When he saw the entire appearance of the cave, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Just as described in Master Kongyue's ancient books, in the center of the cave, there lay a huge coffin, more than one person tall. The coffin was made of bronze, and the outer shell was carved with strange and weird symbols and patterns.
Because of its age, the bronze coffin shows traces of erosion by time, leaving behind dark green copper rust, which makes it look ancient, mysterious and weird.
What surprised Ye Feng even more was that there was a colorful big tree growing on top of the coffin. The tendrils of the tree tightly wrapped around the coffin like long snakes and penetrated into the ground next to it.
The top of the tree extended to the roof of the cave. I couldn't tell whether it stretched out from the roof or grew in the soil.
Ye Feng understood that it was not a big tree, but a spirit-calling banner that was once carved out of ebony. The trunk of the tree was painted in various colors. After more than a hundred years, the ebony actually grew roots.
With his divine eyes, he saw countless wronged souls coming out of the soul-calling banner, rolling in it like raging waves in the sea. The bronze coffin was obviously made of some special material, and mental power could not enter it at all.
After Ye Feng was attracted by the huge coffin and the soul-calling banner, he noticed that there were countless figures standing in front of him and the coffin.
The closest to Ye Feng were three rows of stone statues more than one person tall. In total, there were more than a hundred stone statues. They looked like the Terracotta Warriors, holding sword hilts and standing there motionlessly, like guards protecting the coffin.
Behind the three rows of stone statues, there were five knights riding stone horses, dragging long stone swords, standing there quietly.
Behind the Stone Knight were three guys wearing black robes. The one in the middle had a head full of white hair, and the other two were middle-aged men. They all looked at Ye Feng with serious expressions.
The middle-aged man on the far left was a thin man with high cheekbones. He said coldly, "It is you, Master. It was him who defeated me with a flying sword last night."
The middle-aged man on the right was a fat man with a sinister smile on his round face: "Brother, isn't it just a flying sword? What's so great about it? As long as we wake up the lord, killing him will be as easy as crushing an ant."
Seeing that the fat man was so arrogant, Xiaobai shouted at him twice, "Stop bragging. If you brag again, I will bite you to death."
The old man in the middle looked sinister, looking at Ye Feng coldly, and said indifferently: "Little brother, you are so young and can wield a flying sword, which is a cause for celebration. We don't interfere with each other, why do you have to make things difficult for us?"
Ye Feng's face was serious. "I am not against you, but the evil. You slaughtered the people and treated human life as worthless. The owner of this house was just doing business, but you killed his whole family. In order to revive your so-called master, you killed five people to pay tribute. If you are allowed to continue, I don't know how many people will die in your hands."
The old man laughed dryly and said, "Little brother, which general's hands were not stained with blood when he achieved success? Which country was not built on corpses and dead bones? Without sacrifice, there would be no great cause. These people used their sacrifice to build our great cause. I am very grateful to them, but there is nothing I can do. I hope that little brother can see things more positively."
"How shameless! You justify your killing as if it were natural and you don't even flinch. I really admire you, but this kind of talk won't work with me. There is only one outcome. If you surrender, I will leave you with a whole body and not let you be annihilated."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, the old man's face turned pale. The thin man said to the old man, "Master, I told you not to waste time talking to him. Just kill him directly."
The fat man snorted coldly, "You are really arrogant, it's just a flying sword, show it to your fat grandfather."
Ye Feng sneered, golden light flashed in his palm, and a powerful sword energy condensed from his palm, forming a dagger-sized flying sword, crystal clear and sparkling.
The old man and the fat man both showed surprised expressions. They had always thought that the thin man was exaggerating when he said Ye Feng's flying sword was powerful. Ye Feng was so young, how could he possibly be able to forge a flying sword.
According to their investigation, most of the leaders of the major ancient martial arts sects have martial arts skills at the peak of the innate realm and are not to be feared.
Moreover, of the original six ancient martial arts sects, only five are left, resulting in a significant loss in strength.
The various ancient martial arts sects had just held the Huashan Ancient Martial Arts Competition, during which they fought among themselves, suffered heavy casualties and losses. This was a good time for them to gain momentum.
Therefore, they hurriedly perfected the Yinhunsha Blood Formation, and after killing five people, they used their souls to sacrifice to their ancestor Jiusha Zhenren, opened the altar, and welcomed the resurrection of Jiusha Zhenren.
Unexpectedly, everything was under control and proceeding step by step. The five souls had gathered and were waiting to start the ritual. Suddenly, Ye Feng appeared, destroyed their Yinhun Blood Formation, and discovered their secret.
They set up enough traps to confuse and ambush Ye Feng. As long as they finished their rituals and resurrected their ancestor Nine Evils, everything would be fine.
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng came so quickly. All the mechanisms, the Nine Revolutions Formation, the fourth-level ferocious beast black dog, etc. were useless in front of Ye Feng.
"Little brother, I'll say it one last time, we can be friends, as long as you can use us..."
Ye Feng shouted coldly: "Impossible, good and evil cannot coexist since ancient times, there is no way I can be friends with you."
The old man's eyes were filled with anger: "Boy, you really don't listen to soft or hard words. You don't accept my toast and drink the wine. Then don't blame me. You kid, give me your life..."
The old man in black robe muttered to himself, and the three rows of terracotta warriors closest to Ye Feng suddenly opened their eyes. The pupils that were originally carved out of stone turned pitch black and emitted a cold black light.
The stone statues drew out the stone swords at their waists. More than a hundred stone statues, all of them were murderous. They turned their heads, looked at Ye Feng, raised their stone swords and rushed towards Ye Feng.
In front of more than a hundred ancient warriors, Ye Feng, Xiaobai and Bingcan seemed outnumbered, but Ye Feng and Xiaobai looked at each other, and neither the man nor the dog showed any fear.
Seeing Ye Feng surrounded by stone warriors, a smug sneer appeared on the old man's face. He muttered something, and black light burst out from his hands. He drilled into the soul-summoning banner, causing the ghosts in the banner to boil, burst out with a frenzied breath, and let out shrill screams.
Ye Feng thought that the old man in black robe was chanting a spell to summon some monster to deal with him, but he found out that the old man in black robe was performing a ritual, trying to use the stone statue to entangle Ye Feng so that he could seize the time and resurrect his ancestor Jiusha Zhenren.
Although Ye Feng was not afraid of these stone warriors, he was entangled and could not stop the old man in black robe from performing rituals. All his hard work would be in vain, and Xiao Liang's soul would be devoured by the Nine Evils Immortal.
(End of this chapter)