Chapter 162 I am the son of the emperor, with great luck
"Isn't it just the Ancient Holy Body? I will help you deal with him!"
As expected, Feng Jiu'er couldn't stand the excitement. At first glance, she looked like an inexperienced little girl.
"Suddenly I remembered, have you ever killed anyone?"
Zhang Yi glanced at Feng Jiuer meaningfully and asked meaningfully.
Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Zhang Yi to ask such a question, and immediately said excitedly with her hands on her hips: "Are you kidding? I kill people like crazy, okay?"
Zhang Yi and the others looked at each other and shook their heads in a tacit understanding. No matter how they looked at Feng Jiuer, they seemed to be trying to cover up.
"It doesn't look like it."
Ren Qianchou laughed and ridiculed that she didn't believe that Feng Jiuer's hands were stained with blood.
"Hmph, keep your eyes open and wait for me!"
Feng Jiu'er snorted unconvinced and raised her head proudly.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't we look for Ye Chen while looking for opportunities? Don't waste the opportunity."
Shen Wangu knew that the tomb of the God of Devouring Heaven contained great opportunities, so he naturally could not let others seize the opportunity.
Zhang Yi nodded, but in the huge tomb of the God of Devouring Heaven, there was nothing except the rows of blood-colored coffins. There was no so-called chance.
Unexpectedly, Feng Jiu'er said something shocking at this time. He patted the blood-colored coffin closest to him and said, "Opportunities are among these blood-colored coffins. It's just that the existence in each coffin is not different. It may be chance, or even more... It could be a disaster."
"Isn't this a blind box?"
Zhang Yi felt this familiar routine and instantly felt his scalp numb. This made him look for the Three-Inch Golden Lotus and Phoenix True Blood.
"You mean the opportunities are all in these coffins?"
Shen Wangu also felt his scalp numb. Who knows what could be released from this coffin?
"This Tiantian clan is truly extraordinary. I never thought that the opportunities in the legendary Tomb of the God of Devouring Heaven would actually exist in this way."
Shen Wangu sighed, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He definitely didn't dare to open the blood-colored coffin easily. After all, Feng Jiuer also said that he didn't know what was inside.
"Shuntian, can you sense the presence inside the coffin?"
Zhang Yi asked Shuntian on his shoulder.
Shuntian closed his eyes, felt it carefully, then shook his head slightly and said, "I can't sense it, it's completely blocked by the blood-colored coffin."
Hearing this, Zhang Yi and his group frowned. This matter, which was completely dependent on luck, was a bit difficult to do.
Unexpectedly, Feng Jiuer didn't care so much. He reached out and opened a bloody coffin in front of him, and a rotten aura burst out from it.
Zhang Yi and others hurriedly took a few steps back with alert expressions, their spiritual power running in their bodies, and they were ready to take action at any time.
Seeing their vigilant looks, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but smile, "Why are you so brave? Since I dare to open this bloody coffin, there will be no danger."
I saw Feng Jiu'er calmly taking out a palm-sized jade bottle from the coffin. The moment she opened the cork, the aroma of wine overflowed and spread in the tomb of the God Devouring God in Nuoda.
"This is Tuntian Wine. It is a unique wine of the Tuntian clan. It can stabilize the power of Qi and blood in the body..."
Feng Jiu'er drank the wine in her hand as she spoke, showing her boldness.
"hiss……"
After drinking, he smacked his lips with a look of enjoyment and said, "It's great!"
"Do you want a drink?"
Feng Jiu'er took a sip and pretended to throw the bottle to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi immediately waved his hand and refused. How could something of such unknown origin be imported so easily?
Although he is now invulnerable to all poisons, he should be careful about what he puts into his mouth.
The others also shook their heads with disgust. Although the wine was very fragrant, they had the same idea as Zhang Yi and did not dare to try it easily.
"A bunch of cowards!"
Feng Jiu'er glanced at a few people with a disdainful expression, and then continued drinking alone.
"GuluGulu~"
The strong wine flowed down Feng Jiuer's throat, and she let out a cheerful sigh, "Good wine!"
"You seem to know a lot about this place? What is your relationship with the Tiantian clan?"
Zhang Yi felt that Feng Jiuer's relationship with the Tuntian clan was extremely extraordinary, and he couldn't help but have doubts about her identity.
"Why should I tell you?"
Feng Jiu'er raised her beautiful eyebrows, her face was slightly red, and the aroma of wine emanated from her mouth.
"Then can you tell me?"
Shuntian looked at Feng Jiu'er sideways and asked.
"Son of God, you will naturally know when your memory is completely restored. I can't tell you now."
"You only need to rely on your feelings in the Tomb of the God Swallowing God. You are all destined to come to the Tomb of the God Swallowing God. Everything is God's will. Use your most direct feelings to open the blood-colored coffin, and you will naturally get what you want.
opportunity."
As if to confirm her statement, Feng Jiuer casually opened a blood-colored coffin in front of her.
This time she was still very calm. Feng Jiuer calmly put her hand into it and took out a pill that exuded a strong fragrance. She swallowed the pill without hesitation, and a look appeared on her pretty face.
The color of enjoyment.
Zhang Yi and others looked at Feng Jiu'er with strange expressions. Why did she say that the tomb of the swallowing god was so casual, and whether there was danger in it all depended on luck?
Isn't this too uncontrollable?
"Son of God, as the only remaining Tiantian clan in the world, you should have any opportunity you want, just open the blood-colored coffin."
"But one thing I have to remind you is that only the person who opens the bloody coffin can have the opportunity. Do you understand?"
Feng Jiu'er was quite generous, explaining to a few people eloquently.
"Does this mean that the contents in the coffin belong to the person who opened the coffin?"
Shen Wangu raised his eyebrows and asked.
Feng Jiu'er nodded, then ignored them and quickly walked among the blood-colored coffins. Wherever he passed, there were wind and residual clouds.
When Shen Wangu saw that Feng Jiuer had opened so many blood-colored coffins without encountering any danger, he couldn't help but feel excited. He gritted his teeth and rushed to a blood-colored coffin.
"I am the son of the Human Emperor, and I have great fortune!"
Shen Wangu gritted his teeth and chose a blood-colored coffin based on his most realistic feeling. But when he opened the coffin, a monstrous blood color emerged, and a huge crisis broke out from it.
"Click rub rub!"
Fortunately, Shen Wangu was on guard and retreated quickly. When he raised his head and saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
"Am I so unlucky? As soon as I opened the first coffin, the afterimage of Swallowing Heaven came out?!"
Shen Wangu was too familiar with the bloody mist in front of him. It was the obsession he had after the death of the Sky-Swallowing Totoro, and it had great lethality.
"Shen Wangu! What are you doing?! Look what good things you have done!"
Ren Qianchou took advantage of the opportunity and yelled, "It's okay for others to do it, but you are the only one who has caused such a big trouble."