"Bang bang!"

Under the colorful divine light of the ghost-eyed Taoist man, the cover of the demon coffin was trembling violently, as if a peerless demon was about to be resurrected from the coffin.

"Swish!"

At the same time, a ball of black dead energy surged out from the cracks of the demon coffin, turning into evil spirits with fangs and claws, and biting towards the ghost pupil Taoist.

However, before the evil spirit touched the body of the ghost pupil Taoist, it was suppressed and dispersed by the colorful divine light on his body.

This colorful divine light is like a natural enemy of all evil things in the world, and will die if you touch it!

"open!"

After the death energy in the demon coffin was completely dispelled, the ghost pupil Taoist shouted again, and the thick coffin lid finally turned up.

"call--"

Finally, the demon coffin was opened, and the ghostly pupil Taoist also breathed a sigh of relief, with a clear expression of fatigue.

But soon a smug smile appeared on his face.

"So what about the demon coffin? It's just opened by the old Taoist!" The ghost-eyed Taoist laughed proudly.

"Now, let's see what big treasure is hidden in this demon coffin."

The ghost-eyed Taoist said with vague expectations, then strode towards the magic coffin.

Chen Qingyang and others also subconsciously followed. With this mysterious and powerful ghost-eyed Taoist man, they should be very safe.

When he walked to the demon coffin, he saw the corpse lying in the coffin, the muscles on the face of the ghost pupil twitched slightly, and then his face became ferocious in an instant.

"Bastard, the old Taoist spent more than 30 years digging this tomb. It's so unlucky to dig out a bird man!" The ghost-eyed Taoist suddenly cursed.

Chen Qingyang stood on tiptoe and looked at it. When he saw the corpse lying in the demon coffin, his scalp became numb and all the hairs on his body stood up.

"Ah, it's so disgusting!" Lian Wushuang, who was standing beside him, screamed in surprise, covering his eyes with both hands.

Cao Wangkong next to him was also very scared, and his body subconsciously retreated, not daring to look inside the demon coffin again.

It was a corpse that was much taller than a normal human. Its long blood-red hair covered the bottom of the coffin, and the entire left eye and half of the skull disappeared together.

And his heart was hollowed out by some blunt object, leaving a shocking hole.

What surprised Chen Qingyang even more was that the back of this corpse actually had two pairs of wings, and the colors of the two pairs of wings were completely opposite. One was pure black, and the other was as white as snow, like an angel in mythology.

There is an angel clan in the Western world. It is said that the blood of the angel gods of ancient times flows through their bodies. However, so far, they can only use their energy to transform into a pair of wings, and they cannot spread their true wings at all.

The wings on the corpse in front of him really grew out of his back, but the color was black and white, which looked extremely alternative.

"How could the Western bird man be buried here? The old Taoist has wasted more than 30 years. The god of god is playing with the old Taoist!" The ghost-eyed Taoist man was still cursing.

"Forget it, let's see what treasures this bird man has on him first and make up for the injured heart of the old Taoist."

As he said that, the Taoist Ghost Pupil did not care and even reached into the demon coffin for a while to tinker.

It’s a pity that he flipped the angel’s body seven or eight times, not to mention the treasure, there was not even a ragged weapon.

"It's bad luck, how unlucky he is!"

In a fit of anger, the ghost pupil kicked the demon coffin with one foot, and the angel's corpse fell from the demon coffin to the ground, with red hair scattered all over the ground, looking extremely strange.

"It's going to be dark!" Cao Wangkong shouted in horror.

Sure enough, the two scorching suns in the sky sank rapidly, and in less than a few seconds, the darkness enveloped the earth.

The Void Spirit is coming out to find food again!

"Hurry, find a place to hide!" Cao Wangkong said in a panic.

It’s a pity that he forgot that the smell on them had been scattered in the Immortal Immortal Mountain, and the Void Spirit could easily find them with the smell they left behind.

Chen Qingyang's face also changed suddenly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Gui Tong Taoist.

"Why are you panic? You're dead?" The ghost-eyed Taoist man glared at Cao Wangkong and shouted.

Cao Wangkong couldn't help but tremble. Although he was very frightened, he still forced himself to calm down.

In fact, it is not a fault for King Cao Kong to be timid. After all, in front of Xu Guiling, his mid-stage strength of the Divine Pill Realm is simply insignificant.

"Senior, please save us!" Chen Qingyang said with his fists in his hands.

"I can't die!" The ghost pupil Taoist snorted and made seals with his hands again.

"Start up!"

In an instant, the one hundred and eight talisman flags appeared again, surrounding Chen Qingyang and the others. With the order of the ghost pupil Taoist, a formation barrier immediately enveloped Chen Qingyang and others.

"In the old Taoist formation, they cannot find you." The ghost-eyed Taoist man said lightly.

The ghost-eyed Taoist can stay in this valley day and night for more than 30 years without being disturbed by the virtual ghost spirit, and it depends entirely on his formation to protect it.

"Thank you, senior."

Hearing this, Chen Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he looked at the ghostly pupil Taoist in front of him with curiosity.

Although the ghost-eyed Taoist once threatened to eat them, Chen Qingyang didn't think he was a treacherous and evil person no matter how he looked at it.

"Wooah--"

Suddenly, the shrill crying sound of Xu Guiling came from the distance from the sky, flying towards Chen Qingyang and the others.

"Here you come!"

Chen Qingyang looked up, with a hint of expectation in his solemn gaze. He wanted to see what this Void Spirit, which made the Holy Realm helpless, looked like.

"Woo--"

The sound was getting closer and closer. Chen Qingyang narrowed his eyes and saw several black phantoms circling above their heads in the dark night sky.

After hovering for a few seconds, the Void Ghost disappeared towards the distant sky.

"Are you the outer disciples of the Immortal Sect?" At this time, the voice of the ghost pupil Taoist sounded, and there seemed to be a hint of indifference in the voice.

Before Cao Wangkong could explain, Chen Qingyang's voice sounded first.

"Senior, don't get me wrong. Although we practice the skills of the Immortal Sect, we are not the ones who have entered the Immortal Sect." Chen Qingyang said.

"I am not a person from the Immortal Sect, but I practice the Immortal Sect's skills? Are you confused by the old Taoist?" said the Taoist man in the ghost pupil.

"Senior, please see!" As he said that, Chen Qingyang immediately started the Yijin Jing, and the momentum around him suddenly changed.

"Hey, those Buddhist bald donkeys? And you seem to be practicing another more powerful technique. You have the opportunity to do it at this moment at a young age. The genius of the Immortal Sect is indeed not as good as you!" The ghost-eyed Taoist looked at Chen Qingyang with confusion and said.
Chapter completed!