People have good fortune and good fortune every day, and heaven has unexpected situations.

Just as night came, the sky seemed to be plucked with a black cloth, completely covering the entire sky. Then the dust and weeds on the ground were swept into the sky, and the wind blew into the sky.

A thunder was accompanied by several thunder lightnings, and a storm was storm. In an instant, a heavy rain fell in the wilderness.

This mountain rain came quickly and quickly. The strong wind swept the bean-sized raindrops and beat the team escorting the golden coffin. In this wilderness, no matter how much houses were, there was not even a dilapidated temple that could shelter from the wind and rain.

"Hey, you idiots, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and build a big tent. If the seventy-one little prince is frostbitten, you will be beautiful."

The Ushima Jun's sharp and delicate voice sounded between the teams, and the people accompanying him gradually calmed down after hearing the Ushima Jun's scolding.

Several soldiers hurriedly stepped forward and joined the mountains and forests, each working together, either cutting ground piles or connecting ropes, quickly found a clearing in front of them and began to build a large tent.

"Senior Brother, you really think it's a magical idea. It's just night, and it's true that the mountain rain suddenly came, and there was no sign." Qianhe's whole body was soaked in heavy rain. At this time, he raised his left palm in front of his forehead, slightly covering the mountain rain, and said to the Taoist Master Four-eyed.

"Junior brother, don't talk about this first. The rain is getting faster and faster. Almost all the ink dove line has been washed away by the rain. You should find a way to let the golden coffin enter the big tent first." At this moment, Taoist Simu knew how slight and urgent the matter was. Seeing that the ink dove line on the golden coffin washed away a large area of ​​the rain, his face sternly, and he said.

Qianhe's expression changed when he heard this and looked at the golden coffin. He saw that under the ink net of the golden coffin, thick black ink fell to the ground with rain, gathering in his palm.

"Wu Zhui, Wu Zhui, wait until the tent is built, let Shou Cai go in first."

When the minister Wu's expression changed immediately when he heard this, even the seventy-one little prince was in the rain outside. The stinky Taoist priest wanted to follow Shou Cai to enter the tent first to shelter the wind and rain. He had a good idea.

"Why?" The minister of the Wushi glanced at Qianhe.

"The Mo Dou Line has already started to spend it. If this continues, I'm afraid......"

"What's the matter? No, wait a moment, it won't work now!" After the black minister finished speaking, he turned around and ran to the side of the seventy-first prince, regardless of the anxious expression on his face.

Taoist Qianhe looked helpless, walked back, sighed and complained, "Oh, these guys don't know anything, they only know how to attract the enemy. A bunch of villains delayed their business, but they came faster than shirking responsibility!"

"There is no choice, uncle, the first level of official position is to kill people. But I don't think the master in this longevity material needs to be so afraid. With me and two uncles here, you can kill him when you come out. Then let him lie back in the golden coffin obediently."

Qianhe shook his head and thought that Su Yang had never seen such a zombie as a harmful thing. He didn't care about such a newborn calf, but he was just worried about the remarks that he was not afraid of tigers.

In this storm, mixed with the urging voice of the black minister, two large tents slowly rose up from the ground.

The young prince was slowly carried by several strong men to enter the tent under the sweet words of the black minister's flattery.

Seeing that the second big tent had been successfully built, Taoist Qianhe dared to delay it now, so he waved his hand and summoned the four soldiers beside him, and went forward and dragged the golden coffin towards the inside of the tent.

The weather in the mountains is really strange. It was just a storm. All the scenery in the world seemed to be trapped in the rain, but just as the big tent was just built.

In an instant, the original storm and storm suddenly stopped as if someone had suddenly closed the floodgate.

Between the dark thick clouds gathered in the sky, several thunder lightnings rolled back and forth between the ink clouds like substantial silver thunder dragons.

"Click!"

Clear a thunderbolt explosion, and a thunder and lightning was like a big man hiding among the thick clouds in the sky. A thunder sword in his control instantly stabbed into the vast earth.

He slashed straight towards the golden coffin!

I heard a "bang!" explosion, and lightning as thick as my arms suddenly struck the golden coffin, blowing the golden coffin lid directly. The ink dove net that was originally bound to the golden coffin broke inch by inch.

The four soldiers who were originally accompanying the golden coffin to push and pull the golden coffin were inevitably affected by lightning at this time. With a few screams, they fell to the side with a charred face.

This time, it became a sudden change, and no one could react. It hit the corpse with lightning! What's more, it was a zombie that had almost turned into a corpse, and this kind of thing was unheard of.

Qianhe rolled and hid beside him, and saw a thick black air in the golden coffin rolling, like a wave of waves. I was afraid that something was wrong, and the person in the coffin would recover.

"Junior brother, are you okay?" Qianhe just did his own thing, worried that the master in the golden coffin would be released, so he was closer to the golden coffin. He didn't know if he was affected by the lightning strike just now. Therefore, Siyu asked with some concern.

"I'm fine!"

"Southeast, northwest, prepare guys. I think the master in the birthday cake can't stand the loneliness and is about to come out to harm people."

"Senior brother, do you have glutinous rice? Use some old ones. I'm afraid that the owner in the coffin will not accept the new glutinous rice!"

After the golden coffin was struck by lightning, it seemed like a living thing scratching the lid inside the coffin, making a sour sound from it.

Su Yang had already taken off the peach wood sword tied on his back and waited with a stern expression.

When Taoist Simu heard this, he grabbed the small bag of glutinous rice he carried on and stuffed it into Qianhe's hand. At the same time, he pulled out the green steel sword tied on his back.

With a "swish" sound, the long sword was unsheathed when it heard the sound.

In the southeast, southwest and northwest, four disciples of Taoist Priest Qianhe gathered around the golden coffin, took down the corpse-binding ropes tied around them, and swayed in their hands.

All the people surrounding the golden coffin looked like they were facing a great enemy, holding weapons or carrying evil-proof objects, waiting beside them.

Amid the sound of scratching the coffin, it suddenly became silent. The world seemed to have fallen into silence inexplicably. However, in this tranquility before the storm, no one dared to relax.

There was only a loud "bang!" sound.

The heavy coffin lid covered by the golden coffin flew into the air and fell straight to one side!
Chapter completed!