Ye Xuan said slowly.

The little formation emperor and the ancestor of Qiankun who were fighting also stopped at this moment and followed the sound.

In front of him, he saw a withered grave.

The withered grave is rolling at the moment, like a cow turning over!

The black crow flies slowly over the grave.

Immediately afterwards, the withered tomb was opened directly, and a pale palm came out, aiming at Ye Xuan and the four of them.

"Is there really a fucking ghost!?" Xiao Zhenhuang turned pale with fright.

"Silence!" Ancestor Qiankun shouted.

The little formation emperor quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say anything.

Yao Yueqing also looked at that scene solemnly, not daring to say anything.

This weird phenomenon is beyond their knowledge.

Could it be a fake corpse?

"I'm passing by a treasure land, I don't mean to disturb you." Ye Xuan took out a bag of gold and copper coins, took out three gold and copper coins, and waved them, making them fly towards the pale palm.

The pale palm suddenly grasped three gold and copper coins in his hand.

That scene frightened the little emperor.

"Three?"

"Too little!"
Chapter completed!