After a few flashes, Chen Wuhui escaped from the hall...kushubayi However, he found that Mo Wen did not escape, but stood in the air without moving, holding his arms, as if watching a show.

"Don't ask, what else are you delaying? Run away quickly."

Chen Wuhui had to stop and urged. Now Bu Changkun and others are in front of the coffin. Once they get the Yin Ling Pearl and Ming Crying Bell, then they may be besieging Mo Wen and coveting the treasures on him.

No one is afraid of too many babies. He believes that even if they get the Yin Ling Bead and the Ming Crying Bell, they will not let Mo Wen go.

"Mr. Chen, you go first. I have the latest chapters of the cold and cold daily life of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Mo Wen waved his hand, and a strong wind blew over, and then a soft force acted on Chen Wuhui, sending him out directly, and disappeared into the passage outside the hall in a blink of an eye.

In a few blinks, Chen Wuhui was blown to the underground river by the strong wind, and the speed came out faster than that of himself. For a moment, he felt like he had turned into a wind.

Chen Wuhui was secretly surprised in his heart. He looked at the deep passage, pondered for a moment, and then decisively retreated. Mo Wen did this, which must have made sense. At this time, he was not easy to interfere. After all, he didn't know Mo Wen enough.

At this time, Chen Zikuang had already cooperated with Xia Kun's money to get a lot of immortal cultivation materials in the first hall, and there were many things that could not be taken down at all, so he could only pick some good things to take.

As soon as they saw Chen Wuhui come out, the two of them immediately came over.

Whether it is Chen Zikuang or Xia Kun, there are big bags and small bags all over his body, which is almost bigger than theirs. Fortunately, they are all warriors with advanced cultivation, and their weight is not a problem at all.

In addition to Chen Zikuang and Xia Kun's money, some warriors who did not enter the second hall were also big and small bags. They had little cultivation and did not dare to go to the second hall, so they could only obtain some material in the first hall.

"How is it?" Chen Wuhui asked as soon as he came out.

“This time I got a lot of money.”

Both Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian were very excited on their faces, and it was obvious that they had gained a lot this time.

"Go away now."

Chen Wuhui looked back, then closed his clothes, lowered his head and walked out without saying a word. There were six or seven spiritual weapons hidden in his clothes. In addition to the low-grade spiritual weapons, there were also medium-grade spiritual weapons, which was enough to make any sect jealous.

Chen Zikuang and Xia Kun didn't understand why, but at this time, both of them had a tacit understanding and did not ask. Until they walked out of the cave, Chen Zikuang couldn't help asking, "Don't ask?"

"he……"

Chen Wuhui smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what he means. He said he only has arrangements. Don't worry about him. Even if he has something to do, with why he can't help him with his current ability, and he might even drag him back."

Although he didn't say it, he also thought of something at this time. Mo Wen's attitude just now seemed to be interested in the Yin Lingzhu and Ming Crying Bell. But why is he so brave? He really dares to rob it.

Both the Purple Qi Pavilion and the Five Beast Sect were dispatched, but he was alone. Moreover, he had aroused the hatred of the four masters before. At this time, if you snatch the Yin Ling Pearl and the Ming Crying Bell, it would be even more impossible to let him go.

...

In the hall, Mo Wen hugged his arms and quietly hanged in the air, looking at the people close to the coffin. The corners of his mouth were filled with sneering.

Jiang Pingzhou was the first to fly to the coffin. He had no awe of the people in the coffin and the ancient predecessors in the Qinggu Secret Realm. He slapped his palm and a thick internal force erupted, trying to smash the mahogany coffin.

However, Jiang Pingzhou's palm power did not slap the mahogany coffin, and the coffin did not move at all, and seemed to have no effect at all.

Jiang Pingzhou, the leader of the Medical Sect, and the warrior in the late stage of the Jindan period. His palm power, not to mention a coffin, can be beaten into powder even if it is a big rock.

The faces of the people around him changed slightly. No one expected that a coffin that looked very ordinary was so unusual that the latest chapter of the Blue Dragon Mercenary.

Jiang Pingzhou's face suddenly turned dark. He did not expect that the coffin was so unusual. He was a little embarrassed in public. But when he thought about it, the coffin was extraordinary, which also means that the possibility of Yin Lingzhu and Ming Crying Bell inside was greater, and for a moment, his eyes became more and more hot.

"The coffin seems to have runes engraved, not ordinary things."

Bu Changkun's eyes flashed and he whispered. Runes are something that often appears in the world of immortal cultivation. Warriors do not know much about this, they only know that there is such a thing.

Runes in the Immortal Cultivation World often represent a mysterious power. This power can be used to refine magic weapons, arrange formations, refine talismans, and refine magic weapons...

Runes, in a sense, are equivalent to a transformation of the power of immortal cultivators. I don’t know how to Bu Changkun, he only knows that things with runes are generally objects of immortal cultivators.

