Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Roar…"

King Wannu was severely injured and rolled on the ground, letting out a deafening scream that nearly shattered everyone's eardrums.

At this point, its twelve arms were mostly crippled, and there were even clumps of black stuff flowing out from the broken end of its tail, it was unclear whether it was internal organs or something else.

"Hmph! We don't need you here anymore. Let's end this!"

Ji Haobo's Demon Blade Flowing Fire Thousand Blades exploded again, transforming into a large number of blue Dapu Ghost Insects, which flew into the wound on the tail of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

The continuous penetration and cutting from the inside out, along with the boundless karmic fire merging into one place, slowly ignites it.

The rolling struggles gradually ceased, and the massive body transformed into a raging inferno, eventually turning to ashes.

The battle on the other side was also basically over. Several large centipedes were torn to pieces by several dragons, leaving no trace under the flames of the Candle Dragon.

Ji Haobo recalled the black dragons and the others, glanced at the panel, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

Each of these centipedes contributed 30,000 gacha points, plus the 50,000 from the King of Slaves, totaling 320,000. Adding that to the 860,000 in stock, the total exceeds one million.

Now that the dust had settled, Ji Haobo walked a few steps to the huge bronze coffin, glanced inside, and found that there was nothing inside.

It doesn't matter whether there's anything inside or not; this bronze coffin is good enough, so I'll just put it away and integrate it into the black coffin.

Unfortunately, it didn't cause much of a stir; it only added a bit more depth to the Xuan Coffin.

"Bo, you're awesome!"

Wu Laosan followed the others over, excitedly giving a thumbs-up and exclaiming in amazement.

"Summoning dragons, golden light flashing as gods descend to earth, and even more outrageous, the ability to tear space apart—no wonder Fatty said even gods would kneel down and call you 'Dad'!"

"Yes! Bo, you're as powerful as a god, can you grant me immortality?!"

Qiu Dehao, that old bastard, now talks about immortality two or three times out of three, and his burning gaze gives Ji Haobo goosebumps all over.

"I don't have immortality, but I know God very well. Should I say hello to him and send you to heaven to see him?"

Ji Haobo's forced smile made Qiu Dehao's lips twitch, his eyelids twitch wildly, and he stammered as he hurriedly waved his hands.

"No...no need, I think...it's better not to bother God."

"Oh! Okay, then. Just let me know if you want to go anytime."

Ji Haobo nodded and patted Qiu Dehao on the shoulder with a very serious expression.

"Whether it's heaven or hell, the underworld of the East or the Western Paradise, I have connections. As your friend, I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for you."

"Okay...ok..."

Qiu Dehao felt the hand on his shoulder was like the scythe of death, as if it could reap his soul at any moment.

It was only then that he realized that although Ji Haobo seemed easy to talk to on the surface, he did not have the aloof attitude of the gods in mythology.

But that doesn't mean I can nag and offend him wantonly.

Old Hu and Fatty Wang found it amusing to see him trembling.

Damn it! You old codger, you still think Bo Ye is a nice guy?

She kept babbling on and on in front of him, without even considering her own character. She even wanted to ask for immortality. It was like the God of Longevity eating poison; she was asking for death!

Hmm! By the way, does Master Bo actually live forever? I'll have to ask him when I get back.

The two exchanged knowing glances in secret, a conversation best left unsaid to outsiders.

"Alright! You guys wait here, I'll go inside the bronze door and take a look."

Ji Haobo stopped arguing and turned to hand the tent to Lao Hu and the others.

"Master Bo, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves is gone now, how are you going to get in?"

"Of course we'll go inside!"

Ji Haobo was too lazy to explain. What was his status and strength? How could that trash, Wan Nu Wang, compare to him?

"Can we go in and take a look?"

Wang Pangzi's words drew everyone's attention, and everyone was curious about what was inside.

Qiu Dehao and Chen Pi exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "That's right! If we can't go in and take a look, then we can at least do so, right?"

"You really have wild ideas. Where would you put such an exaggerated bronze door? Your vegetable garden? Or a massage parlor?"

I don't know about others, but Zhang went in and came out with no memory of anything. No one can guarantee there won't be any long-term effects."

Seeing their curious expressions, Ji Haobo couldn't help but sneer and said indifferently:

"If you don't care about all this and want to go in and experience it, I won't stop you."

After saying that, he ignored everyone's reaction, walked straight to the bronze door, and placed his hand on it;

Before he even exerted his strength, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, somewhat similar to the feeling he had when he touched the Yongzhou Cauldron last time.

As a surge of vital energy burst forth and poured in, the enormous bronze door suddenly and silently opened a crack more than half a meter wide.

It was pitch black inside, like nothingness, with no wind blowing out, and no yin energy or aura bursting out.

All that remained was a chilling darkness, silently waiting for someone to go in and be swallowed up.

Ji Haobo merely frowned slightly before resolutely stepping inside, and the bronze door slowly closed behind him.

Everyone just stood outside the door watching silently, none of them wanting to risk experiencing the unknown thrill.

Even Qiu Dehao and Chen Pi, who felt they didn't have many days left to live, didn't want to risk their lives because of curiosity.

"Old Qiu, why didn't you go in just now? If I were you, I would have done something exciting before I died, otherwise... Hey! Old Qiu, don't go!"

Qiu Dehao couldn't stand Wang Pangzi's constant nagging and turned to rest on the side.

Wu Laosan and his group also found a flat spot to set up camp and take care of their minor wounds.

No one was in a hurry to go back immediately; they all wanted to see if Ji Haobo would bring out any strange news.

On the other side, as Ji Haobo stepped through the dark crack in the door, he felt as if the world had shifted, and he found himself in an unknown space.

The bronze door that led in was clearly visible behind us, but it was already closed, and a strong hallucinogenic fluctuation lingered on its surface.

Ji Haobo had no interest in studying it now, nor was he thinking about how to get out later; his attention was completely drawn to the scene in front of him.

Here, a rich golden dragon aura permeates the air, and the phantoms of the Eight Trigrams, Yin and Yang, Tai Chi, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches appear, flowing in strange trajectories.

Anyway, Ji Haobo couldn't understand it, but there was an altar standing in the center, which was nine meters high;

The top features a giant three-legged round cauldron, with mountains and rivers carved on its body, and mythical beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, and qilin clearly visible.

An incredibly heavy aura emanated naturally, with an overwhelming sense of suppression emanating from it.

In addition, there was a small ball of crimson blood and qi inside the cauldron, and the aura belonged to Zhang Menzi.

"The Jizhou Cauldron among the Nine Cauldrons?"

Ji Haobo only glanced at it briefly before making a guess. Jizhou was the first of the nine provinces, so the cauldron it represented should be the largest, and it was no problem that it was engraved with mountains and rivers.

This cauldron on the altar not only gathers the dragon energy from the earth's veins, but also suppresses this unknown space.

because……