Chapter 291 Force Out of the Coffin

"Humph, this is the hospitality of your Featheon Gate, how dare you let me live with this group of juniors? It seems that your Feather Fairy Gate is one of the five immortals, and you don't pay attention to me at all?!"

Xian Ming stood up with a wry smile. Before he came out, there was a cold sound of coldness, mixed with thick Zhenyuan. In the fairy gate, thirty-six caves spread for a long time.

The monks in the Mahayana period came to make trouble in the thirty-six holes of Yuxianmen? Suddenly, the Feather Fairy Gate made a scene.

"Is it really a monk in the Mahayana period? I don't know which monk ancestor of Xianmen. Is it the monk who is not compatible with Yuxianmen who came to find fault? I think it's better for us to stay away. Several young monks who came to Yuxianmen to meet the opportunity suddenly drew their swords and left in fear.

I'm all here to find Xianyuan, but I'm not here to die! In case the monks of the Mahayana period are sent out and don't know how many monks will die, they can't be regarded as pond fish.

"Eh? Haha, it seems that no one has recognized me for many years! This mountain is annoying to me, so let's destroy it!" As soon as Fang Qinghan saw that there was no ancestor of Feather Fairy Gate coming out, he immediately became angry and dared not pay attention to himself. Fang Qinghan made trouble for the first time, but there was no monk in the Mahayana period. When he came out, Fang Qinghan was very angry and immediately pointed to the largest mountain in front of him and said, as a monk in the Mahayana period, he was naturally not reckless. When Fang Qinghan pointed to the peak, he paused for a moment and slowly raised his right hand after all the monks disappeared.

It is as smooth as jade and brilliant!

Pointing to the mountain, there were still no monks. They came out and pointed out a few younger figures who survived the disaster period. They looked at the monks in the cold Mahayana period in horror, which they could not afford to provoke. Seeing this, a trace of anger flashed in Qing's eyes. Then he waved his anger and pressed down heavily, and a bright light went towards the mountains in an instant.

" Stop it!" In the thirty-six holes, there was finally an angry roar. In a blink of an eye, he came not far away and stretched out a hand to resist the light and shadow of the cold hand.

"Humph, help? It's late!"

Fang Qinghan was originally here to find faults. Naturally, he would not look at the ancestor of Yuxianmen and casually blocked his killing moves. He raised his hands and moved his figure to the front of the ancestor of Yuxianmen, and the white light he emitted hit which mountain in an instant.

Boom!!!

Everything becomes crumb powder, and the glory disappears from the peak! The move of Qinghan just completely destroyed the mountain range without causing the turmoil of other peaks, but it was also a complete slap in the face of Yuxianmen.

"You? What do you want to do? Look for death in my Feather Fairy Gate!" The two ancestors of Yuxianmen, one Yu Youran, the other Yu Mengmei, two monks in the Mahayana period, and even Yu Youran, are already monks in the middle of Mahayana. Yuxianmen has also been located in the middle and upper position of the five upper immortal gates. It has never wavered. Unexpectedly, there would be monks in the Mahayana period today. They came to Yuxianmen to make trouble. For a while, Yuxianmen became lively, and some people were worried and gloated.

"Do you dare to say I'm dying? Then let's have a look! In the early stage of Mahayana, it seems that you are a nightmare!"

Since he came to make trouble, the cold is no longer because he hasn't moved his hands and feet for hundreds of years, and he is faintly excited. At the moment when the flower language is spoken, the cold suddenly becomes holy, and the blood all over his body boils, and the true dragon's spirit slowly rises in the cold body and lingers all over his body. In a moment, the cold body and the illusory true dragon attracted a long sound in the neck.

Not an emperor, better than an emperor!

"Lonely swordsman, a sword is cold!" Yu Meng was shocked. This was a killing god 500 years ago. For some unknown reason, 500 years ago, he alone wiped out a sect of immortal cultivation, and there was also an ancestor who almost stepped into the realm of Mahayana, but overnight, he fell under the cold sword of the lonely swordsman and died!

"Haha, I didn't expect that there was anyone who recognized me. OK, I'll try my cold sword with you!" Fang Liang's arrogant smile, looked at Yu Mengqi coldly and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, all the monks had an illusion that Fang Qinghan's hands slowly turned into two swords, emitting a sense of silence and murderous atmosphere.

