lin Ming did not hesitate or waver at all.
His figure remained hidden, and he vanished into thin air.
Meanwhile, Zhan Muye watched as Jun Xiaoyao left without looking back.
He didn't believe that Jun Xiaoyao, with his broad knowledge, would be unaware of the Nine Heavenly Books.
The only possibility is...
This is not a truly dead book.
"No matter what, I'll get it first," Zhan Muye thought to himself.
Even if it's not a truly dead book, it may still have some value.
Just as he was about to make his move to obtain the Book of Death.
Suddenly, he felt an extremely cold sensation in his heart.
It seemed as if some kind of murderous intent was brewing.
It brought him a chilling feeling of impending death.
"who!?"
Zhan Muye became alert and suddenly turned around.
at the rear.
A large expanse of black mist was suddenly visible.
Within that black mist, a huge shadowy outline could be seen emerging.
A chilling aura was spreading out from within.
"You are……"
Zhan Muye's pupils suddenly contracted.
Even as the War King of the War Clan, a peerless figure.
Upon seeing the entity within the black mist, they all felt a chilling coldness.
Meanwhile, Wei Tongzhou and the others also had a sudden change in expression.
I never expected that such a creature would follow me.
The next moment, from within the black mist.
Several arms suddenly emerged.
Some were covered in dragon scales and had arms as pale as human arms.
Immediately afterwards, screams, shouts, and sounds of killing erupted from the area.
at the same time.
Jun Xiaoyao passed through the seventeenth floor.
We arrived at the eighteenth floor.
At the entrance to the eighteenth floor, there is a stone gate.
Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient bronze token.
A faint black light shot towards the stone gate.
Immediately, the stone gate opened with a loud rumble.
It was pitch black, and a dense, ghostly aura swept over us.
Jun Xiaoyao stepped inside.
Ahead lay a deep and long passageway.
Dark array patterns flickered in the space.
A strange look flashed across Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
Lin Ming thought that he was hiding in the shadows and would not be noticed.
In fact, with Jun Xiaoyao's current spiritual perception, he already knew.
However, he didn't care.
He is not planning to deal with Lin Ming right now.
Because Lin Ming is a pawn used to restrain Ye Yu.
Behind them, in the shadows, Lin Ming also entered the eighteenth floor.
He had been secretly observing Jun Xiaoyao's movements.
However, upon entering the eighteenth floor...
A sudden surge of emotion welled up within him.
In particular, the Netherworld Holy Embryo he possessed was trembling faintly, as if it were resonating with something.
"Indeed, this place might really be related to the Burial Master lineage..." Lin Ming thought to himself.
When he obtained the ancient bronze token, he saw the inscription of the Burial Warrior lineage on it.
Although there is very little information about this lineage in the vast wilderness.
However, Lin Ming, who came from the Nine Netherworld Divine Palace, had some understanding of this.
Because in the Nine Netherworld Temple, there is a great figure who comes from the lineage of the Burial Masters.
That's why Lin Mingcai had some understanding of the Funeral Master lineage.
Now, I feel my Netherworld Holy Embryo stirring.
A glint of light flashed in Lin Ming's eyes.
"Since it is related to the lineage of the Burial Masters, and it is a near-divine level tomb."
"That might be related to a funeral king."
"This is an opportunity that was just prepared for me!"
Lin Ming's gaze was intense.
He was worried about how to improve his strength more quickly.
I never expected that this would be such a godsend when I was feeling sleepy.
Lin Ming's figure also disappeared into it.
Meanwhile, on the seventeenth floor.
The sounds and noise of battle have ceased here.
Looking around, one sees a swirling aura of blood and mist.
Numerous warriors and cultivators from various factions, including the War Clan and the Humanist Cult, have severed limbs and broken bodies scattered throughout the land.
Including Wei Tongzhou, who also perished at this moment, with most of his head being gnawed off.
His remaining expression carried a look of terror and despair.
It can be said that if Jun Xiaoyao had not erased the phantom of that Human Daoist Master...
He might be able to use this as a way to escape and survive.
That opportunity is clearly no longer available.
At this moment, only one person remained.
That was Zhan Muye.
But at this moment, he was in an extremely disheveled state.
An arm was severed, and black patterns swirled around the break, making it difficult to recover in a short time.
His aura was extremely weak.
His gaze was fixed on the figure in the black mist.
Given his status and position, he felt a sense of dread and fear.
"How could someone like you exist? You monster..."
"Do you really want to oppose my Zhan Clan?"
Zhan Muye clenched his teeth, blood streaming down his chin.
From within the black mist came hoarse, eerie words.
"The warrior blood of the warrior race is quite good."
"If I eat you, my strength... will become even greater."
Immediately, the black mist spread and covered Zhan Muye.
One of them attacked Zhan Muye again.
Zhan Muye also roared, burning his imperial origin and pushing his power to its limit.
They used every last resort to save their lives.
However, not long afterward...
From within came Zhan Muye's grief-stricken roar.
The final scream.
Everything falls silent.
Only something remained, making the sound of chewing flesh and blood.
"good to eat……"
The creatures within the black mist emitted hoarse voices.
Then he went to the black platform.
A pale hand reached out and grasped the black scroll.
“It’s fake…” said the creature in the black mist.
"It seems to be on the bottom layer."
"If only I could obtain the legacy of the King of Burial."
"My strength will become stronger than ever before."
"Also, Jun Xiaoyao, his physical body... is an unparalleled elixir of life..."
The creatures within the black mist spoke intermittently.
Then the black mist continued to rush towards the eighteenth level of the tomb.
……
Inside the eighteenth floor.
After Jun Xiaoyao passed through that passageway...
Ahead lay a vast space, resembling a cavern.
And the top of the cave.
There were clearly several objects resembling black silkworm cocoons.
After Jun Xiaoyao entered this place.
It was originally like a black cocoon that had been dormant for a long time.
It suddenly began to wriggle, and spiderweb-like cracks began to spread across its surface.
Then, a black figure emerged from the cocoon, its entire body shrouded in a powerful aura of burial.
And there was more than one such figure.
Here, each of the black silkworm cocoons is broken and shattered.
One after another, black figures appeared, carrying immense pressure.
Faced with this situation.
Even if a peerless figure like Zhan Muye were here, he would definitely face extremely difficult trouble and would find it hard to break through the encirclement.
Jun Xiaoyao simply watched indifferently.
"Could this be a corpse cocoon?"
Jun Xiaoyao had at least some knowledge of information related to Origin Techniques.
I could tell.
These corpse cocoons are made by sealing the corpses of powerful beings at the Emperor Realm or above in an extremely yin place and then refining them.
The strength is extremely terrifying.
Moreover, this place is filled with a strong burial atmosphere, making it a natural breeding ground for corpses.
It's safe to say that anyone in this situation would be in a very bad position.
And then they watched as those black figures charged in.
Jun Xiaoyao simply reached out and struck out horizontally.
At the same time, on the other side, Lin Ming followed the sensations of the Netherworld Holy Embryo and walked along another passageway.
"As expected, Jun Xiaoyao has fallen into the trap."
"This tomb where kings were buried is my destiny!" (End of Chapter)
