Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 1213 Woke up.

The clan king's eyelids have been twitching since just now, and he doesn't know if it's joy or worry.

"Come in."

After the majestic sound, a guard in a soldier uniform walked in from outside the study room, with a rifle hanging on his back. After entering, he knelt down on one knee at a position about two meters in front of the desk, and put his right hand on his bent knee. The left hand is close to the body and vertical, bowing the head slightly, the tone is very respectful and urgent.

"My lord, there is a reaction in Hanhua's dormitory."

Hearing the sound, the clan king's scalp suddenly became numb and thickened, and his hair stood up reversely. He suddenly got up, walked around the desk, and walked southwest without saying a word.

The Hanhua sleeping hall is the most secret place of the human race. The clan king heard the trial domain tell him before that the person in the sleeping hall would wake up one day, but he didn't expect it to be tonight.

Although he has not woken up for a long time, it is also a hope for the human race to hear that he will wake up from the Judgment Realm.

In fact, it is also for this reason that the Judgment Domain takes extra care of them.

The old son of the clan king thought as he walked, when he came to the door of the Hanhua dormitory, a bloody smell permeated wantonly in the darkness, which made him frown. It is estimated that many guards died inside, and the ancestor woke up. right?
But it should be time, it is said that the spirit ancestor has returned, how could he endure the loneliness and continue to sleep here.

The Hanhua bedroom is actually a small underground palace with a big red coffin inside, in which lies the ancestor who has been sleeping for more than 1000 years.

No one knows the reason for his deep sleep, but tonight's vision response was not only felt by the human race, but also by the Elders in the Judgment Domain.

In the dim meeting hall, the elders wore cloaks of different colors and masks made of different materials on their faces. Their eyes shone coldly in the darkness.

I don't know whose voice rang first: "I've woken up."

"Just in time."

"Not necessarily a good thing."

"That man never took a stand."

"Nothing, no harm to us."

"Lingzu seems to be difficult to deal with."

"It's okay, it's still the same as before."

"She doesn't have three heads and six arms."

The words of the elders echoed in the air, and it was impossible to tell who was speaking.

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In the Hanhua dormitory of the human race, the old king of the clan walked cautiously towards the room of the big red coffin. He had just walked halfway, and with the faint light in his hand, he saw the lower half of a man, wrapped in black boots. He was wearing silver-gray trousers, and his boots were stained with some shocking redness.

This pair of boots, the clan king old man knows who it is, because he has seen it no less than a hundred times, it is the ancestor who slept in the big red coffin...

He finally woke up.

As soon as the old son of the clan king finished sighing, there was a sudden pain in his throat, and he blushed suddenly, his neck was thick, and he couldn't breathe at all. The eyeballs are about to roll out of their sockets, and they are covered with bloodshot eyes, which is very frightening.

The guard who hid aside and lingered was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth, for fear that he would be frightened to make a sound. Beads of sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead, and his heart beat violently like thunder.

The mysterious ancestor in the darkness pinched the old and withered body of the clan king around his neck and lifted him up high.

The whole state of the old man seemed to be hanging, he struggled to kick his feet.

(End of this chapter)