"A dream of spring and autumn is clear and cold!" Qinghan raised his hand and gave a blow to the feather nightmare, as if he had passed through layers of time and space. The next moment, he directly skipped the top of the feather nightmare's head, roared, the aftermath wave dispersed, and another mountain became crumb powder.

"Ah! A sword is cold? You are looking for death, how dare you come to my Feather Fairy Gate! The road of the world, Yuhua Feixian!" On Yu Meng's charming face, a trace of blood seeping, and Yu Meng's ferocious eyes were full of ice.

"Hmm, I'm looking for death? Just now, I didn't kill you. You are lucky enough. What's wrong? Do you want to come again? Yu Youran, why don't you dare to come out?!" He opened his mouth coldly and indifferently. Except for Yu Meng, all the disciples are as cold as cicadas!

"Die!" Yu Nightmare rushed to the front of Qinghan. A fiery red bead was bright in Qinghan's eyes, stained with dazzling blood, crystal clear and transparent, and stunned by Qinghan, but at the moment he saw this bead, Xianming's expression moved greatly.

"Escape! This is a dragon ball, which is equivalent to the self-explosion of a fairy weapon!" The immortals and gods preach the voice.

"What? Fire Dragon Ball, fairy weapon self-detonation?!" Fang Qinghan's face was furious. Since you dared to use the dragon ball to deal with me, then I am not easy to provoke. Originally, Fang Qinghan just wanted to attract feathers to come out leisurely, but at this time he was furious.

"Sword ringing, main air, world condensation!"

The two hands of Qinghan suddenly drew a mysterious track. At the moment when the fire dragon ball in Yu's nightmare's hand took action, it lingered in a small sword world. Qinghan no longer hesitated. Seeing the ferocious smile on the face of the retreating feather nightmare, his anger suddenly rose. But soon, Yu Meng's ferocious smile disappeared, leaving only fear. Fang Qinghan completely controlled the self-detonation power of Fire Dragon Ball.

Escape?! Yu Meng wanted to escape, but found that there was nowhere to escape.

Finally, in my frightened eyes, I saw the fire dragon ball I had just thrown out, and slowly zoomed in in my eyes, zoomed in. For a moment, the nightmare only had time to make the last moan.

"No! Help me leisurely!"

But no matter how sad it is, it won't help. The self-explosion of the fire dragon ball is equivalent to the self-explosion of the fairy weapon. In an instant, something flooded several mountains. In a moment, most of the thirty-six mountains in the sky have disappeared.

The monks who came late saw something wrong and had already run outside the Featheon Gate and were able to escape a disaster. However, the monks of the Featheon Gate were not so lucky. At the moment when the Fire Dragon Ball exploded, several monks who survived the disaster period had not had time to hide and turned into flying ashes.

Xian Ming looked at all this in a daze and was a little confused. He just let Fang Qinghan make a scene casually. Why did he seriously hurt Yu's nightmare now, and he also took these thirty-six holes, scars, cups and plates were in a mess, booming!! There was another shock. In the ruins, a monk slowly crawled out. The official ancestor of the Feath Fairy Gate, Yu Nightmare, did not die. A fire dragon ball blew itself up and could not destroy a monk in the Mahayana period.

"Lonely swordsman, a sword is cold!" Yu Mengya gritted his teeth. Looking at the cold, he was furious to the extreme. Suddenly, there was an additional note in his hand, and then he threw a drop of blood into the air. He was forced out of the hand of the feather nightmare, and then fell on the note, and finally turned into a blood light and disappeared.

"Well, this is you looking for death. Youran was originally closed, understanding the last shackle, and advanced to the later stage of Mahayana, but because of you, she had to leave the customs in advance. Just wait for her anger!" Yu Mengmei stood up in confusion and roared angrily. One arm was not reduced in the self-explosion of the Fire Dragon Ball.

"Damn! Who disturbed my understanding? This heavenly coffin really has an unpredictable effect. I believe that if I understand for thousands of years, I will definitely be able to advance to the late stage of Mahayana and soar in the day!"

In the first hole in the thirty-six-hole sky, a simple coffin slowly opened a crack, and an angry voice sounded, which suddenly sounded in every monk's mind.