There are similar inscriptions on the seal, mixed in multiple languages.

Every Ann will have a little bit of it, but if they get together, they can't understand it at all.

Thinking about the history of the Li family, when was this coffin discovered?

And when did the corpse refining begin?

An Bei is more interested in the depths of the spiritual veins.

"The inscription leads the formation and becomes the eye of the formation to swallow up resentment, corpse qi, and support the existence in the coffin."

An Buu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the coffin.

It felt cold to the touch, and a layer of cyan mist rose from the bronze coffin and quickly spread to An Bu's hand.

However, before touching it, the blue mist was burned by the dark flames.

Then, Anor pulled back his hand with a frown.

It seems that the strange fire can't cause damage to the bronze coffin.

dong dong dong!

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the bronze coffin.

It was as if someone was trying to push the coffin board away, constantly beating the coffin board.

"No, what's inside has to come out!"

The drought is about to wake up!

Anor gathered all his strength, slapped the coffin with one palm, firmly supported the coffin board, and pressed it tightly.

Before he thought of a way to solve this eye, he couldn't let the scorpion come out, so he could only press down on the coffin board.

However, An Bu was surprised to find that in his current form of the black dragon, he couldn't hold down the coffin board!

The things inside are incredibly powerful!

That's right, the ancestor of the Li family was always a walking corpse who was a half-way monk, and this one can be said to be the ancestor of the walking corpse.

The highest-ranking walking corpse!

So how can her strength not be terrifying?

When An Erran was thinking about whether to activate the full peak form, he heard a pop, and one end of the coffin board actually stretched out a palm.

The palms are pale and colorless, small and delicate, with sharp fingernails. On the back of the hands, you can see the blood vessels that look like incantations.

The palm of his hand was firmly stuck at the seam of the coffin board, and the thick blood energy was constantly flowing out of the stuck gap.

"Drink... er... roar..."

There was a low growl like a beast in the gap, pushing the coffin board desperately.

An or else, it is too late to activate the bloodline now. Once the bloodline is activated, I will definitely not think about just pressing the coffin board, but release the opponent and fight the last battle...

An family bloodline is such an impulsive thing.

But once they fight, with the strength of the two, their destructive power is no less than that of driving a Gundam in a city.

Therefore, no matter what, the blood vessels cannot be activated.

So, Ann had no choice but to hold down the coffin board with her own body.

An Beirui looked at the white palm that was stuck on the coffin board, and his heart moved, and a dead black flame fell on the palm.

The strange fire is the most virtuous thing, and for the ordinary evil spirits, it is the heavenly thing.

So, Ann wondered whether it would also have an effect on zombies.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The black flames of annihilation fell, as if the palm of the hand fell into boiling oil, white smoke emanated from the palm of the hand.

And the drought inside was screaming again and again.

This scream is also somewhat doorway.

This is a sound wave attack, but unfortunately, the spirit is too strong to be deterred by the sound wave.

"In the land of the living, the dead are not allowed to set foot!"

"go back!"

Ann shouted otherwise.

In just a few breaths, the palm of his hand was burned like black coal, but the dagger just wouldn't stretch it out.

And there is a change in the palm.

The dark layer of dead skin faded away, revealing more tender and fairer skin...

Like a golden cicada taking off its shell and reborn!

Sure enough, the drought is not so easy to deal with.

But the other party's scream just now couldn't be faked.

If it doesn't work once, then twice, if it doesn't work twice, then three times!

An otherwise, another dead black flame falls on the palm of the hand and continues to burn!

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The palm sheds its skin again and returns to its original state.

Ann, otherwise start another fire...

After many times, Anor found that the screams of the scorpion were full of resentment and pain.

Or in normal battles, the drought won't take the strange fire to heart.

However, in this situation, the drought is definitely extremely painful.

Once, twice, three times...the same place!

An otherwise doesn't think that the dwarf has no intelligence.

An ancient walking corpse like this is at least at the top of the food chain.

It is impossible to be ignorant all the time, in madness.

There will always be an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

"An Lan... An Lan!"

