As soon as the small black coffin appeared, strange patterns appeared on it, exactly matching those of the thirty-six coffins.
Not only the patterns, but even the color and material of the coffins began to change, soon matching the coffins exactly, even mimicking their auras perfectly.
"What are you doing... Xia Chen was startled, not knowing what Mo Nian was up to.
"This is another treasure of mine, besides the flying shuttle, the Thousand Illusion Spirit Coffin. It can mimic the appearance and aura of any coffin.
In the past, when I encountered terrifying creatures in the cemetery, as long as I hid in the coffin, they wouldn't find me.
In a moment, we'll all hide inside this coffin. Xia Chen, you secretly cast a mirror illusion to leave our figures and aura here, and leave a dynamic image to confuse the people here. I believe it won't be difficult for you, right?
Hehe, then let's quietly sneak into those coffins. Trust my intuition, this is definitely a big deal, the kind that could make us rich overnight. Mo Nian whispered.
"But the boss is still fighting... Xia Chen said hesitantly. The boss was locked in a bloody battle, yet they had secretly opened the coffin, which made him feel uneasy.
"What's there to be afraid of? Who's your boss? He has more cards than I do, and besides, they're still in the process of getting familiar with their moves, so it's still a long way to decide the winner.
Long Chen had no time to search for treasures now, while Yin Changsheng, Jiuyou Luosha, Ji Wuming, and Shi Que were all wary of each other and didn't dare to act rashly.
This is our best chance to make a move. Come on, don't hesitate. Once you pass this village, there won't be any more shops. Mo Nian urged.
Xia Chen felt a bit troubled and looked at Yue Xiaoqian, hoping she would give him an idea. Neither he nor Guo Ran dared to agree rashly.
Yue Xiaoqian looked at Long Chen in the battle and nodded, "Right now, both Long Chen and Long Aotian are fully adapting to their own strength. It looks like they're fighting fiercely, but to decide the winner will definitely take some time."
Since Mo Nian is so confident, let's give it a try. Long Chen's eyes are red now; he doesn't have time to seize the treasure, so we can only help him. Hearing
Yue Xiaoqian say this, Xia Chen began to secretly make arrangements. At this moment, Long Chen and Long Aotian swung their fists, divine light pouring down like rain, the explosion thunderous, shaking heaven and earth. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, and no one noticed their little movements.
In fact, at first, Ji Wuming and the others secretly kept an eye on Mo Nian and the others, afraid they would make the first move to seize the treasure.
But as Long Chen and Long Aotian's fierce battle escalated, their power grew increasingly terrifying and his moves sharper, and they were unconsciously drawn in.
Long Chen was their formidable rival, but they didn't know much about him. Watching his fighting style would benefit them in future battles.
Moreover, the area here was empty, with thirty-six coffins floating in the void. Anyone who approached the coffins would be noticed by so many pairs of eyes.
Meanwhile, the attention of Yin Changsheng, Jiuyou Luosha, Shi Yang, and the others was not on Mo Nian and the others, but on Ji Wuming, because Ji Wuming's ability to control time and space was the only one who could steal treasures unnoticed, even before everyone's eyes.
However, with Yin Changsheng, Jiuyou Luosha, and Shi Yang watching Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming had to behave and not dare to make any moves, so he could only watch the battle together with the others.
Soon, the space on Xia Chen's side quietly changed. The shadows of Xia Chen and the others remained in place, and they had already slipped into a coffin.
The shadows of Xia Chen and the others were just a single image, but this image was shown repeatedly, so outsiders wouldn't get close to them and couldn't spot any flaws.
Mo Nian's coffin was similar to his flying shuttle; people could hide inside and had invisibility abilities.
However, the Thousand Illusion Spirit Coffin did not have the ability to fly and could only slowly float toward the coffins. Inside the coffins, Xia Chen and Guo Ran grew nervous, afraid of being discovered.
However, it was clear that their worries were unnecessary. Mo Nian had been raiding tombs all these years, and the treasures he obtained were ones many people had never seen in their lifetimes.
Although most of the treasures had been looted by his master, the Wicked Daoist, he wouldn't touch Mo Nian's life-saving trump card.
After all, Mo Nian was his only disciple and the sole heir of Wuliang Palace. No matter how wicked the Daoist was, he could not harm his own disciple.
As the Thousand Illusion Spirit Coffin slowly approached a coffin, everyone's eyes were still fixed on Long Chen and Long Aotian; no one was looking at them at all.
Mo Nian leaned the Thousand Illusion Spirit Coffin against one of its coffins, then slowly enlarged it, finally covering the coffin.
From the outside, there was no sign of anything unusual about the coffin, while Mo Nian and the others had quietly stood atop the coffin, which was about three zhang three inches long and one zhang five hundred high.
Standing atop the coffin, Guo Ran felt as if his pores were about to burst, an inexplicable sense of fear surging in his heart. Standing there, it was as if he were standing on the corpse of a devil, making people feel terrified.
But Mo Nian's eyes shone brightly, continuously stroking the patterns on the coffin as if caressing a beautiful woman's skin—so gentle, so focused.
Yue Xiaoqian was also carefully observing these patterns, then suddenly said, "These patterns resemble the patterns of red spider lilies leaves, imbued with the aura of the underworld. I'm afraid the coffin contains beings from the underworld." Mo
Nian said sincerely, "Impressive, truly impressive. You even noticed this—these are indeed the patterns on the leaves of the Red Spider Lily."
The red spider lily, also known as the flower of hell, blooms without seeing its leaves, leaves grow but no flowers appear, like the endless cycle of life and death.
The flower represents rebirth, the leaf represents death. On this pattern, there is a powerful aura of the underworld, and it must be the burial of a powerful underworld warrior.
I'm here to open the hall now. When the coffin is opened, there may be breath of death. Xia Chen, help me purify it and make sure nothing too much happens." As
he spoke, Mo Nian took out a brush, which was stained with blood-like ink. He kept drawing strange patterns on the coffin.
After carving for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Mo Nian finally put away his brush, took out some powder, and sprinkled it over the coffin. He formed hand seals and chanted incantations, looking every bit the charlatan.
No one knew what Mo Nian was muttering to himself, as if he was chanting some scripture. After a while, the patterns he carved on the coffin slowly lit up, as if he had come alive.
Immediately after, the entire coffin trembled and made a soft cracking sound. The lid slowly moved forward and actually opened.
A crack opened in the coffin, and a powerful aura surged out from it. When that aura appeared, Mo Nian and the others were stunned, then Mo Nian exclaimed, "
Quick, attack!"
When the coffin was opened, what burst out was not death energy, but pure chaotic energy.