1389: C1389 Is It Death or Life

C1389 Is It Death or Life

The interior of the tower had undergone tremendous changes, and the magnificent decorations had been replaced with simple wooden structures.

There were a few luminous pearls embedded in the walls that were emitting a faint light.

The strange sound stopped.

Mu Chen couldn't help but say, "We should go to the upper and lower floors to explore. Maybe we can find a way out."

"What the f * ck? Where's the treasure? Where are the priceless treasures just now?"

The black-robed man's expression became savage.

He had spent a great deal of effort just to obtain good things from the tower.

It seemed like all his efforts were in vain.

"I think it's better to keep my life first. Perhaps this is a normal graveyard where corpses are stored."

When it came to corpses, they really wished to see what kind of esteemed appearance Netherworld Sacred Hands had.

The four of them walked down the spiral staircase and slowly walked to the lowest floor.

Without encountering any obstacles, they reached the hall at the lowest level.

A huge sarcophagus covered in moss was placed in the center.

There were some patterns carved on it, but due to the passage of time, they were mottled and peeled off.

Seven white candles as thick as an arm surrounded the sarcophagus, forming the posture of the Big Dipper.

The candles had long since been extinguished, and countless paper money floated down from the ground.

There was nothing valuable, and it looked quite unlucky.

The black-robed man impatiently walked around the hall a few times, but did not find anything. He could not help but curse.

This mission was a total loss.

After a while, he focused his attention on the sarcophagus.

"I'm already here. Let's open the sarcophagus and see what's inside."

"What else can there be other than corpses? Your curiosity is really amazing."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. Don't tell me you want to return empty-handed like this? Perhaps you can find the sarira on the corpse."

The black-robed man's speculation aroused the interest of Mu Chen and the other two.

The more powerful a martial artist was, the more mystical the cultivation crystal would be in their body.

This was just like how the beast core within a beast's body was the same principle.

His palms firmly pressed on the lid of the sarcophagus, and then he exerted force.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

An ear-piercing sound of friction was heard, and the lid was pushed open by more than half.

Before the crowd could get close to observe, small flames suddenly popped out from the seven white candles.

"Hehehe, hehehehe..."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be someone who could find this place..."

A hoarse voice came out of the coffin, and then a small, skinny, tanned old man jumped out.

Mu Chen took a few steps back and carefully looked at the old man.

This was a living person, not a corpse.

"You are Nether Sacred Hands? You are the owner of this place?"

"That's right!"

The old man nodded and snapped his fingers.

Before everyone could see what had happened, a few talismans appeared in the little old man's hands.

His blatant theft had caused the black-robed man to turn pale with fright.

He had no idea when his weapon had been lost.

"Little friend, if I had aimed at your chest just now, my heart would have been pulled out."

"With this little ability, you still dare to come to my territory to steal things. You are truly bold."

Sacred Hands knew the actions of the four of them like the back of his hand.

Mu Chen hurriedly put in a good word. He did not wish to anger the peerless expert in front of him and bring him personal danger.

"We came here by accident. We did not covet any treasures."

"I hope Senior can be magnanimous and forgive us for our reckless actions."

"Hehehe, you're a good guy. After coming in, you weren't in a hurry to put anything in your pocket."

"Much better than this black-robed little ghost."

Nether Sacred Hands stopped being long-winded.

The void clenched his fists, afraid that the four of them would use an incomparably powerful palm wind to pinch him.

Following that, the skylight on the top floor of the metal tower opened once again. They were involuntarily brought to the ground by Nether Sacred Hands.

The feeling of seeing the light of day once again was not bad. And the strength displayed by the little old man was even more terrifying.

Mu Chen had no way to accurately gauge the level of the other party's cultivation level.

When the power dissipated, the four people's faces were filled with fear, but they could not calm down for a long time.

Sacred Hands Nether World said to the black-robed man.

"There is an ancient saying in our line of work, 'A thief never leaves empty handed'!"

"Since you failed to steal my treasure, leave behind a few valuable items on you."

"What?"

The black-robed man was so angry that his expression changed. Daring to have designs on him was equivalent to snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

He immediately took out a charm and locked onto Nether Sacred Hands.0

Regardless of how famous the other party was in ancient times, the black-robed man was not someone who would sit and wait for death.

Nether Sacred Hands smiled and shook his head.

"You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River."

Nether Sacred Hands's figure gradually blurred. As for the black-robed man, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A few charms and the ring on his finger had been stolen by him.

Mu Chen sighed silently. It looked like he would have to pay a hefty price.

He did not know what the other party wanted to take away.

As expected, curiosity killed the cat. If he didn't follow the black-robed man, all these rotten things wouldn't have happened to him.

The little old man suddenly flashed not too far away. The spoils of war naturally fell into his hands.

"You can get lost now. If we meet again in the Pugilistic World in the future, it won't be so easy to escape."

The black-robed man flew away without turning his head, afraid that the other party would lose his life at the last minute.

Mu Chen and the other two stood obediently at the side and waited for him to take his leave.

"You guys are quite honest. Just give me something casually. This is the rule of the underworld!"

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Mu Chen took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. It contained the Nine Revolutions Condensing Pill, which could be considered the best nourishment for injuries.

He also took out the precious beast cores he had obtained during the beast tide and gave them to the other party.

As long as he could keep the Son of Heaven Sword in his hand, he could give up everything else.

This was the symbol of power and power that the Heavenly King had given him, and he could not lose it.

"So many good things. It seems that you are also a slightly powerful warrior. I wonder where you are earning money from?"

The level of the Human Immortal realm was called "a little bit of strength."

It would simply be a joke if this was spread out.

Mu Chen honestly introduced them.

The two guardians also taught each other about the changes that had happened over the past few hundred years.

Sacred Nether Hand had been sleeping in the cemetery for too long. His face gradually revealed a desolate expression.

His family, friends, and even enemies had all died, leaving him to live alone in this world.

"It's really interesting for a mediocre person like you to be able to control such a large country."

"Go to your territory and eat and drink well, we'll talk after we have some fun."

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