When the thin old man saw this scene, he sneered and said, "People in the Demon Realm are evil-minded 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 clearly that King Fengxuan had set up a trap and tricked others into stepping into it. Their thoughts were probably more vicious than King Fengxuan of the Demonic Realm!
The backhand left by King Fengxuan can only be regarded as a sword at best.
What really killed the two lower realm mystical beings was actually the bewitchment of the fat and thin old men!
"Senior, there shouldn't be any danger now, right?"
A lower realm Xuanxian asked cautiously.
"I don't know that."
The fat old man said with a smile.
No matter what, this is the body of a prince after all. The storage bag is right in front of you, and it may contain an unimaginable huge treasure.
Everyone was unwilling to leave just now.
After a while, someone took out the magic weapon from the storage bag again, stood in the distance, and controlled the magic weapon to hit King Fengxuan's storage bag.
This man's magic weapon had just flown out, and before it could touch King Feng Xuan's body, it lost its aura, covered with green spots, and fell down.
"ah!"
The man whispered.
He has completely lost control of this magic weapon!
Su Zimo already knew about this scene when he first entered the emperor's tomb, so he was naturally not surprised.
The other monks all looked shocked.
The thin old man said faintly: "I forgot to remind you that it is best not to use any magic weapon in this emperor's tomb. Any magic weapon exposed will be corroded by the curse of the emperor's tomb and turn into a pile of scrap copper and iron!"
One person frowned and said, "In other words, we can only rely on our physical body, bloodline, or magical powers and secret techniques?"
"Ha ha!"
Li Tian laughed loudly: "It's so good that I survived the Thirty-Ninth Heavenly Tribulation and ascended. Today I want to see who in this emperor's tomb can compare with me in terms of body and blood!"
Jian Yu looked cold and said nothing.
An ordinary sword cultivator must be good at body-refining methods, otherwise it will be difficult to maximize the killing power of the sword.
During the discussion, a person quietly walked around behind King Fengxuan and gradually approached.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between this person and King Feng Xuan was already very close!
This person's eyes were hot, and he stretched out his palm like lightning and grabbed the storage bag on King Feng Xuan's waist.
"Caught!"
The man looked ecstatic and was about to open the storage bag to check what treasures were inside. Suddenly, a cluster of green will-o'-the-wisps the size of a fingertip floated out of King Feng Xuan's body.
This bunch of will-o'-the-wisps fell on the body of the lower realm mysterious immortal, and it quickly swept through the whole body as if it had encountered strong alcohol!
In the blink of an eye, the body of this lower realm mysterious immortal ignited with green flames, turning into a huge human-shaped fireball!
Many monks quickly retreated and distanced themselves.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream came from the fireball.
Within a few breaths, the screams disappeared, and the flesh and blood of the lower realm immortal had been burned into nothingness by the green flames, leaving only a skeleton covered with green spots scattered on the ground.
This time, even Su Zimo was secretly frightened.
Although he was good at the way of flames, the power contained in the green flames made even him feel palpitations in his heart and his scalp numb.
If he were exposed to such flames, he might not be able to escape.
"Humph, this is the cursed will-o'-the-wisp!"
The thin old man said coldly: "In this emperor's tomb, the corpses of some powerful people may be pregnant with cursed will-o'-wisps, burning flesh and blood, and refining the soul!"
"This is just a small lesson for you. There are too many things in this emperor's tomb that can kill you!"
Jian Yu put his fingers together, squeezed the sword technique, and slashed a sword light through the void towards the storage bag that fell on the ground.
Perhaps it was due to the passage of time, or perhaps it was corroded by the curse of the emperor's tomb, but even the prince's storage bag could not withstand the sword light and instantly shattered.
Wow!
The contents of the storage bag were scattered all over the floor.
Everyone looked attentively.
It has to be said that there are indeed many treasures in the prince's storage bag. There are tens of thousands of various magic weapons and spiritual treasures alone!
All piled together, they almost form a hill.
But unfortunately, these magical treasures are covered with green spots on the spiritual treasures. They have all lost their spirituality and are completely useless.
Some of the cultivation resources in this storage bag, such as spiritual stones, have also lost their vitality.
It's like some miraculous medicines are covered with curses. Even if the medicine is still powerful, no one dares to take it.
Many monks looked disappointed.
After three people died, they opened the storage bag, but there were no useful treasures inside.
"Let's go."
The thin old man said in a deep voice.
Everyone followed the 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 weapons and spiritual treasures, his eyes flickering.
"What are you doing there?"
The thin old man frowned and asked when he noticed that Su Zimo was not following behind.
Su Zimo didn't even look at the thin old man, but casually replied: "You go first, I'll take a look, and I'll catch up soon."
"snort!"
The skinny old man's face darkened, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you get lost from us, you will be buried in this emperor's tomb!"
After saying this, the thin old man led everyone to move forward and ignored 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 bit scarce?"
"good."
Su Zimo nodded slightly.
Tang Ziyi said in a message: "The strong men who have been crowned kings can gather in the cave sky. Their real treasures are nurtured in the cave sky and tempered day and night. They will not be placed in storage bags at all."
Su Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise.
No wonder he didn't find any cave treasure.
According to Tang Ziyi, treasures like the Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure should be hidden in King Feng Xuan’s cave!
Tang Ziyi continued: "Even if King Feng Xuan has died, it is impossible to open his cave with our methods. You should hurry up and follow him."
"Well, you go first, I'll be there soon."
Su Zimo didn't explain much.
In addition to being curious about the scarcity of treasures in King Fengxuan's storage bag, he stayed for another important reason.
It’s the hill formed by these magical treasures and spiritual treasures in front of you!
To others, these magic weapons and spiritual treasures are just a pile of scrap metal.
But for Su Zimo, it may not be the case!
To be precise, it is very useful for the Prison Suppressing 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 swallow the refined weapons!
Although the cursed weapon was stained with a curse, the Prison Suppressing Cauldron didn't seem to care.
These weapons are food to it!
Just a little dirty.
Su Zimo and the two fat and thin old men led everyone away and disappeared from sight before he sacrificed the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.
as expected!
The Prison Suppressing Cauldron was exposed in the emperor's tomb, and there were no traces of green spots on the cauldron!
Even the curse of the Emperor's Tomb cannot contaminate the body of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron!