598 The Monster in the Coffin (2/2)

In an instant, the gazes of everyone looking at the coffin changed somewhat. For ancient martial art practitioners, things that had runes were treasures.

Mo Wen was not interested in the coffin. With his vision, he naturally could tell that although the coffin had runes on it, it could not be considered a magical treasure. It could not even be considered as a spiritual weapon of the lowest grade. It could only be considered an item made by an immortal cultivator.

Such a thing had no practical usage. He was more interested, instead, in the person who had imprinted the runes on the rosewood coffin. Nothing in this palace hall could have been set up by an ancient martial art practitioner. An immortal cultivator must have been involved because it was impossible for an ancient martial art practitioner to have such understanding of immortal cultivator items.

Even Mo Wen did not understand stratagem techniques, hence it was impossible for him to set up a stratagem like the eight stone pillars.

Could it be that immortal cultivators had existed in Luofeng Sect back then?

However, even if it was an immortal cultivator, they could not be a very high ranked one. Otherwise, the unknown stratagem would have been able to withstand a group of ancient martial art practitioners.

Jiang Pingzhou naturally would not give up. This time, he did not attempt to destroy the coffin. Instead, he drew a longsword from his waist, and then furiously stabbed it into the gap between the rosewood coffin and its lid. Then, grasping the sword, he prepared to pry the rosewood coffin open.

However, what everyone had not expected was that the rosewood coffin suddenly released a beam of red light. Then, with a loud clang, it directly broke Jiang Pingzhou's longsword. An astonishing power surged out, sending Jiang Pingzhou backward from the shock.

”F*ck.” Jiang Pingzhou cursed under his breath. Originally, he had taken the lead but ended up being blocked again and again by the rosewood coffin. At this moment, Bu Zhangkun and Jiang Jingtao had rushed over with the others. His advantage immediately vanished.

”Idiot, let me do it.” Bu Zhangkun glanced mockingly at Jiang Pingzhou. How could an item of immortal cultivators be destroyed using brute force? Just now, Jiang Pingzhou had left the group first, causing the joint attack of the others on Mo Wen to have failed. All of them, be it Bu Zhangkun or Pavilion Leader Ye Rong, were dissatisfied with Jiang Pingzhou.

If Jiang Pingzhou had not done so, they would not have needed to immediately leave Mo Wen behind.

Bu Zhangkun took a step forward and prepared to find a way to open the rosewood coffin. However, an unexpected scene occurred. The rosewood coffin suddenly shook, seemingly as though something was struggling inside of it.

This turn of events gave everyone a scare. They all subconsciously froze in their tracks one by one, their gazes staring at the coffin.

As the rosewood coffin shook, the lid began to move bit by bit. The inside was revealed little by little before the crowd.

All the ancient martial art practitioners held their breath, staring unblinkingly at the rosewood coffin. Their expressions were nervous, fearing that the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell were not inside.

Rumble! The rosewood coffin opened completely. A crimson light lit up from the inside of the rosewood coffin, shining on the whole palace hall in an instant. The thick crimson light caused everyone to lose their sight for a moment. However, their other senses were not blocked. An eerie chill filled the palace hall, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably. A stench of blood pervaded the air like a bloody battlefield.

In midair, Mo Wen's expression turned serious. His silhouette flashed and he retreated tens of meters. He almost hugged one of the palace hall's walls.

”That is…?” A look of shock flashed in Pavilion Leader Ye Rong's eyes. She held the Purple Bottle Gourd in her hand. The purple light unleashed by the Bottle Gourd slowly separated her from the surrounding crimson light. Hence, among the crowd present, her visibility was the highest.

From the rosewood coffin, a person slowly crawled out. It was a person with a very tall and large figure.

A living person?

In this palace hall, how was it possible for there to be a living person, and one lying in a coffin at that?

Even Pavilion Leader Ye Rong was somewhat stunned. The inexplicable incident caused her heart to be enveloped by a chill.

Roar! Roar! A voice that sounded like a beast roar, as well as a bray, suddenly sounded. The voice was like rolling thunder, seemingly exploding beside everyone's ears. Everyone saw pitch black, their heads dizzy and eyes dazzled.

Some ancient martial art practitioners that had lower cultivation directly spat a few mouths of blood. Their figures flew backward, their faces white as sheets.

The figures of Bu Zhangkun and the others who were standing the closest were also shaken by the roar. They frantically retreated tens of steps backward. Their blood boiled and they were nearly injured.

The gaze of Mo Wen, who was far away in the corner of the palace hall, also shook. The roar actually even affected him. With his soul power, it would have been impossible for something to affect him from such a distance unless from the soul of an immortal cultivator or by another borrowing some mysterious treasure. After all, his current soul power was only second to that of the soul of an immortal cultivator.

After the crimson light faded, a tall and large shadow stepped out.

”What monster is that?” Jiang Pingzhou shouted strangely. His voice had changed pitch somewhat as he subconsciously retreated a few steps.

The silhouette was more than three meters tall. Its upper half was naked, revealing ink green skin. Its eyes were scarlet, and its mouth was full of fangs more than three inches long. Its ten fingers were like beast claws and its nails were like hooks.

The monster than resembled neither man nor ghost emanated an astonishingly terrifying aura.