Chapter 341 Yandi's Coffin

(Brothers, if you have any comments, you can write them in the book review and try to correct them with the axe. It's really no longer in the state in recent days...)

Mo Zhilan moved quickly like a streamer. With the strength of Emperor Shitian, he actually knew that he saw a vague shadow. In just one millionth of a moment, he jumped to more than 3,000 feet behind Huang Puxin.

As soon as it landed, the speed increased again and ran to the middle palace. At this time, it was too late for Huang Puxin to stop it.

click, click!

The bridge connecting the Middle Palace and the Kan Palace was shocked by Mo Zhilan after the baptism of the word "punishment" of Huang Puxin. The bridge has cracked a gap and is constantly expanding.

The bridge collapsed, and once it fell into the void, the people of the boundary kingdom were unable to return to heaven. I can only keep wandering in it and wait to die.

"Zou Ping, let's go!"

Huang Puxin shouted and went to the middle palace with Di Shitian. Zou Ping followed closely, and the bridge may not be able to withstand the vibration caused by their violent rush.

Behind Zou Ping, the cracks expanded, and a large piece of stone slab floated down from the bridge. Then, countless slates began to break, and the speed was so fast.

Zou Ping raised his mana to the extreme, and cold sweat kept coming out.

The situation on the front line of life and death.

At this time, Mo Zhilan had already arrived in the middle palace. In a trance, he seemed to have gone to another world. There is nothing wrong with it. It's just a world.

Unlike other palaces, there is no magnificent scene, nor is there a dense portal like a beehive above the sky.

He is actually on a prairie. At a glance, he is thousands of miles away and nowhere to see the edge. With the wind and the swaying of the meadow, Mo Zhilan had an extremely pleasant feeling in his heart.

It seems that between heaven and earth, there is nothing else for me, and I am the only one.

The benevolent are Leshan, the wise are Leshui, but Mo Zhilan loves... Grassland. Wild, ancient, magnificent... He likes the lion galloping on the grassland, the kind of hot-blooded desire to conquer.

This can't be buried no matter how high the cultivation is.

"Let's go and see what secrets are hidden here."

Mo Zhilan was secretly on guard and flew in one direction. There is no concept of southeast and northwest here, only to go in one direction. In this way, you won't get lost.

Flying forward, in a blink of an eye, it was tens of thousands of miles away. The scenery remains unchanged. Under the blue sky, the grass is thick, swaying with the wind, and there is no end in sight. There is no other scenery.

I don't know that Sun Cheng and Chen Shuo went in that direction.

Anyway, it's better to be careful. The master of the king of the world attacked violently, and he was seriously injured directly. Moreover, the other party has the order of Emperor Yan in his hand. In the secret collection of Emperor Yan, there is a good thing to call for wind and rain.

"Huh? Over there... What's going on?"

In the direction in front of him, there was still an endless prairie, but Mo Zhilan felt that something was calling for him.

Yes, it's calling him.

Although I don't know what it is, I can guess it. The secret of the palace... It's right there.

It took a long time to continue to fly and run to the dead horse. There is still a blue grass and blue sky around him, but there is an extra coffin in front of him.

The scarlet coffin is quietly flat on the meadow, and there is nothing around it. It is so lonely.

Mo Zhilan has a feeling that the vermilion coffin is full of dullness. It seems that even the heavens and all methods can be buried. When the heavens and the earth enter it, they can't be born forever.

This is a magic weapon, not a magic weapon. The breath is very strange, absolutely surpassing the unique Taoist weapon, and even the King of Andu is a little afraid. But it is definitely not a fairy weapon. It should be some kind of innate spiritual treasure.

Innate spiritual treasure, Mo Zhilan heard what King Andi said. This is the baby born naturally when the world opens, not a magic weapon.

Some may be just precious treasures, and some may have other mysterious effects, or strong attack power. However, the ability is very simple, which is different from the magic weapon.

For example, a unique Taoist weapon such as the Seven Kills Monument is a versatile player, a knife, a gun, a sword halberd, an axe and a hook... Proficient in everything. The innate spiritual treasure is extremely prominent in one aspect, and the other side may be very miserable...

This vermilion coffin is obviously an innate spiritual treasure, which is his call.

Mo Zhilan stepped forward, and his heart kept beating. Is the body of the ancient Yan Emperor in it, but the surroundings are too shivering.

Cough...

A seam was opened in the coffin, and there was no prohibition on it. It's too simple, simple and unexpected.

"It's not right. Is it a trap... Sacrifice?"

Mo Zhilan frowned and looked at the construction of the whole Yan Emperor's secret collection. In ancient times, Emperor Yan seemed that he did not want to disturb his sleep. But when I think about it carefully, there are mysterious levels everywhere.

Lieshan guards the Flame Mountain, and basically no one can come in. However, people of Lieshan do not dare to enter the Abi magma, which is a glimmer of vitality.

Avenue 50, Tianyan 49, one of them?

