Chapter 389 Soul-Nourishing Coffin

"Brother, please stop eating, I'm afraid..."

After watching Qin Lang devouring sixteen portions of roasted whole lamb and whole cattle, Huang Long spoke with fear. He was worried that Qin Lang would stretch himself to death.

"I'm full." Qin Lang wiped his mouth carelessly, threw a huge cow bone aside, showed a satisfied smile, and the big blood-red tail began to swing around uncontrollably as his mood improved.

"Let's go and see what good things are hidden inside."

Qin Lang had an expectant expression on his face.

A group of five people passed through the huge bronze gate and arrived at the end of the ancient city ruins.

This is an irregular circular altar.

And when they saw the objects placed in the middle, everyone felt a chill in their backs.

A huge coffin lay across the altar, surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of large-headed creatures kneeling and worshiping. After a long time, these corpses have long been dried. Judging from their expressions, they were performing a pious prayer ceremony before they died.

Wang Wu's body exuded a faint light, and he opened his hand to caress the corpse.

"Fat boy, what are you doing? Why do you still have this hobby?" Huanglong teased.

"You, the leader of the atmosphere team, know nothing."

Wang Wu counterattacked decisively, "As an [archaeologist], I have the ability to unearth useful information from corpses and ancient texts."

Qin Lang waved his hand, signaling Huang Long not to disturb Wang Wu's behavior.

After a while, Wang Wu, who had circled the coffin, came to Qin Lang and said: "We have almost collected the information. It is about the history of the ruins of the ancient city. Of course, these are not important. What is important is that the existence in the coffin is a The [god] they believed in had been guarding the ancient city for thousands of years. He was seriously injured when resisting the invasion of other gods. They were healing him. Unfortunately, the god was too seriously injured and eventually died. , the remaining priests of the ancient city saw that they could not save themselves, so they chose to be buried with them..."

"So, a dead god is buried in the coffin."

"Well, you can't be wrong." Wang Wu replied affirmatively.

Qin Lang reached out and touched the coffin gently, and heavy thoughts suddenly emerged in his heart. There was a heavy feeling that he could only watch his people die but was unable to do anything. It was very despairing.

"The power of gods is indeed mysterious and unpredictable. Even after they have been dead for so long, they can still affect my emotions..."

Qin Lang murmured to himself and turned to Wang Wu, "There shouldn't be any danger in opening this coffin."

"Don't worry, it's okay. I'll open the coffin."

Wang Wu moved his hands to prepare something ceremonial, but seeing Qin Lang's eyes downcast, he thought he was dissatisfied with him, so he coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and pointed his sword in the distance, "Lift the coffin to make a fortune. Open, open, open!”

"Rumble, rumble..."

As Wang Wu cast the spell, the tightly fitting coffin lid began to move slowly.

This process was very slow. It took Wang Wu a full half an hour to completely lift the lid of the coffin. He was so tired that he was out of breath.

Continuous casting is a laborious task.

Qin Lang jumped onto the coffin and looked at the huge divine corpse lying inside, his pupils suddenly condensed.

This is a deity's skeleton that is difficult to describe in a few words. It is indescribable.

It feels huge, mysterious and powerful, but He has died long ago. In the hand-like organ, he holds a radiant card.

"Could this be the card that the boat wants to get, the most valuable treasure in the snowy land?"

Qin Lang caught the photo from the air and held the card. It clearly said [n5 ancient city ruins]...

This is an alienated area card.

I wonder if this is the card the old man asked him to find.

The regional card seems to have nothing to do with his improvement in strength, right?

Click! Kaka! Crack!

At this time, the divine skeleton in the coffin seemed to have lost its support, collapsed, and instantly turned into ashes. Within the ashes, Qin Lang saw many dusty things.

"Get rich, haha, get rich!"

Wang Wu also climbed up at this time, and he danced excitedly when he saw those ancient objects, "Shenzang, this is definitely Shenzang, hahahaha!"

The so-called "divine treasure" is the name for the top treasures in archeology or tomb robbing, followed by "treasure" and "treasure".

"These ashes transformed from divine bones still contain some kind of power. Although it is not as good as [Thin Soil], it is not much different. I wonder if Xiaoshu can use it."

Qin Lang ignored it and swept all the ashes and various antiquities in the coffin into the storage bag.

"Eh?" Wang Wu was stunned, "No, Boss Qin, you..."

"Why are you so anxious? Will your share be missing?"

Qin Lang showed a bright smile, "Check if there are any missing treasures nearby. I will leave for a while and come back later."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Lang turned into a golden light and disappeared from the place.

Wang Wu's mouth was bitter, "Boss Qin...could he have absconded with the money?"

"You fat boy, stop farting, my eldest brother is not that kind of person." Huang Long took a sip.

It is naturally impossible to abscond with money.

But before dividing the stolen goods, find a professional to judge the value first, so as not to misunderstand Qin Lang’s true thoughts.

As the saying goes, good news should not flow to outsiders.

Fengrao City is as sunny and sunny as usual.

At this time, more than two months have passed since [God's Advent], and Fengsheng City has long been restored to vitality. Every resident living in this land has a smile from the heart on his face.

Qin Lang did not bother anyone else and went straight to the World Tree.

This area is strictly off-limits and therefore very quiet.

"Teacher Shu."

"You're here." The little tree always whispers softly, and the silver bell-like voice seems to contain some kind of magic power, which can make people feel at ease.

"I gained a lot from my trip out. I used the [Border Breaking Method] you taught me to kill a first-time god..."

Qin Lang sat on the ground and told Xiaoshu about his experience in the snowy area.

Xiaoshu is a very good listener and never interrupts.

"Finally, I opened the coffin and found a lot of things inside, but I don't know their value. Teacher Shu, you are well-informed and can help me take a look."

Qin Lang took out the storage bag and dumped all the items in the coffin on the ground. It looked like a pile of construction waste.

"Well, the ashes of the divine corpse..." Xiaoshu said softly: "Unfortunately, it is too old and the power contained in it is very small. However, it is of some benefit to me now..."

Xiaoshu squatted next to the pile of "construction rubbish". With a wave of his delicate hands, the ashes were blown aside, revealing the original appearance of the ancient objects.

"It's a pity that these ancient objects have lost their divine origin and can only be used as ordinary materials... huh?"

Xiaoshu suddenly took out a small black box from the pile of "junk", "This thing is... a soul-raising coffin. It's strange, why does it appear here?".M

"Soul-nurturing coffin...? It sounds like something very impressive."

"It's really amazing. It's made from the bodies of my people."

"..."

"Putting the soul in it, and supplementing it with a large amount of materials, can make the soul breed new flesh and blood. Do you want to use it to resurrect your friends?"