Everyone's hearts were terrified and they all went to see them in a close eye.

But after watching for a long time, the dead monk was still lying quietly in the ice cubes, his face was picturesque and lifelike. Except for the ice cubes wrapped around him melting and peeling off little by little, there was no abnormality.

A female disciple glared at the yelling male disciple. The male disciple was immediately wronged and said loudly: "I didn't tell lies! I'm not trying to scare you on purpose!"

"I really saw the cheeks of this monk's corpse were motivated."

After hearing what he said, the few people all looked at him half-believingly.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are everyone stunned and have not lifted the lid of the coffin?"

I don’t know when Meng Jue also came in from the hole that exploded under the thick stone door. At this time, she held her hands with a gloomy face and stood not far behind everyone.

"Sister Sister, there is a frozen monk's body in the sarcophagus. We just now..."

"Shut up!" Meng Jue interrupted the man's words, then put his hands on his back, walked forward, and glanced at everyone coldly, "I have heard your comments just now."

"Now you can move the lid of the coffin and get this body out."

"I want to know who this mage who has been dead for thousands of years is?"

Everyone looked at each other, then took their place, continued to carry ropes, pulled the lid of the coffin, and completed the homework that had only been pulled halfway.

Meng Jue was also bold, standing in front of the sarcophagus, his eyes flashing and observing the frozen corpse.

A female disciple was by her side and asked weakly: "Sister Sister, do you suspect that this master who has been dead for thousands of years is the legendary monk in our Bailian Temple sect: the Taoist monk?"

Meng Jue said coldly: "No."

"I have read the secret history records of the master's sect. Someone once described the appearance of Wudao monk when he was young, and called it: his appearance was beautiful and plump. At first glance, he looked like a charming woman, but when he looked closely, he had an Adam's apple. His voice was no different from a normal man. So he was shocked and suspected that he was a rare hermaphrodite in the world."

"Anthroma? That is, the extremely rare Yin-Yang people?" the female disciple said in surprise.

Meng Jue did not answer, but looked at the frozen monk's corpse and said lightly: "Look at his breasts, they are ordinary and have no feminine characteristics. They are obviously just a normal male monk, and they must not be the Taoist monk himself."

The female disciple said oh and nodded.

"Sister Sister, be careful, the coffin lid is about to be smashed..." At this time, the two male disciples who were carrying ropes to pull the coffin lid stopped and one of them turned around to remind him.

Meng Jue took three steps back, then put his hands on him, and turned against him.

"Come on, everyone works together, the last one!"

"One, two, three, push!"

Two male disciples were on the back with ropes in front, and one male disciple pushed the back. The thick sarcophagus coffin lid finally blew the ground, sank down, smashed to the ground, and raised a large piece of stone dust.

Meng Jue swung his wide monk's robe sleeves and fanned the dust in front of him. Just as everyone was about to walk to the sarcophagus, they heard the dull sound of Kerala from the bottom of the sarcophagus. It was probably because the thick coffin lid fell, causing the weight of the sarcophagus to be reduced. The sarcophagus that had removed the coffin lid was like a load-bearing stone platform on the base of the inner base, making a crackling sound, slowly lifting the frozen monk's body.

Everyone looked at it in surprise, "It seems that it triggered some mechanism..."

As he spoke, there was a stuttering sound. The frozen corpse was raised to the top of the stone platform at the bottom and stopped moving. Then, with a rumbling sound, a stone slab suddenly collapsed on the top of the Buddhist temple on the high top of the temple, pouring out a large amount of black viscous liquid like drainage.

"Not good! It's oil, it seems to be oil! Take the torch away..."

One person had already smelled the pungent smell of oil and shouted quickly, which scared everyone torch away.

Fortunately, the first time the sarcophagus made a strange noise at the bottom of the sarcophagus, everyone retreated far away. The inclined mouth above the top of the sarcophagus was not very large, and the black oil poured down could not cover much area. They did not touch the torch held in the hands of several people, so they did not ignite the black oil.

However, the pouring black oil completely poured the frozen corpse, the sarcophagus, and the huge statue of Yasha God.

Everyone looked at the strange frozen corpse covered with black oil from afar, and was frightened and said nervously: "Sister Sister, there must be something strange in this place, we should withdraw immediately..."

Just after I finished speaking, the incident had begun to happen.

The frozen monk's body was stained with black oil, and the freezing and melting speed became faster. The monk's face was covered with a thin layer of ice. Through the thin layer of ice, everyone was surprised to see that the monk who had been dead for many years had not yet decayed, suddenly swayed his cheeks in a random manner, and his mouth opened and closed randomly, as if he had closed his eyes and had a crooked mouth.

"Crazy zombie, zombie! Run quickly..." A male disciple shouted, turned around and ran away. Ke Mengjue slapped him with a slap, knocked him down in his chest, and then said coldly: "Calm down!"

"We have been practicing for many years. When have we ever seen such a evil saying as a zombie?"

"Be vigilant and respond to changes in the same way as you remain unchanged!"

Meng Jue said as he pulled out his sword from behind and looked coldly at the monk's body that was still closing his eyes and squeaking his cheeks.

Although everyone was frightened, they were also afraid of Meng Jue, so they all pulled out weapons such as daggers and were careful to deal with the danger that was about to come.

At this time, even if they wanted to run, they would definitely not be able to escape. Although Meng Jue held a sword in her hand, her steps had quietly retreated, occupying a position that was more conducive to escape than others.

Under the nervous eyes of everyone, the incident finally happened. I saw that the monk's corpse's cheeks seemed to be torn apart by something, and a black hole was suddenly opened on his face. The monk had died for many years and naturally would not bleed, but a sharp-mouthed beetle as big as a baby's fist emerged from the torn cavity of his face.

"Well, what is that? It seems to be a beetle..." One person said in surprise, only feeling his scalp exploded because the strange Beetle was dark all over, except for the two eyes that were shiny, and the tail of the Beetle also had a blue light like a firefly.

"Um TOEFL, we are also blessed to see the legendary holy object in the sect: the red-blooded beetle!" Meng Juemi looked coldly, held the sword, and quietly took a step back under his feet.

As she spoke, the second sharp-mouthed beetle also emerged from the monk's corpse, followed by the third and fourth ones. In the blink of an eye, the monk's cheeks and his entire face were torn into pieces, as if they were out of a cocoon.

"Big, senior sister, the monk's body seems to be dormant sacs of beetles. Will the red-blooded beetles crawling out be in danger to us?" a male disciple asked in a trembling voice.

But after asking, he didn't hear Meng Jue's answer. He turned around and saw that Meng Jue had already run to the stone gate from a distance, bowed his body, and drilled out randomly into the hole as big as a dog hole.

"No, no, the eldest sister ran away..." The male disciple couldn't help but look pale.

At this time, the sound of buzzing wings sounded, and the red-blooded beetles that emerged from the corpse began to flap their wings and flew around. They followed the sound and rushed towards the figure, buzzing and buzzing.

The crowd suddenly became panicked. Someone did not dodge and was attached to his face by the red-blooded beetle. He immediately took pictures and screamed in a scattered manner. He saw that his face was burned through by blue flames. His whole face instantly burned to the bone and turned into black and gray.

The others were in a mess and fled, but the stone gate was thick and could not be pushed open. There was only a blown dog hole under the stone gate. Several people squeezed together, and even if they wanted to escape, they would not be in a hurry.
Chapter completed!