Based on the previous observations, An Bao was convinced that this was not a dry scorpion refined by the Li family.

Drought can be said to be the final stage of a system.

It can also be said to be an existence.

And An Bubu thinks that the Li family has not yet directly refined the ability of the rank-ranked corpse.

Even if the Li family created the mass grave.

In the bronze coffin in front of me, I am afraid that it is the real dry scorpion that the Li family excavated in the depths of the spiritual veins.

The history of drought can be traced back to ancient times.

At the end of the ancient times, the dispute between the Demon Emperor and the Soul Emperor was the most serious, and it was also the period of the decisive battle.

Perhaps the drought has not recovered to its peak yet, but it must not be unfamiliar to these two great emperors.

So, An Buu tried to read An Lan, no, it was the name of the Demon Emperor An Lan.

Sure enough, the palm that was firmly stuck on the coffin board trembled.

An Buuo took the opportunity to say, "An Lan of the An family is still the clan emperor. She lives in a secluded place and is suspected of recovering... Soon this world will be overthrown..."

Ann didn't lie, but it's just that he can't tell the difference between the two names.

Chapter 408: The War Is Coming

According to the information that has been obtained, the drought scorpion existed in the ancient times.

The origin and source can no longer be traced back, but it can last forever, and there is no such thing as a lifespan.

Therefore, it is very likely that it has experienced the ancient times when the two emperors fought each other.

Not to mention why it appeared in that top-quality spiritual vein, just by virtue of the distance between this ancient city and Lancheng, he felt that there might be a story between Han and An Lan.

It's just that Anor never knew about the drought in Anjia's records.

Therefore, those words just now were just his temptation.

According to Zuo Mo, at the peak of the drought, you can fight the emperor.

However, it is clear that An Lan won the battle between the two emperors in the ancient times.

He also took notice of Han Cai's reaction just now.

It trembled.

Possibly, it has fought against the Devil Emperor, and maybe the reason why it has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years is also related to the Devil Emperor.

When An Buo used the name of An Lan and the name of the Devil Emperor to confuse the public, the pale palm retracted a little bit.

This also proved that his temptation was right.

Drought is afraid of Demon Emperor An Lan.

It has no confidence in who it is now.

After all, the Li family's hundreds of years of raising corpses are not enough to restore it to its old peak.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to be held down by the coffin board.

Finally, the bronze coffin regained its calm.

Only the grievances that filled the sky were still being swallowed up by the bronze coffin.

Because of An Lan's shock and deterrence, the disaster of waking up from drought was brought to an end.

But, the catastrophe of the walking corpses that calamified the living and crawled out of the corpse pit has not yet been resolved.

How many walking corpses are there in the corpse pit?

If things go on like this, relying on these walking corpses alone, Anbu Ran's troops may be exhausted, and even the entire ancient city will be in trouble.

Anor looked fixedly at the bronze coffin.

The talisman paper and the inscriptions on it, with the abandonment of the drought, faded into a hidden brilliance.

Now it looks like this is a decent coffin.

"The coffin is the formation eye. If you want to destroy the formation, you have to destroy the formation eye."

"Or do you want to be the enemy of the drought?"

Anbu pondered hard.

It is not advisable to be the enemy of drought.

The opponent is an immortal walking corpse.

Moreover, the strength is unknown, the risk is too great, and it is not worth it.

But you can't let the walking corpses continue to climb out of the mass grave.

Suddenly, An Oro's light flashed.

Back then, it was difficult for him to deal with Zuo Mo in a short period of time, and he couldn't kill her. Didn't he just lock her up?

"As long as the coffin is sealed and connected to the outside formation, the goal can be achieved."

An otherwise did not say a word, and took out the Nine Emperor Zun Cauldron.

The imprisonment of the Nine Emperor Gods is very strange.

There is a space inside, like a cage. After entering, it is not easy to come out.

Besides, the rank of the Nine Emperors Zun Cauldron, An Bao has not been able to see it till now.

All I know is that it must be a very powerful and powerful treasure.