For example, there are some runes hidden invisible to warriors on the spiritual weapon, and there are similar things on the array flag and array plate.

There are runes on the coffin, which is enough to show that the coffin is related to the cultivator, and it is even possible that the coffin is a spiritual weapon.

For a moment, everyone's eyes when they looked at the coffin changed a little. For the warriors, they were treasures.

Mo Wen was not interested in the coffin. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that although there were runes on the coffin, it could not be said to be a magic weapon. The lowest-level spiritual weapon was not considered a person. It could only be said to be from the hands of an immortal cultivator.

Such things have no practical purpose. He is more interested in those who imprint runes on the coffin. A warrior should not be able to arrange everything in this hall, and there must be participation from cultivators, because warriors cannot understand the things of cultivators so much.

Even if he doesn't understand the formation technique, it is impossible for him to arrange a formation like eight stone pillars.

Could it be that there were still immortal cultivators in Luofeng Sect back then?

However, even if there are immortal cultivators, they should not be high-level immortal cultivators, otherwise the formations that they don’t know will not be able to stop a group of warriors.

Jiang Pingzhou naturally would not give up. This time, he did not take the means of destruction, but pulled out a long sword from his waist. The tip of the sword trembled and suddenly inserted it between the thin gap between the coffin and the lid, and then held the sword and thrust it, preparing to lift the coffin up.

However, what is unexpected is that the coffin suddenly released a red light. Then a jingle sounded, directly breaking Jiang Pingzhou's long sword, and a shocking force surged out, shocking Jiang Pingzhou back.

"Damn it."

Jiang Pingzhou cursed softly. He was originally ahead, but was repeatedly hindered in front of the coffin. At this time, Bu Changkun, Jiang Jingtao and others had arrived, and his advantage disappeared.

"Idiot, let me come."

Bu Changkun looked at Jiang Pingzhou with a sarcasm. How could the cultivators’ things be destroyed with brute force? Jiang Pingzhou was the first to leave the team, which led to the failure of several people to siege Mo Wen. Now, whether it is Bu Changkun or Ye Rong Pavilion Master, Jiang Pingzhou is a little disliked.

If it weren't for him doing this, they wouldn't have let go of Mo Wen immediately.

Bu Changkun stepped forward and prepared to find a way to open the coffin.

However, a scene that everyone unexpectedly happened, and the coffin suddenly vibrated, as if something was struggling inside.

This incident shocked everyone, and they stopped subconsciously and stared at it.

As the coffin vibrated, the lid began to move little by little, and the scene inside began to appear in front of everyone little by little.

All the warriors held their breath and stared at the coffin without blinking, looking a little nervous, afraid that the Yin Lingzhu and Ming Crying Bell would not be inside.

Boom!

The coffin was completely opened, and a red blood light lit up from the coffin and instantly shone throughout the hall. The thick blood light made everyone unable to see the scenery in front of them for a moment, but the senses were not covered. A creepy coldness filled the hall at some point, causing everyone to subconsciously shivering.

There was a layer of bloody smell in the air at some point, as if it was in a bloody killing scene.

In the air, Mo Wen's face was solemn, and as his figure flashed, he retreated dozens of meters, almost close to a wall of the hall.

"That's...?"

A shock flashed in the eyes of the Lord Ye Rong Pavilion. She held the purple light gourd in one hand. The purple light released by the gourd slowly isolated the blood light around her, so among the crowd, her visibility is the highest.

I saw a person slowly crawling out of the coffin, a very tall person.

A living person?

How could there be a living person in this hall, and he was lying in the coffin!

The Lord Ye Rong was a little confused. The uncomprehensible thing made her heart covered with a layer of coldness.

Roar!

A sound of beast roar, or a scream suddenly sounded. The sound was like a thunder rolling in the sky, as if it was just exploding in my ears. Everyone's eyes turned dark and they were dizzy.

Puff puff puff!

Some warriors with lower cultivation level directly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and their bodies flew backwards, and their faces were extremely pale.

Bu Changkun and others who were standing nearest also shook their bodies in the roar, and they took a sudden back more than ten steps, their qi and blood were churning, and they were almost injured.

Mo Wen, who was far away in the corner of the hall, had his eyes shaking, and the roar actually affected him. With his soul power, unless the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator or the help of some magic treasure, it would be impossible to have such a long distance to affect him.

After all, his current soul power is second only to the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator.

The blood faded, and a tall shadow came out.

"What kind of monster is that!"

Jiang Pingzhou screamed strangely, his voice changed a little, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

I saw that the figure was more than three meters tall, with dark green skin, scarlet eyes, fangs growing from his mouth, three inches of feet, ten fingers looked like animal claws, and nails looked like inverted hooks.
Chapter completed!