The glory of the king: the almighty Li Bai

Chapter 130 Ghost!

Chapter 160 Nine Ghosts!
"I didn't expect that, I thought the cave had already gone to the bottom!" Zi Ling smiled at Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli glanced at the tomb full of golden inscriptions in front of him, and grinned: "Who would have thought that the entrance of this tomb is on the top? The owner of this tomb is really smart!"

Zi Ling was full of anticipation and said excitedly; "According to ancient books, there are inscriptions and heroic weapons in the tomb, let's look through it quickly!"

Looking at Ziling's appearance, Feng Wanli couldn't help shaking his head: "It is also recorded in ancient books that there are usually ghosts of the tomb owner's soul mutated in the tomb, and the tomb guardian beast guards it! We can't be careless!"

"Do you think this tomb is a warrior's tomb, a mage's tomb, or an archer's tomb?" Ziling became a curious baby now, and suddenly asked questions.

Feng Wanli pointed to the Xuanhua ax placed on the wooden frame next to the grave, and smiled slightly: "Obviously a warrior!"

"Wanli, don't you have the inheritance of Cheng Yaojin?" Zi Ling's heart moved, and he said quickly: "Isn't this weapon very suitable for you?"

"It's pretty good, but it should be fake. Armed with heroes!" Feng Wanli glanced at the Xuanhua axe.

"Why?" Ziling stepped forward, just about to pick up the axe.

"Don't move!" Feng Wanli hurried forward to stop Zi Ling.

"It is rumored that the souls of the tomb owners will live in their most important items!" Feng Wanli glanced at the giant axe, and continued: "If there is a ghost in this tomb, it should be in that giant axe. Let's find other valuables first. s things!"

Zi Ling nodded, and muttered in a low voice: "This soldier is really a poor ghost. Apart from these two Xuanhua axes, there are only a few bottles and cans left."

Feng Wanli looked sideways and found three or five piles of ceramics on the left side of the coffin.

"In the previous life, these porcelains must be valuable!" Feng Wanli shook his head, feeling rather regretful: "In this world, they have no value at all!"

"Wanli! We can't take anything except these two giant axes!"

Zi Ling looked around and found that there was nothing else of value in the entire tomb.

Feng Wanli pointed to the coffin in the center of the tomb, and smiled slightly: "There is one more place we haven't seen yet!"

Zi Ling glanced at the coffin, and was quite frightened, and quickly pulled Feng Wanli's arm, tremblingly said: "Do you think that ghost is in that coffin!"

"It's okay!" Feng Wanli glanced at the simple tomb, and said with a smile: "Looking at the size of this tomb, the owner of the tomb is at most a gold-level inheritor in front of him, and the ghost he becomes is two levels backward, and he only has bronze-level strength. Don't be afraid !"

Feng Wanli held the iron sword, walked up to the coffin in front of him, and waved his right hand.

"Wow!"

A white light flashed, and the bush in front of him was instantly cut open.

"Ah!" Seeing the bushes open, Zi Ling subconsciously stepped back, but didn't dare to take a look at them.

Feng Wanli hugged Ziling quickly, and smiled slightly: "It's okay! Don't be afraid!"

At the same time, the two of Xiao Shui.

"Where did these two people go?" Sun Yuan scratched his head, very puzzled.

Xiao Shui held the broken blade tightly with one hand, and walked slowly out of the cave with a sullen face.

"ah!"

"What's the sound?" Xiao Shui paused, looking backward.

Sun Yuan looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems that there is a girl's cry!" Xiao Shui turned around and came to the bottom of the cave, and put his ears on the rock wall.

Sun Yuan is still confused up to now, looking at Xiao Shui from the sidelines.

Xiao Shui raised his head, raised the flashlight, and a cave as thick as half a person was revealed in front of the two of them.

"Hehe!" Xiao Shui waved the Broken Blade in his hand, and sneered: "Let me find it for a while!"

Feng Wanli let Zi Ling go, and raised the flashlight to shine into the coffin.

Zi Ling stood behind her, holding the iron sword tightly in both hands, and looked around with her big watery eyes, obviously very scared.

"what!"

"What's the matter?" Feng Wanli looked at Feng Wanli with a slight hesitation, and quickly asked, "Is the corpse scary?"

Feng Wanli shook his head, turned sideways and said: "Is there any bones in here! There is only a big storm sword, come and have a look!"

Ziling glanced at Feng Wanli, stretched out his head hesitantly, and glanced into the coffin.

Sure enough, there was not a single bone fragment in the entire coffin, only a blue and white storm sword was lying quietly in the coffin.

"Go further away, I suspect that the ghost of the tomb owner is on this hero weapon!" Feng Wanli licked his lips, quite nervous.

Zi Ling nodded, walked up to Silver Moon Wolf King, stroked the wolf king's pure white hair, and said with concern: "Be careful!"

"Hehe!" Feng Wanli nodded, and said to Zi Ling, "Relax, don't worry!"

As the hand was slowly stretched down, Feng Wanli felt even more uneasy.

"Bang!"

Feng Wanli grasped the hilt of the Storm Sword and lifted it slowly.

"call!"

Seeing that nothing happened, Feng Wanli couldn't help but relax, and said, "Obviously that soul is in those two Xuanhua axes!"

"Haha! There are weapons!"

An arrogant voice came from the cave.

Feng Wanli was startled, and raised the flashlight in his hand to sweep out of the cave, just in time to see Sun Yuan's naked face, rushing towards the Xuanhua ax beside the cave.

"Don't take it!" Feng Wan looked anxious, and quickly stopped: "There are ghosts on it!"

"Bang!"

The wooden frame fell down, and Sun Yuan grabbed two Xuanhua axes the size of half a man. A phantom figure in the shape of a light blue man with a ferocious face and a faint fire in his eyes stared greedily at the person below him. sun garden.

Feng Wanli was startled, and hastily turned on the advanced energy detector next to his ear.

Ghost (Silver)

Max Life: 1800
Physical Attack: 10
Physical defense: 0
Heal per 8 seconds: [-]
Spell Attack: 120
Max Mana: 300
Magic defense: 60
Spell Reduction: 10%
Movement Speed: 60
Evaluation: In front of him is a platinum-level inheritor. After death, due to resentment, his soul lingers and becomes a silver-level inheritor. His strength is determined by the ability in front of him. In addition, because he is a soul body, he is not afraid of physical attacks. Attacks are magical attacks Mainly.

Feng Wanli pulled Zi Ling aside, and said in a low voice: "This is a silver-level ghost, remember to be ready to escape at any time!"

"what!"

At this moment, Sun Yuan let out a terrible scream, and the flesh and blood all over his body shrank instantly, and the emerald green life energy was continuously sucked by the soul on the Xuanhua axe.

"Sun Yuan!" Xiao Shui shrank his pupils, looked at the ghost on Sun Yuan's body, clasped his hands together, and a fiery fireball instantly smashed towards the ghost in the air.

"Hiss!" The ghost roared, turned around, and instantly escaped from the Xuanhua axe, avoiding the fireball in the air.

Ghosts are spirit beings, and only spell damage can damage them.

(End of this chapter)