Wang Feng took a step tiredly, and the whistling through the air turned into whimpering sounds. It led to the west wind and the autumn coolness, and the bleak and lonely meaning.

Where the west wind passes, the iron-backed pangolin, the real person of the sky corpse, the big demon of the night wind, the three Nascent Soul masters on the side of the ancestral temple of the corpse abandoned sect and the Ten Thousand Demons, gradually fade away in this world. As if there has never been any fierce battle under this lonely peak.

The clouds are quiet and the wind is light!

At this time, a relaxed smile finally appeared on Zhang Fan and others' faces, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had mental arithmetic and unintentional, even if he thought that his chances of winning were very high, he could not completely ignore it before the result came out.

At this moment, the dust settled, and Zhang Fan's smile did not change. He waved his hand and a black bag of Qiankun fell into his hand, but it was left by the Heavenly Corpse Real Person who had almost no corpse under the seal of the evil gold.

He held the Qiankun bag in his hand and opened it immediately, but turned his eyes to the object taken out by the Taoist who died of the drunkard.

This piece was taken out of the Qiankun bag, and with a "bang", it fell to the ground, which was a big piece of something that looked like a tree stump, which looked extremely heavy. When it fell on the ground, the earth shook it.

This "tree stump., on all sides, is covered with green bark, green and green, just like one that has just been taken from a big tree. It is still full of vitality.

However, what kind of person are Zhang Fan and Fairy Xinglan? How could they be confused by appearance? Ordinary tree stumps. Where does this kind of temperament that is as condensing as a mountain and as light as water is absolutely comparable to ordinary people.

"Brother Dao died of drunkenness, is this the natural spring you took?"

Fairy Xinglan and the Taoist Zuihe have been friends for many years. They are familiar with each other and have no scruples when speaking, and ask directly.

"good!"

The Taoist Zui Di smiled smugly when he heard this and said, "Tianren Donghua, Fairy Xinglan, this is the good thing that Lao Zui snatched from the hand of that ground mouse!"

"Although I haven't opened it yet, I'll undoubtedly think it's a natural spring when I heard from the dead of the devils."

The Taoist who died of the drunken Taoist said, stretched out his palm and stroked it caressed on the "tree stump".

“Not opened yet?.

Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this. Naturally, this drunk Taoist would not lie about this matter. He would not deceive others even if he said it. You can tell at a glance.

Zhang Fan was not surprised by his choice. If he opened it without permission, then took a cup of natural springs or two and said that he had grabbed all the things he had won, he would be surprised.

After all, the casual cultivator is a casual cultivator, even the Yuanying Real Person level.

Without any conflicts of interest, they can naturally be on par with the real people of the sect, but if the Taoist who died of drunkenness really did something unwise, it would be hard to say what it means to not accept the melon field and not to take the lead in the melon field, it would be a consequence.

Under the interests of the sect, a mere scattered cultivator was only a mantis arm under the car and crushed into red powder.

At this time, the Taoist Zui Di stroked his hand on the stump, and condensed slightly, and a green light appeared in an instant, gradually becoming rich, as if endless vitality was coming out of the stump, as if resisting something.

But how could a mere dead person be the opponent of the Taoist who died of death? It can be seen that the green light of these "stumps" themselves slowly faded down, and they were about to be forced into the "stump. Their body.

With Zhang Fan, the witness present, the Taoist who died of drunkenness could naturally open it without hesitation. For those of the Nascent Soul Real People, their desires to go further, even if they have a small opportunity, cannot be spared.

Therefore, let alone it be him, even Fairy Xinglan couldn't help but look at him intently.

Zhang Fan stood aside, staring at the entire opening process from the corner of his eyes, while playing with the Tianzi Zhenren's Tiankun bag, and his spiritual sense slowly penetrated into it.

With the broken animal skins in the Blood-Shenzhen Man and the unexpected harvest of the Blood-Refining Technique, he couldn't help but bring some expectations for the items of the Heavenly Corpse Real Man.

But on the surface, the luck this time seems to be not as good as last time. I swept back and forth three times, and there was not even a single thing that made his eyes shine. They were just some ordinary things that couldn't catch his eyes.

When Zhang Fan shook his head secretly, when he was about to put away the loan bag casually, something jumped into his eyes.

"Hmm? This is

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his hand flipped, and the Qiankun bag slid into his sleeve. The hand replaced it was a small, delicate coffin that had just been taken from the Qiankun bag.

"Is this the Soul Gathering Coffin?"

Zhang Fan looked at the material of this treasure with great interest, and the mysterious patterns on it that were very different from what he learned and saw, but later became interested.

The soul gathering coffin is an extremely important treasure in the corpse abandonment religion, especially when finding the best corpse refining. This thing is not enough to subdue it for oneself.

At the same time, it is also a terrifying instrument of torture. When it falls into it, it is really hard to survive and die. The endless pain, even if Zhang Fan wants to come, he feels chill.

