Chapter 117 Green Coffin!

Jin Yang clenched the sword with both hands, and the staggered war marks were broken, which was particularly conspicuous. There is no intention of sacrificing the universe mirror. In Jinyang's conjecture, the sword, which symbolizes the reserve suzerain of the Mingzong, must have an extraordinary significance. If it is really presided over all this, even the four dead elders will be avoided. Jinyang does not want to believe that the "saint of the underworld" can kill herself.

"Prevent Linghou, if you want to swallow it alone, let's go together!" Suddenly, there was a shout outside the tomb. In a short time, many people chased in, and there was still other people's blood on their bodies to clean up, and several people rushed in.

Jinyang, holding a sword, stood next to Fangling. Everyone here is very fierce and ancestor. He is also a person with a head and face in Middle-earth. He is not worth mentioning in their eyes. If there is no protection against Linghou, he can kill himself in a flash.

"To prevent Linghou, if Chen's Honghuang comes, we will have to run away, but now if you want to swallow alone, I'm afraid there is only one way to die!" The first old black demon came, gloomy and dark, and the black light covered his body.

The eleven people standing in the tomb were all dignified and malicious, and Jin Yang's heart jumped. Looking around, there are ethereal fairy spirits, strange demon spirits, and domineering demons. There are also several people who don't know what kind of strange skills they practice. Their breath is as strong as theirs, but they don't show the way they practice.

Tianmen, which claims to have 500 immortals, has seen 30 people in the Zhenchuan Examination School, but has not seen their war. Now, more than a dozen immortals have gathered together. If there is a war, Jinyang will doubt whether this mausoleum can still be intact.

"I dare not monopolize this thing in front of you. The green and red copper that builds the coffin alone is worth even a city, and it is enough to create a psychic fairy embryo!" To prevent Linghou from gasping, the pressure of eleven immortals is not what ordinary people can bear. If their will is not strong enough and their momentum is released, they are afraid that they will die in their hands in the end.

"There are also the gods of drought and wild drought gods!" One person suddenly said, with a magical spirit all over his body, and a mouthful of white teeth made life cold. Fang Linghou showed no weakness and stared: "If you have the guts, just drag her out!" The man's breath suddenly stagnated, and his toughness made him surprised.

A man suddenly took a flash of fairy light in the tomb, waiting for a blow with his bare hands. The fairy light suddenly flew out and hit the wall of the tomb. The broad palms are wrapped in armor, as if nothing had happened. His body moved in front of Jin Yang. In an instant, although the fairy light did not hit Jin Yang's body, the sharp sharpness made Jin Yang's body crack, blood gushed out, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.

The face of the guard against Ling waited for a move, as if he had received some instructions. He shouted, "Old monster, you can't die! The descendants of the Pluto also dare to attack!"

After the eleven people heard the roar of Ling Hou, their faces changed dramatically and did not doubt whether it was true or false. They had heard of the prestige of Mingzong at their level, and some people even experienced it for themselves.

The man's heart was tight. Looking at Jinyang behind him, he stopped talking, and his breath completely restrained. As if it didn't exist, Jinyang looked at it, and the blood flowed back, and the torn meat shell recovered as before for a moment.

It was also strange for everyone to look at Jinyang, and there was no fluctuation. It has always been a pure yang force recovering for Jinyang. Just when someone wants to question.

The blue and red copper coffin behind Jin Yang suddenly shook, and a wisp of strange breath floated out of the cracks. Jinyang, standing near the coffin, suddenly fell into an ice cave, like a fierce ghost peeping behind him. The big sword of the suzerain in his hand suddenly spread into Jinyang's body, and the strange breath that penetrated into Jinyang's body was rejected.

"Roar..." To prevent Linghou from roaring, the combat power is fully open, and the armor rises with wisps of brilliance, covering the eight-foot male body, and the sacred breath is suffocating. All kinds of heroes who were nervous suddenly went crazy, and the secretly brewing fairy arts suddenly broke out in a narrow space, which was simply an indiscriminate attack.

The immortals are rare enemies in the world, and even the solid space barrier of the world can be defeated, not to mention a wild mausoleum so far, although the materials for casting the mausoleum are stronger than the world. However, with the joint efforts of the eleven people, the roar continued, and the mausoleum suddenly collapsed. Jinyang, in the center of the storm, is like the center of the world explosion, with chaotic air. All creatures will tremble and disappear.

"Kill!" In the chaos, several immortals were besieged, and the deadly sharpness wanted their lives, but they were all immortals, and they were all strong men of their peers who had been fighting for thousands of years. It was impossible to go down in one battle. The besieged people's fighting power was surging, hugging into a ball, and blood spilled blood between the forced killing.

At the time of the war, Fang Linghou hid aside with Jin Yang and watched coldly. Although everyone wanted to move, they thought of Jin Yang's identity and did not believe that he could grab the body of the drought, and no one paid attention to him for a moment. On the contrary, it is protected from being attacked by aftershocks from time to time.

The roared continuously, and the eleven immortals fought. The saint of the underworld, who was sleeping in the coffin for a moment, was only Jinyang staring at each other and was worried. He kept reading the reasons for the failure of the top five suzerains to cultivate the "Saint of the underworld". Jinyang always felt that it was strange.

Just when the immortals fought in the main tomb, the whole mausoleum was hundreds of miles away, and countless prohibitions broke out. Hundreds of monks were shocked and were grabbing the underworld weapons in the side room, and suddenly lost their breath of life under the cover of prohibition.

"What's going on?" On the other side, the monk suddenly lost his friend's life. In shock, he couldn't even care about the utensils that were being looting. These buried utensils are good materials for casting immortals and treasures. Under the protection of the mausoleum, these precious materials are intact and can be cast into powerful weapons after being taken out.

"Run!" A scream, the sudden crack of the prohibition, made the man's voice spread out, and the monks who wanted to ask for the treasure were suddenly confused. In an instant, everyone had seen the strangeness. Prohibition is not the most lethal, but for another reason.

Jin Yang, standing in the main tomb, suddenly moved his body and walked towards the coffin. He stared at the light of the Taoist spirit of life, and could actually pass through the edge of the war safely.

The urgent Jinyang can no longer care about those immortals and strong people, and has never moved to prevent sudden physical violence. Move, support a piece of pure land and protect Jinyang.

"Is this?" Jinyang lay on the coffin, and the blue and red fairy light reflected on Jinyang's face, which was dark and scary. His eyes stared at the coffin, and Jinyang entered in front of the breath of life without delay. Jin Yang stared at the coffin, and his eyes were dark, like an abyss. The cold air inhaled and vomited.

"Ha ha!" A smile fell on Jinyang's ear, and a pair of bright eyes suddenly lit up, pure like a baby.

"Ah..." Jinyang was terrmented, and the suzerain's sword in his hand trembled and almost fell.

"What's going on?" The guard who couldn't catch up with it was tense all over his body to prevent the sudden change in the coffin.

The outbreak of prohibition slowly subsided, leaving a twisted fairy body.

"It's all dead!" The old demon of Montenegro was pale, and the sudden prohibition would block their perception in an instant. In silence, the immortals who came in together almost disappeared and became mummified corpses.

The sound of laughter spread throughout the tomb and penetrated into the whole mausoleum in an instant.

All the people present suddenly raised their hair and were extremely nervous. The mausoleum, the god of war-level strong man, and a trace of breath can kill a fairy. Now I don't know what monster has come out. As long as she has half-layer combat power, the people present are lifeless.

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