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第两千三百九十八章 宝物与陷阱

About a tea's time later, from deep underground came a deafening sound. The bald-faced elder laughed wildly: "Haha! Broken, broken! Finally, my efforts haven't been in vain."

The crystal-like walls, which had appeared like emerald jade, finally shattered into nothingness. In their place was a dark staircase that emerged into the line of sight, extending downwards to an unknown destination.

"Let's go!"

The bald-faced elder swept his gaze over the scene, showing a hint of hesitation. However, after all this effort and difficulty, he couldn't afford to retreat. Fortune or misfortune, it could not be avoided. He led the way down first.

The staircase wasn't long; it took only half a tea's time to reach its end.

A tomb chamber came into view.

Several ancient demons widened their eyes in disbelief, almost thinking they had seen things wrong.

After a while, the middle-aged ancient demon spoke up, his face showing hesitation: "Senior Brother, you said this was an ancient cultivator's site. What we see now..."

The bald-faced elder's expression wasn't much better; he showed no surprise but turned to the others: "Why are you still standing there? Let's work together."

"Okay!"

The other ancient demons didn't hesitate either and rushed over, causing a series of explosions as they worked. Surprisingly, despite its complexity, the restrictions were not very sturdy and quickly fell.

The demons breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing extreme joy. However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

"Bang!"

Without them having to do anything, the lid of the coffin flew open on its own. It hit the stone ceiling with a loud crash before landing heavily on the ground.

"Bad news!"

The bald-faced elder was shocked and felt an intense unease in his heart. He quickly retreated behind. His reaction was swift, but not so for the other ancient demons.

Cries of pain and fear echoed as seven ancient demons were enveloped by dark demonic energy that shot up from the coffin like a movie. Their screams came from inside.

The bald-faced elder and the middle-aged demon exchanged glances; both were at the peak of their distraction, having faced countless dangers, but now they felt an unprecedented terror deep in their souls.

This feeling was hard to describe, but one thing was certain: they had encountered something unprecedentedly dangerous.

The old man licked his lips as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. At this moment's delay, the remaining ancient demons at the peak of their distraction were also swept away by the demonic fog.

More cries filled the air until they stopped. The demonic fog dissipated, revealing the disciples who had been sucked in. However, upon seeing their faces, the bald-faced elder and the middle-aged man shivered; they looked like old men on the brink of death, drained of all power.

"Heaven, what kind of monster is this!"

Both were about to break down. They had come here hoping to find ancient cultivator's treasures but now faced with the prospect of losing their lives.

If only they hadn't come here. But in the world of cultivation, there was no such thing as a do-over.

To date, they didn't know what kind of demon emerged from that coffin. If they died here, it would be too vague and unclear.

Meanwhile, a flash of light appeared on the horizon. The speed was incredible; within a breath, it flew to their location.

Lin Xuan landed after retracting his遁光.

However, his expression was grim as he looked at the huge crack in the ice plain.

Had someone already been here?

Could it be the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor? Otherwise, how would anyone know there were treasures buried here?

Lin Xuan's face grew even more grim. Could all this effort have been for nothing?

Of course, Lin Xuan was not willing to give up.

He scanned his surroundings; the traces of the destroyed restrictions were still fresh, indicating that whoever had come must not have been long ago. If he was lucky, they might not have left yet.

Lin Xuan decided to test his luck.

He flashed and jumped into the crack.

Of course, Lin Xuan was fully alert. After all, the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor wasn't a weakling; although imprisoned for millions of years, using another body obtained through possession, he lacked the full power of his prime. But one couldn't be careless regardless. Who knew how much strength he had regained after so long?

However, despite his caution, Lin Xuan moved quickly. After all, someone else had already beaten him to it and taken the treasures. Any more delay would mean no chance.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed as the bald-faced elder trembled. He watched helplessly as his junior was enveloped by the demonic fog. He wanted to save him but didn't dare to act.

He cursed himself for being cowardly, yet in reality, a distraction period existence wouldn't be afraid. It was that monster's terrifying presence that forced them to flee, only to have their escape path blocked by a light barrier. After a brief battle, he still couldn't identify the creature but his junior made a mistake and was enveloped by the fog.

At first, it was "Senior Brother, save me." Now, the screams had stopped; they must have met with misfortune.

The bald-faced elder's heart froze in fear. Could this be their end today?

As the demonic fog dissipated, his junior truly looked like an old man, a once powerful distraction period existence now reduced to a frail elderly figure who could barely stand.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. The light barrier that had blocked their escape shattered. The bald-faced elder was taken aback but quickly replaced with joy as he transformed into a streak of light, trying to flee.

The figure inside the fog seemed surprised too before cold laughter echoed: "Want to run? Dream on."

Before they could react, hundreds of tentacles extended from the fog, wrapping around the bald-faced elder like snakes.

He was terrified but didn't surrender. He turned and raised his magic staff, releasing a surge of spiritual energy.

At this moment, he couldn't afford to hide anything; he unleashed his most powerful technique. Skeletons floated in the sky, gnawing noisily, some spitting lightning, others spewing demonic flames. Their power was evident from their sheer force.

As an ancient demon at the peak of distraction period, the bald-faced elder had a bit of confidence.

But then, he turned pale as those terrifying skeletons proved useless against the tentacles, which effortlessly moved through the demonic flames and lightning. They quickly reached his side.

Even his most powerful technique was ineffective; his protective demonic energy became mere decoration. The tentacles easily wrapped around him tightly.

"No..."

With no chance to struggle, the bald-faced elder screamed loudly but it couldn't change the outcome as he was pulled into the fog by the tentacles.

Everything happened right in front of Lin Xuan who watched with a grim face.

The treasure map indicated that this site belonged to the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor. How could it turn out to be a trap? (To be continued)

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