Previously, the real person of Tianzi used this treasure to intimidate the Taoist to death with the intention of making him surrender.

"Hmm? Is there something in it?"

His palm was stroking the edge of this coffin that was as delicate as a scarf, and suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart. The spots were filled with contact between his palm and the soul-gathering coffin, something was peeking from the dark.

Although this feeling comes quickly and goes, it has never been hidden from Zhang Fan's spiritual sense. He reacted immediately and knew that there was another mystery in this soul-gathering coffin.

What made him even more concerned was that the feeling of peeping was an indescribable power, a kind of coldness that penetrated into the depths of his soul, just like a god pursing, peeking from the Nine Nethers.

For a moment, he was very interested, even the Taoist who died of drunkenness could not distract him from opening the natural spring. Anyway, he was determined not to make trouble under his nose.

He took a deep breath, pressed the soul-gathering coffin with one hand. With a little force, the spiritual power poured into it.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, as if a mountain was broken into a crack. It immediately attracted the attention of the Taoist Zui Death and Fairy Xing Lan. Even the Taoist Zui Death was opening the natural spring, and it couldn't help but do it.

"Soul Gathering Coffin?!"

At first glance, the face of the Taoist Zui Die looked a little pale. During the previous matchup, although his words and deeds were meaningless, now it seems that he is still a little scared without realizing it.

If Zhang Fan and the others had not arrived in a fierce battle, if he could not seize the opportunity and ended himself, he would probably not be able to escape into the soul-gathering coffin and walk into the soul-gathering coffin.

That feeling is really chilling when you think about it, and it’s so cold all over your body!

"What is he going to do?"

At the same time, Xinglan and the others were unable to question in their hearts. They didn’t know what it meant to be distracted by Zhang Fan at this critical moment when he opened the Natural Spring.

Before they could express their questions, the answer appeared in their face.

The soul-gathering coffin that landed on the ground grew in the wind, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a giant creature with a length, width and height of less than three feet, just like the most luxurious coffin oak.

"This soul gathering coffin is not an ordinary item!"

In an instant, all three of them came to the same conclusion.

Although they have never seen the Soul Gathering Coffin, they also know that this treasure is rare in the outside world, and even if they are like the real person of the Nascent Soul, they are not so cherished in the corpse abandonment. At least one monk with a cultivator above the level of cultivation is possessed.

But this one of Tianzi Zhenren is obviously different.

Not to mention the gloomy and solemn demeanor, the material and power alone are far better than ordinary magic weapons, especially the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes and long-lasting atmosphere that is faintly revealed, which cannot be achieved in a hurry, and should be created by the precipitation of history.

"This is probably a treasure passed down from the corpse abandonment religion!"

Zhang Fan became more interested and, without hesitation, pressed his palm onto the lid of the coffin chair.

“Scrape!”

The oak lid on the soul-gathering coffin suddenly slid down.

"Bang!"

Once the skill cover was removed, the coffin cover would automatically fly without wind, and two black and shiny claws broke out into the sky.

In an instant, the rolling air flowed into the sky. The endless corpse energy was covered with ink, and the surrounding area was a hundred feet wide.

"What's this?"

The Taoist who died of drunkenness and Fairy Xinglan, all of them changed their expressions and subconsciously flew out to avoid their sharp edges.

The ability of two old-fashioned Yuanying real people to make such a natural avoidance reaction can show that the corpse energy and the power it spreads are so terrifying.

"Strong, extremely powerful!"

For a moment, everyone came to the conclusion that this seemed to be nothing more than the collection of the real person of Tianzi. Its power was even better than that of the real person of Tianzi in its heyday.

Faced with this powerful power that was coming, after all, he had confronted the Lord of Huashen. Zhang Fan just took a slight step and forced himself to calm down and looked at him intently.

Although he had a premonition of the extraordinary things in it, he did not expect that it was so terrifying that his expression became so serious at this moment.

"Hmm? This is,"

After a glance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be moved.

If the famous corpse refining corpse was suddenly sitting up in the soul-gathering coffin, roaring to the sky, or even the eighteen golden corpse of the corpse abandoned Taoist. Zhang Fan would not have thought it was too strange, but the guy in front of him really surprised him.

It's not that it's too strong, not too rare, but that it's really, too ordinary.

The corpse refining that was sitting in the soul-gathering coffin, struggling to get up, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a corpse refining formed in the Yin Qi land. It is the lowest-level existence, an ordinary martial artist who can subdue it as long as he practices for a few years and takes a peach wood sword.

This is completely inconsistent with its overwhelming power.

"Ancient Corpse!"

Just at this moment, the Ku Taoist exclaimed and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, suppress him! It's not too late!"

Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed drastically. He could be so nervous that he didn't even have time to say something clearly. How could he be an ordinary thing? Subconsciously, without even thinking about it, he turned his hand and covered it like a seal of heaven.
Chapter completed!