The back is almost the same. With the strength of the ancient Yan Emperor, I don't want to be disturbed. Do I still need to leave that portal? There is also the order of Emperor Yan, the two gates of life and death in the eight palaces, and infinite wealth.

All this can't help but let Mo Zhilan think about it on the sacrificial mountain.

Legend has it that there is a peerless strong man, the body dies, and the soul is immortal. After casting a secret spell for a long sleep, once you wake up, kill the person in front of you. Get the power of flesh and blood, be reborn directly, and even be reborn by taking away.

"At this point, let's take a look. The ancient Yan Emperor, a dead man, was afraid that he would not do it.

Boom!

The coffin was opened, and a strong breath rose from it. Mo Zhilan only saw a fiery red figure and rose to the sky.

That's a powerful middle-aged man. The strong man's hands are as big as a fan, as if he can pinch a world with a random grasp.

His feet are full of strength and can crush the heavens.

Domineering!

Give it!

Horrible!

......

Mo Zhilan doesn't know what words to use. There is no doubt that this is the ancient Yan Emperor, one of the most terrible characters in the last era.

Pressure, like a tide, surges from all directions.

Suddenly, Mo Zhilan had a feeling of drowning. Under pressure, he couldn't even speak, let alone move, and cold sweat fell from his forehead.

"Daw! In ancient times, Emperor Yan was not dead. How could it be! I have to find a way to escape..."

Desperate? No! Mo Zhilan will not despair. In this world, no one in the world can make him despair. Even if God wants to cut off his way of life, he will tear open that day.

Emperor Yan... Not even more!

"Young man, you are the first to come here for so many years. I can accept you as my disciple and my heir!"

"Get down on your knees and worship me as a teacher."

"I will give you unparalleled power. No one in this world can stop you."

"I will give you boundless power to control the heavens and rule the world."

"I will give you the most beautiful and strongest woman..."

"I..."

"What are you doing? Get out of here!"

As the ancient Emperor Yan was talking, suddenly Mo Zhilan shouted loudly and interrupted all his voices. Mo Zhilan was sneering and looking at Emperor Yan suspended in mid-air.

How dare you dare to scold the top existence of the last era. This is a more fierce character than the White Emperor. Emperor Yan was furious, extremely angry, and his anger rose, and the whole world was burning.

Boom...

In an instant, hundreds of millions of miles of vast grassland turned into a sea of fire.

"Very good! Very good! A small Zhouguang monk dared to anger me. Now you kneel down and beg for my forgiveness. Maybe you still have a life.

Emperor Yan's void stood in the infinite flames. When the momentum reaches its peak, no one can compete with it. That kind of momentum is like a mountain falling from the nine heavens and hitting the spirit fiercely.

King Andu, King Tianren, King Sakuragi, together with the Jinwang who has just been promoted, all his Taoist instruments and spirits are pale.

Who would have thought that Mo Zhilan would anger such an existence. The ancient Emperor Yan, it's terrible.

"Huh! A bluff!"

Mo Zhilan's eyes were firm and he was not afraid at all. He stared at Emperor Yan.

"Bed of a bitch, go to hell!"

Emperor Yan waved his hand, and hundreds of millions of flames were like red clouds. It is full of destructive power, which is extremely horrible. It seems that even a world can be burned.

However, Mo Zhilan stood up and let the flames cover him.

Is it okay?

The flame fell, and nothing happened. Mo Zhilan still stood there with his eyes playing.

Bow!

One punch, just an ordinary punch, hit Emperor Yan. The strength of the fist was revealed, and Emperor Yan turned into a shadow,... Disappeared? What's going on?

"This... This..."

The king of Andu was speechless and speechless. It was really strange.

"It's just an illusion. It's a little interesting to be true or false.

Mo Zhilan smiled at the corners of his mouth. In ancient times, Emperor Yan was more powerful than the White Emperor. There was so much nonsense. Obviously, it was not that the strength had not recovered, but it was fake.

When he threatened himself to kneel for the second time, Mo Zhilan knew that it was an illusion.

One of the five emperors of the last era, especially the most irritable one, could not do anything after Mo Zhilan angered him.

If it is really the ancient Yan Emperor, Mo Zhilan has only one end, bombarding him into a scum.

However, he didn't know that if he knelt down and worshipped Emperor Yan as his teacher. Or face the final attack and generate fear. Then he will really die, and his soul will be killed directly. It's a very strange fantasy, unpredictable.

At this time, the scenery around Mo Zhilan began to fade. It seemed that a layer of fog rose, and the surroundings were not real. Soon, he found himself standing in a magnificent hall, or more like a... The bedroom.

In the middle of the palace, there is a vermilion coffin. It's the same as what Mo Zhilan saw in the grassland fantasy.

Looking at the surrounding scenery is very different from Kan Palace.

The palace is gorgeous and full of paintings, but there is no dense portal.

Is this the middle palace?

Is it reality or a fantasy?

It's not big around, but where did Sun Cheng and Chen Shuo go?

A problem came to Mo Zhilan's mind.